The Hogwarts Games

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Winner of the Crossover Competition! *_* I decided to combine two of my favourite fandoms - Harry Potter and Hunger Games to come up with - The Hogwarts Games! I've tried to pick up the story of Harry Potter from where JKR left it, so the main characters are the new generation of Potters and Weasleys. It's set in Hogwarts and I've incorporated the concept of the Games in here. I've really worked hard on this, so I hope you like it :)

Credits for the lovely cover - MoonAvis


13. Part Two - "The Games"


The ‘big day’ was here at last.

As he let his prep team work their magic on his appearance, Albus felt much more relaxed and well-rested than he had for days. He felt nothing close to nervousness. Oddly enough, all he felt was a kind of relief that it was going to begin at last and he would not have to work himself up training and spending sleepless nights memorizing the properties of Moonstone anymore. The sooner it begins, the sooner it  ends.

He wondered whether he was going mad, looking forward to the time when he would either have to witness murders or do it himself.

Ramona took a step back from him and grinned. “You look perfect.”

“Yeah, sure I do.”

All tributes were to wear the same gear going into the arena. It was different every year – materials of clothing that were most suited to the kind of atmosphere they had created inside the deadly battlefield. This time, they had been given a black bodysuit and a thick, padded belt both made of what he guessed was the Muggle fabric ‘nylon’. He tried to figure out what would be inside that arena based on this but only ended up getting horribly confused, so he gave up. He was sure Rose would have guessed it already.          

Tributes were to assemble in the Great Hall at noon from where their house reps would take them to the arena, but Albus was prepped and ready a long time before. So he decided to visit Hagrid by himself. He didn’t know what overcame him, but when he saw the big man with his eternal warmth, he felt tears pricking his eyes. Who was he kidding, trying to be all optimistic about the Games? In his heart, he always knew he was never coming back.

He told Hagrid to let his family know that he was fine and that he would try his best at the Games. But Hagrid just looked at him through moist black beetle-like eyes, scanned his outfit in disgust and said, “If tryin’ yer best means havin’ ter kill off everythin’ yeh see, I don’ think yer family would wanna know.”

Somehow, this comment made him feel worse than ever before.

He then met Lily and Hugo, whom he had barely had time to talk to ever since the Reaping. He could see that the pair of them had made a sort of agreement between themselves that they would be composed and strong for him. As he hugged them both, the same scary thought was always at the back of his mind – this could be the last time.

Albus met the others in the Great Hall by twelve. James was standing all tall and proud, quite like Ariana but Rose was jumpy. She said she had so many ideas about what could be waiting inside that arena that it was making her nervous. Albus told her to keep her calm, especially as The Daily Prophet reporters were all around them, clicking away on their cameras. Albus spotted the famous Rita Skeeter, aged and weary in the face but still as sharp with her Quick-Quotes Quill as ever. He was sure Aunt Hermione would have had something very venomous to say to her if she had been present.

They met their house reps one last time to pick their brains for any useful tips. Professor Longbottom talked to each one of the four personally, giving them all different advice. To Albus, he said, “Just don’t think too much, Al. Don’t think about what’s back here or what’s up in front. Just know what’s happening around you at the moment and follow your instinct.” Albus nodded. Professor Longbottom’s eyes grew a bit more desperate as he said, “Just remember: We’re almost there.” Albus wondered what he meant. He felt like there could’ve been some meaning hidden in those words but as the nosy reporters were buzzing about everywhere, eavesdropping on every conversation, he felt it was too dangerous to ask.

We’re almost there.

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