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


17. Chapter Seventeen

The bravest man I ever knew…

The words were playing around in Albus’ subconscious, making him feel all the guilt in the world even in his sleep. His father’s face looked down at him scornfully and said, I cannot believe I raised a coward like you.

“No! I’m sorry!”

Albus realized only when Rose’s concerned voice inquired what was wrong that he had been screaming aloud. He decided he didn’t want to tell her. He didn’t want to tell anyone how his conscience was gnawing at him for not having been brave enough to volunteer in place of his brother at the Reaping. He changed the subject quickly.

His stomach was growling desperately, reminding him even in his slumber that all his energy had been used in the swims and fights he had engaged in and now he needed to replenish it. His eyelids fluttered open. The first thing that met his gaze was the blazing sun, staring down at him with its powerful heat and radiance, making him flinch. His eyes stung for some reason. He realised there was a bit of a wind, but it was only a dry gust that was doing nothing but blowing the sand all around him into his eyes. When he opened his mouth to speak, he found his throat was parched and he needed water. He was in a pretty pitiable condition.

“Al?” it was James’ voice. “You awake? We have water.”

Albus could have kissed his brother when he pushed a small bottle of water towards him. He gratefully gulped down most of it to relieve his dry throat of its misery but then realised this might be their only reserve of water. “Was this in Natalie’s backpack?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, there’s more.”

James and Rose seemed to have been up and working for quite some time now. They had opened the huge backpack and were taking a look at all their supplies. As soon as his thirst was quenched, Albus joined them. It didn’t take him long to realise that Natalie had been clever with her packing.

There were about two dozen packed water bottles and some food in there which would at least be enough for them to survive on for a few days if they used it wisely. Apart from that, the backpack was filled with knives and daggers and other Muggle weapons used in close combat which the three of them had no interest in.

“Do you think we should leave out whatever we don’t need?”

“Are you kidding?” James said. “We can’t leave weapons lying about. They’re of no use to us but if anyone else comes across them, we’ll be arming our enemies at our own expense. Not very wise.”

Rose had collected fifteen wands in all, which she had bundled up and put carefully inside the backpack after handing one out for James and Albus each to keep with them at all times. They felt quite confident that with so many wands for backup, they would have a better chance at attacking and defending than the other tributes who had probably failed to get their hands on even one.

“Do you want something to eat?” Rose asked. “We’ve got some cooked meat. I reckon we should finish that up first because in this heat, it’s likely to go bad pretty soon.”

Albus happily accepted his portion of meat and savagely gobbled it up, secretly feeling like the three of them had had a pretty good start at the Games. They were not dead yet. And they had gotten their hands on a survival kit so conveniently. What more could one want?

“Oh look,” James grinned, bringing out a long wrapped parcel from the backpack, running his fingers along the brown paper and looking very content. “It’s a broomstick!”

And he was right. It was a Firebolt. Albus felt happier than ever. With a broomstick like that in their possession, he felt a lot more powerful than before. This was his comfort zone. Flying. But Rose looked quite worried, even though she didn’t say anything.

“There’s only one,” said James. “If we need to fly, only two of us will be able to do it at a time.”

Rose nodded, not catching their eye. She knew she was terrible with a broomstick. She knew she would have to piggyback-ride with one of her brothers if she was needed to. And Albus could see she didn’t like this weakness. It hurt her pride.

Albus looked around, scanning their surroundings. There wasn’t much to see. It was a barren desert, golden sand stretching in all directions endlessly. The three of them had settled down on the shore to eat some more, looking out at the blue waves and the similar sky blue with the big burning sun above. Albus realised he was sweating from the heat and the gusty wind was still blowing bits of sand into his eyes. The nylon bodysuit which had been so perfect for swimming was clearly not made for such a boiling weathe. He felt hot, clammy and uncomfortable in it. He just wished the atmosphere had been a bit better. Then they would have been in perfect conditions.

But then he realised this was not a holiday. He was not here to be in perfect conditions. He was here to struggle to live and kill people to survive until the end.

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