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


2. Chapter Two

The Hogwarts Express, a magnificent scarlet engine, stood on Platform 9 ¾ billowing smoke as the Potters emerged from the barrier that separated it from the Muggle railway station, King’s Cross. There was bustle and noise everywhere, what with mothers helping their children get their suitcases on the train and children rushing excitedly to greet their friends after a whole summer apart. Confused first-years kept losing their toads or cats, while some frenzied owls screeched in their cages. Amidst all the commotion, the small family made their way with their luggage to board all three children on the train before it left the platform at eleven o’clock sharp.

James had already spotted his mates inside and hurried to meet them, carelessly leaving his suitcases behind, which Ginny had to take care of. Albus responsibly helped his father get it all on board while Ginny fussed about Lily’s braid and how she was to take care of herself and how she ought not to let her brother James slip her any piece of funny-looking candy because it was most likely going to be something he had bought from George. In a few minutes, the Weasleys had joined them, Rose and Hugo already in their school robes, smiling happily. In all of this, no onlooker would have even guessed of all the anxiety that was building up inside each one of them. It was impossible to tell that the parents were silently afraid that this might very well be the last time they were seeing their children, not because of the time between now and Christmas when they would return, but because of the possibility that they might be unfortunate enough to get picked in the Games this year. 

“Hey Al,” Harry said when no one else was listening. “I want you to know that the Order is almost ready. We just have to wait a few more months and this will all be over.” He hesitated. “I promise.”

Albus’ father was an Auror, one of those wizards who fought dark wizards and caught them for the Ministry to imprison. But now, with the Ministry under this Minister for Magic who was most likely to be under the Imperius Curse, nothing was going quite right. So with work and their children’s school-life in question, Harry had reunited the Order of the Phoenix, which was supposed to be a group of wizards ready to fight for what was right. Albus’ parents, aunt and uncle, Teddy Lupin, George Weasley and his wife Angelina, Bill and Fleur, Rubeus Hagrid and Professor Longbottom were all in the Order and they had been recruiting for the past two years. The news that it was making progress was good, but there was still something Albus thought was necessary if the Order was to make any move before more innocent lives were lost at the Games and more careless decisions made at the Ministry.

“You have to let us fight,” he said fiercely. “With hardly anyone around who is in their right mind, the Order is going to fall short of people who can fight. You are going to need us.”

Harry smiled wistfully. “I wish I could let you, Al, but you’re only thirteen. There’s not much you can do in the Order.”

“You did a lot of stuff when you were thirteen,” he pouted. “A lot of cool stuff.”

“Helping an Azkaban prisoner flee was not cool, it was dangerous,” Harry laughed slightly. “Even though the prisoner was innocent and he was my godfather. But I was certainly not fighting in the Order when I was thirteen. You have to wait until you come of age before you even think of joining.”

Albus frowned. “But you will put an end to all this very soon, right? By the time I come of age, things will be different…right?”

Albus knew that there was no way his father could promise that. So he just hugged him briefly to let him know that it was not his fault and that he had complete faith in him. “You remind me so much of myself, Albus,” Harry said. “Trying to grow up in advance just because you think others around you need you to. So,” he said, removing his watch and handing it to his son, “you can keep this and content yourself.”

It was Fabian Prewett’s watch that Albus knew his father had been gifted with on his seventeenth birthday by Grandma Weasley. It was traditional to hand it down to wizards when they came of age and his father giving it to him so much before he actually turned seventeen could only mean one thing – for him, Albus had already matured enough to be of age.

“Thanks Dad,” he said, strapping it on his wrist. The watch had stars in place of the usual needles.

“Don’t tell your brother I gave this to you instead of him. He'll be furious,” Harry whispered. “And keep it safe.”

“I will.”

“And your sister.”


“Keep your sister safe too.”

Albus looked into his father’s experienced eyes and knew at once that this was something he had been longing to say. “I will, Dad.”

The train screeched in an annoying way, telling them that it was about to leave without them. Albus turned to find Rose looking at him knowingly. When he caught her eye, she smiled shortly and looked away as though she was guilty. Albus got a strange sensation that she had been listening all the while. After a few final hugs and kisses, he got on board with Lily, Rose and Hugo and began waving at their tearful mothers and tensed fathers. James joined them as the train began to move. Albus waved until the train started gaining speed and they whizzed away, leaving the platform and the waving parents far, far behind.

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