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Hermione was woken by Ginny.
"Get up! Get up! Oh, do get up Hermione! "
"What?" she mumbled sleepily.
"We're all to go to the Great Hall! Come on, hurry up, get dressed, and come with me. We can't get into anymore trouble!"
Hermione knew what she was talking about. After they had lost the Second Wizarding war, she and the Weasleys' lives had been in great danger. Harry had already been executed, and she didn't want to be next. She put on her Hogwarts uniform and went with Ginny. When she got to the Great Hall, surprisingly, she found that all the tables and chairs had been filled. All the Ministry's so called "Undesirables" were sitting on the floor. She was just in time. Dolores Umbridge, the person running the Muggle Born Registration Commission was about to make an announcement.
"As you all know, Purebloods, real wizards won the Second Wizarding War. You all know, that my motto is: Naughty children deserved to be punished. So, we witches and wizards have teamed up with highly respected Muggles to recreate the 75th Hunger Games Quarter Quell! "
Crowds chattered loudly as soon as she had finished talking.
"Quiet!" Umbridge shouted.
Silence filled the hall.
"The Hunger Games, as Mudbloods will know, is a competition to survive. The goal is to get out of the arena alive."
Silence fills the hall again, as everyone understood what she was saying. You had to kill, or be killed.
"There will be twelve teams, one for each district of Panem, this country we are teaming up with. Each team will have four undesirable children from the age of twelve to eighteen. Two boys, two girls. Their names will be drawn out of the reaping balls. Good luck to all, and may the odds, be in your favor!"
Wait a minute! Where, exactly did they get the slips of paper from? Suddenly, a flashback occurred to Hermione's mind. She remembered being asked to sign her name on a slip of paper. Ron and Ginny had also done the same.
"Now for Team One!"
Umbridge pulled out two names out of each reaping ball.
"Olivia Phogon! Aimee Scherer! Andrei Mihailov! Adam Dragonix!"
A fourteen year old Hufflepuff girl, a pretty Beauxbatons girl of sixteen, a tough Durmstrang boy that looked about eighteen, and a Ravenclaw boy of seventeen walked to the stage. Umbridge announced the tributes for Team 2 and so on. After Umbridge had announced the tributes for Team 11, Hermione thought that she had a chance at being safe. Umbridge plunged her had into the reaping balls for the last time.
"Neville Longbottom!"
No! Neville didn't stand a chance!
"Ginevra Weasley!"
Wait… WHAT!
"Ronald Weasley!"
Hermione wanted to faint.
"And…" Umbridge paused before reading out the last unlucky name, keeping the crowd in suspense.
"Hermione Granger."