Harry Potter and the Battle Royale!
Disclaimer: Rated M for Mature! Characters do not belong to me. A cross between Harry Potter and Battle Royale! Should be an interesting mix! :P
Chapter 1: The Trap!
Harry, Ron and Hermione were sat in the library doing homework. Hermione was always the mother hen when it came to homework, much to Ron's annoyance. Harry didn't want to choose sides, even though Hermionie was right and the homework needed to be done, he saw Ron's point that it couldn't be more boring, especially on a nice sunny afternoon. Ron sighed depressively, louder than he normally would do. Perhaps to make a point that he had enough of the homework. The sigh, although Harry and Hermione ignored it, it didn't go unnoticed. Harry took a quick glance at Hermione who seemed to be now glaring at her book with an unusual amount of focus, even for her. Harry knew she was a ticking time-bomb now, and he knew Ron was going to push her buttons until she gives in. Harry was pretending to read his book and hiding a small smirk that was appearing across his face.
Ron then started to tap his feet in a random way. Harry tightened his lips, not wanting to chuckle as he knew Hermione was at the end of her tether. She was now fuming. Her nose wrinkled for a slight moment and her mouth tightened like Harry's, but only to stop her from saying something. Then Ron had to push it, he started to click with his tongue. Harry winced in antisipation. "FINE RONALD, WE'RE LEAVING!" she snapped, glaring at Ron.
She shoved her book into her bag hastily and started to storm her way out of the library. Ron sighed a breath of relief! Satisfied the revision session was over, he and Harry packed their bags with books and started to chase after Hermione. Ron had making up to do, but he knew he would win her over. Hermione was almost at the door, when a very high pitched sound, burst in the room, resonating everywhere! Harry cupped his ears immediately like everyone else. Never had he heard such a noise in his life, it was deafening and it was...making him dizzy! Ron as well as half the people in the library had already passed out! Hermione covering her ears was now looking at Harry, deeply frightened. She mouthed or shouted something, but Harry couldn't hear anything other than the screeching, he saw her then pass out and hit the floor. Harry made his way to her, but never made it, as he fell unconscious too...and everything fell into darkness...
Harry awoke in the Great Hall along with a group of stirring students, all feeling a little disorientated from the harsh screeching. Harry wanted to know what that was, but then he remembered full force what happened. He was up like a shot and looked around him. His friends Ron and Hermione were a few seats away from him, but on the same bench. Harry felt relieved they were there with him when he noticed something gleaming coming from Hermione's neck. 'She wasn't wearing a necklace in the library, was she?' Harry thought. He took a look at his surroundings. He noticed the other students, glancing around at each other, wondering what was going on. Fear painted their faces and a chorus of shouts and screams and grabbing their necks and pointing at each others. It then clicked in. Harry reached for his own neck. A cold metallic band was around his neck, that gave no room to breath, or so it felt. His eyes immediately widened and fear started to strike him. Swallowing seemed a lot harder to him as a thought passed his mind. Some necklace!
He looked back at his friends, Ron and Hermione to see if they had any more of an idea of what was going on. As expected, Ron was scared and clueless. He was actually looking toward Hermione for answers. She was looking at Ron's band when Harry approached her quietly, dodging the panicking students. "Any ideas what's going on?" Harry asked Hermione, trying to sound as brave as he could, but he knew his voice was shaky.
Hermione sounded somewhat shrill and her breathing was erratic, which made the band around her neck feel even tighter and pressured. "I don't know. I never seen or even heard of anything like this ever happening to anyone!"
Ron was wincing, clearly discomforted with the band around his neck. He asked "W-what are...these?" pointing to his neck.
Hermione didn't have a clue. She had never seen anything like this before in her life. The fact that Hermione didn't know what was going on, despite all her intelligence and time spent studying every aspect of magic, made her extremely uneasy and lost! Before she could tell Ron the bad news, they heard several loud pops coming from every direction! Many of the witches and wizards that apparated in were wearing uniforms, looking very much as if there was a new military. Once the witches and wizards gave an all clear signal to their superior. Everyone student was now silent, merely watching what was happening. The superior waved the want and a patronus flashed out and went through the wall. "Wait a minute..." Harry said, scared and shocked.
Hermione couldn't believe it. She recognised the patronus too, but surely they were mistaken! There were over a million witches and wizards across the world, some were bound to have very similar patronuses to each other! Ron, noticing they recognised it asked "Who's is it?" in a hushed voice.
Hermione swallowed hard, then noticed Harry's face, mixed with fear, anger and rage! "I think that's-" she began... Then there was another single pop, which came from behind the stand where Dumbledore used to give his speeches every morning at breakfast. Under the circumstances, they hoped it was Dumbledore, who could comfort them all and provide a rational explanation for all of this, but with what was happening, it wasn't going to be Dumbledore. He would clearly never do this...where was Dumbledore?
Everyone was now facing the newcomer. His face was unlit, but they could make out the silhouette that he was wearing a hat. That hardly narrowed it down. He approached the stand and waved his hands around the candles, which lit up, illuminating his face for all to see. Ron exclaimed, "It's the Minister of Magic!"
There were gasps of surprise and wonder since many of them have never seen the man in person! A live celebrity, right here in the Great Hall! Ron clearly forgot he resigned his post, but he was best known as the minister. Harry and his friends never forgot though, the hell Harry was put through the year before, all boiled down to this man! The fact he was here now, they knew this was no mere social gathering.
The ex-minister put his wand to his neck and spoke to everyone amplifying his voice, "Welcome young witches and wizards!" he spoke warmly, like he was everyone's best friend, inviting them for a bottle of firewhisky. Then the minister spoke each word slowly and deliberately, "You are all here today, and for the next three days, possibly less, for a competition of different magical wonders!"
Harry knew by the tone of his voice that it was false and very much practised. He whispered to Hermione and Ron, "I wonder what he's up to?"
The ex-minister did not notice this exchange and continued his deliberate speech, "We all live our lives in such magical wonders, don't we? Life is one big magical adventure of knowledge, discovery and of course...self worth!"
Harry was wondering where this was going, it had to have a point of some kind, but what was it? "So you are all invited here today to participate in a new, ministry approved program to demonstrate to everybody, including yourselves, what you have learned, what you have discovered and whether you believe your lives are worth fighting for after all!"
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Harry, Ron and Hermione glanced at each other with disbelief! Did they just hear that last part right? All the students were now talking amongst themselves when the ex-minister shouted for silence with a sharp tone. Everyone fell silent once more.
"Now..." he sighed with a smile, then continued, "For the exciting news! You are all here to compete...for your very own lives! You are all going to be killing each other in any method possible! To help you understand what is to take place for your foreseeable future, might I present one to who you are all familiar with? I give you none other than the Ministy's own Dolores Umbridge!"
The one who sent the patronus finally turned around. There was no mistaking it...it was her...the sickly toad!
She looked around at all the students and rested her eyes on Harry. Two high pitched sounds came from her, her trademark giggle! "Welcome everybody!"
Harry's face darkened...
End of chapter 1, I hope you all enjoyed this! :D