Debt

by Midnight and Magic

Ellie Potter, Harry's twin, is tied up in Panem's madness as the magical world is paying back their debts to President Snow. Since the capitol is getting bored with the same old games, Snow makes the biggest magical schools give up two students each. In Hogwarts case, 8. Join Ellie as she struggles to keep promises that are nearly impossible. Will she stay with Katniss or Cato?

1. Prologue

A/n: Here is myHarry Potter/Hunger Gamescrossover. Hope you enjoy it. Please review. Remember, this is fanfiction. I do not claim ownership toHarry PotterorThe Hunger Games. Also, some things throughout both books will be changed, obviously. Kind of crappy prologue but the story will be better. ;D I promise.

Prologue

Both aging men sat across from each other, glaring intensely wondering who would speak first. Both knew the situation, just didn't know how to face it. One was too scared, one was too cautious; didn't want to make the wrong move. Then the slightly older one gave a cough and a stressing rub to the temple. He was frustrated that the other wouldn't speak his mind. Was he trying to be intimidating? The younger one sighed.

"Fudge," He spoke up. "You know you owe me." Fudge nodded regretting what happened many years prior. "Don't try to get out of it this time because I know exactly what I want."

"Don't tell me something I already know, Snow," Fudge spoke up stressing the last name of the younger man seated across from him. "How do you expect-"

"Fudge," he interrupts with no mercy. "You better figure it out. Do you hear me? I don't care how, you better just do it."

"They're kids." He looked sympathetically at Snow. "Just young children who haven't even had a chance to live. You expect me just to rip them from their parent's fingers. We are not Panem, Snow."

"Fudge, you owe me." Snow lifted from his seat. "You better not make a fool of me, Fudge," Was the last thing Snow said to his victim, Fudge, before walking briskly out the door.

What have I done? Fudge lay his head down on the wooden oak table trying to prevent the on-coming headache. What have I done? He repeats. Snow, a ruthless non-caring man. So cold that finger tips just about freeze touching him. A man the Minister of Magic himself made a deal with twenty years prior. A deal and favor that President Snow himself would never let go. Now, not just costing his life to be hung up but the Children of the Wizarding world.

The children, ages twelve to eighteen, were to take part in this year's Hunger Games.