A/N: Hey guys! I am taking a break from "Alone" to write this story, I cannot think of anything else, yet. So enjoy! CROSSOVER! P.S this is set in third year (prisoner of Azkaban)

Today was the reaping day, the day that a witch and wizard ages 12-18 from each school will be chosen to compete in "The Hunger games" or a fight to the death. These games were formed after Lord Voldemort had come back way earlier than expected and took over, killing Albus Dumbledore In the process. He made these games as a reminder to not rebel against him, as he will always win.

Harry Potter was just buttoning the last button on his dress shirt when the siren went off, signaling it was time to go down to the great hall for the reaping. On the way down, he bumped into his best friend Hermione Granger, dressed in a light pink sundress. "Hey" she said, adjusting her bun. "This thing is so annoying." "Hello mione', why don't you just take it out altogether?"

"Because, I would be more noticeable in the crowd." "Good point." he said taking her hand in his and guiding her down to the great hall. They each walked into their gender-appropriate groups and waited for Dolores Umbridge to start speaking. "Welcome, welcome to the 74th annual Hunger Games! She said smiling. After a few moments of silence she spoke again

"We want all of you to know that it is an honor to be representing Hogwarts, and may the odds be ever in your favor. Oh and reminder to first timers! You are allowed to use your wand, but we will disable each tribute's wand so that it cannot produce food or water. Now, ladies first!" She reached her gloved hand into one of the large glass bowls and pulled out a small piece of paper.

"The female tribute is…..Hermione Granger!" Hermione's heart stopped, she slowly walked up to the platform. While walking, she eyed Harry. He tried to give her a look of sympathy, but he was too terrified himself. "Come on dear, hurry!" Umbridge said softly. Hermione now stood next to Umbridge, who was now reaching into the glass for the boys.

"Our male tribute is….Harry Potter." Hermione froze "Harry?" she whispered. Harry's mind was spinning "First Hermione, now me?" He walked up to the stage where Hermione and Umbridge were standing. "Now that is settled, shake hands you two." Umbridge said. Harry's hand shakily reached out to meet Hermione's. They both nodded at each other and released hands, whilst Umbridge prodded them off of the stage to go on the train that will take them to the city.

Once they were alone, Hermione attacked Harry with a hug. "I cannot believe it, both of us were called!" "I know, it is completely unfair!" Harry said while prying Hermione's arms off of him. "I hope they have books here, I am going to have to study many defensive spells!" Harry sighed "You do realize they have training, right? I do not want you doing that to yourself! You are going to need your energy." Hermione glared at him "For how long, two days! That isn't enough time, Harry, and what about you."

"What do you mean?" Hermione sighed "I know you are more familiar with the dark arts than many people, but who knows what our competition will be, they could be far more advanced than us depending on how old they are!" "Just promise me that we will stick together, no matter what. They can't over power both of us together; you are the brightest witch of your age Hermione!" She rolled her eyes.

"Don't you understand? I am not "the most physically fit witch of her age" or "the most charming witch." I am just plain old Hermione Jean Granger, who can open a book without falling asleep. I am not intimidating either." Harry's eyes widened "Hermione you don't need to be those things! You are perfect the way you are, bloody hell!" She smiled "Do you think Ronald would do that, now? He did have a sense of humor."

A single tear rolled down her cheek and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry, it's just not every day you get picked to fight to the death." Harry returned the hug and said "I know the feeling." She pulled away and looked into his eyes. "What do you think he is doing right now?" "I have a feeling he is talking to my mum, he said looking up, possibly eating." She smiled "Good old Ron"

Ron had died the previous year, due to the Hunger Games.

Killed by: Draco Malfoy

Age: 12

Grade: Second year

Cause of death: Thrown against boulder with the spell "Everte Satum" (dent in skull)

Hermione sat down into one of the silver chairs. "What do you think our competition is going to be like?" Harry asked sitting down next to her. "Well, I heard that Beauxbatons train their students starting from the moment they step foot inside….Durmstrang isn't any better.

They receive their letters two years In advance, so they can start training." "That's nice" Harry commented "I know, Hogwarts does nothing we are lucky we even have defense against the dark arts classes." Just as Harry was about to reply, a women walked in. She was wearing a black jacket, a gray office skirt, and black high heels. "Hello, I am Mrs. Mackin, your mentor. I assume you two are Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, yes?"

They both silently nodded. "Well, over the next few days I will be teaching you about the Games, giving you tips, and showing you my own experience as a tribute, and eventually a victor. Any questions?" Hermione raised her hand "So, you participated in the Hunger Games too? "Yes Mrs. Granger, I was in the 58th Hunger Games. Anymore? Okay, let me show you to your cabins."

She stepped out of the room leaving Harry and Hermione to follow. They walked through a series of hallways and rooms until they finally found their destination. "Okay Harry your room is on the left, Hermione on your right. You will find that you have been given clothes, which are yours to keep. Goodnight!" Harry looked at Hermione. "Sweet dreams" she briefly hugged him "Good night Harry" She walked into her room, Harry doing the same on the other side.

Their rooms both consisted of a double bed, a dresser, a bathroom, and a wall filled with books. Harry smiled at them. "Hermione must be enjoying herself right now." He walked over to the dresser and pulled out pajamas. He walked over to the bathroom to get dressed; he then lied down in bed only to fall asleep immediately. His dreams were filled with a certain bushy haired know-it-all.