The Dragon Games
Characters: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger
Sub-Characters: Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Daphne Greengrass, etc.
Rated: M
Warnings: Torture, Bloodshed, Smut, etc.
Summary: In a pureblood dominant society, there are ten districts. Each year, a child from the age of eleven and nineteen, is selected to take part of the annual Dragon Games. It is the 223rd Annual Dragon Games and it seems there is a new rule in the arena. How will the children cope with not using their magic? Let alone their wands? And what would happen if love happens in the arena between two different districts?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for a few Original Characters. Plot is based on The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. Characters are based on characters from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling
Chapter One: Welcome to District 8
Living in a society ran by the most corrupted government in the Wizarding World was torture to every one of the citizens. There are ten districts. District 1, the district of high and pure, where all the important purebloods reigned supreme. District 2, the district of power, where purebloods still reign supreme and where the power of all districts came from. District 3, the district of technology, where the most smartest of witches and wizards stayed. District 4, the district of transportation, where all the magical transportation is created. District 5, the district of creation, where scientists work on creating ways to only have pureblood children. District 6, the district of weapons, where muggle weapons are created for entertainment. District 7, the district of protection, where soldiers are trained to keep muggles from entering the Wizarding World. District 8, the district of agriculture, where the food provided for all districts are made. District 9, the district of clothing, where unique clothing is made for the districts. And last there is District 10, the district of supplies, where all magical supplies are created.
All the ten districts have significance. Each district supports the one place where their ruler resides; the Supremacy.
But our story doesn't begin in the Supremacy, oh no, it begins in the small district of District 8.
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There was no light as always in the district, but Hermione could hear the whimpers of her baby sister. Hermione opened her eyes and turned her head to the left to see her sister lying in her bed in the fetal position. Hermione got up and walked over to her sister. She stretched her arms and pulled her sister towards her.
"Shhh Calla, it's okay," Hermione said rubbing her sister's back as she woke up.
"Oh Mione, it... it was... it was terrible," Calla whimpered into Hermione's chest.
Hermione sighed. It had been three years since her mother died and a year since her father had gone missing. This wasn't uncommon in the Wizarding World, especially if you had parents who were muggles. The only reason why Tom Riddle, the ruler of the Wizarding World, had tolerated with the muggleborn children's muggle parents was because of the games.
"It was just a dream, Cal," Hermione kissed Calla's forehead, "Nothing more," she said.
"But it felt so real," Calla looked up at Hermione, "Too real. It was me, Hermione," she said.
Hermione sighed and hugged her sister more. "You've only placed your name in once, Calla," she rubbed her sister's head, "It won't be you," she answered.
Hermione was begging it wasn't going to be Calla. The Dragon Games were always unexpected, you didn't know who was going to be picked or who wasn't. This year worried Hermione the most, because her sister had turned eleven this year and had to put her name in for the games.
"Get ready for the day, lovebug," Hermione patted Calla's head, "I have to go," she said.
Calla nodded, "Catch a big one for me, please," she said.
Hermione smiled before getting up and getting ready. Each day, as always, Hermione would go out towards the woods beyond the gates of District 8 and hunt. Now, it was illegal to hunt in those woods, but what no one knew wouldn't hurt them. Once she got everything, Hermione secured her wand in her boot before trotting off. Calla was getting ready for school when Hermione left.
Once at the gate, Hermione took out her wand and dragged her wand down the last four railings on the gate. Like always, they disappeared and she was able to get out to the woods. Hermione waved her wand and the railings came back. She moved with ease around the woods until she found the hollow tree where she always placed her bow and arrows. Hermione slung the arrows on her back before jogging down the hill of the woods.
About two or three miles into the woods, Hermione caught sight of the one person who always seemed to make her feel better; Viktor. It was strange how the two of them got close, Viktor was three years her senior, but she was happy they became good friends. Hermione walked about a couple of feet to him and picked up a rock. She smirked and threw the rock to his head.
"OW!" Hermione laughed when Viktor rubbed his head, "You got to stop doing zat, 'Ermie," Viktor said when he turned to see her behind him.
Hermione cringed at the ridiculous nickname Viktor gave her. Viktor was Bulgarian and his accent was so strong sometimes he forgot how to say things correctly.
"It's not my fault you can't figure out that someone is behind you," she said walking up to him.
They were on top of a hill that looked over the entire woods. Hermione loved it here, she felt so free here and it was always the best place for her to relax.
"Vat do you have zat we can eat?" Viktor asked as they sat down.
Hermione sighed and sat with him, "Nothing yet, I haven't come across something out here, how about you?" she asked.
Viktor opened up his bag and pulled out a package of english muffins. Hermione gasped and took them immediately. They were still warm and made Hermione's mouth water. "How did you get this?" she asked opening up the package and grabbing one.
"Mrs. Potter made zem for me. She says hello to you. She vanted you to 'ave somezing from zheir family," Viktor answered.
Hermione smiled. The Potters were one of the few families who resided in District 8 and they were one of the nicest. Mrs. Potter was always so busy with running a bakery while Mr. Potter was busy on the farms. They had two children, a son named Harry and a daughter named Aimee. The son was sixteen, a year younger than Hermione and the daughter was the same age as Calla. Every other day, Hermione would catch something in exchange for fresh vegetables or baked goods.
"I'll catch something for them," Hermione said.
Viktor sighed. "Today eez ze day isn't it?" he said.
Hermione nodded. "The reaping for the Dragon Games."
Viktor was worried about Hermione and her sister. For one, because he didn't need to participate in the reaping this year because of his age. And two, because they were his only family. Viktor's father was taken to become an auror in the Supremacy and was never seen again and his mother was killed in a farming accident just earlier in the year.
"I've been praying zat you two won't get it," Viktor admitted.
Hermione put her hand on his shoulder. "We'll be alright, Viktor," she smiled, "I know we will."
Viktor smiled. "But if you do, please be sure to come back home," he said.
Hermione laughed. "I will, but right now, we should start hunting if we want to trade," she said before standing up.
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After a couple of hours of hunting, Hermione had caught quite a few. She would just stroll down District 8 with the catch she always got, because the aurors wanted meat as much as the next person. District 8 wasn't a poor district, but some of the things were hard to get even with the train coming in and out. Hermione walked up to the bakery and smiled when she saw Mrs. Potter and Harry working today.
"Hello Mrs. Potter, I have quite a few that has your name on it?" Hermione said walking up to the counter.
Mrs. Potter smiled as she saw Hermione, "I hope there are quite a few for those delicous muffins I gave Viktor this morning," she laughed, "Oooh, I spy some hippogriff limbs. I'll take those, what would you like, Hermione dear?"
Hermione looked down at the baked goods and vegetables. "How much can I get for the two limbs you want?" she asked.
"About five pounds of vegetables and four baked goods," Mrs. Potter replied.
"Okay, I'll get some lettuce, tomatoes, and carrots. As for the baked goods, some bread and one of those cakes."
Harry laughed and shook his head. His mother would do anything to keep the two orphans healthy. Hermione turned to Harry and smiled. "Hello Harry, how are things holding up for you?" she asked as she leaned on the counter while Mrs. Potter gathered her things.
"Fine," Harry smiled, "Aimee is scared though," he said.
Hermione's smile faltered a little, but she kept smiling. "She'll be fine, she's like Calla, their name has only been in once," she said.
"Oh come now, you two," Mrs. Potter handed over the things Hermione asked for, "Don't think of that, you best be off, Hermione. The reaping is later this afternoon," she said.
Hermione nodded and said her goodbyes before going home. At age seventeen, you were considered an adult in the Wizarding World, so instead of going to school, Hermione was a healer who did her job at home. Though today, she had no visitors seeing as the reaping was soon.
When she got home, Calla was just saying goodbye to Aimee. Hermione said her goodbye to Aimee as well before the two sisters went inside to prepare for the day.
"Are you ready for today, lovebug?" Hermione asked as she drew a bath for Calla.
Calla sighed and started stripping, "I'm scared, you know that already, Mione," she frowned, "What's going to happen if I do get picked?" she asked.
Hermione sighed and gestured her to get into the tub. Calla preferred the tub than the shower. Hermione preferred the shower. "Don't think about it, Cal," she kissed her sister's head before taking her clothes off to get into the small shower next to the tub. Her father was amazing at creating things and he created the shower for their use.
It was going to be a long day for them, especially for Hermione. The hairs at the back of her neck made her realize that there was something that was going to go on.
Author's Note: Well here's chapter one of my story based on the Hunger Games, but is actually Harry Potter. I've been meaning to post this up for awhile now, because a lot of people want a Harry Potter mix with Hunger Games kind of thing lately. Keep in mind, that I am trying my hardest to work on it and keep it updated as much as possible.
So just tell me what you think.