Disclaimer: I own "The Fantasmigorical Adventures of Phillip the Socially Awkward Squirrel", but no other award winning book series.
Author's Note: I was just reading the Hunger Games, when my mam switched to "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt. 1" on the TV, and this alternate universe was born! Since I don't know how to make a poll, review which character you want to win (or die painfully, or go insane, or go on a drug fuelled killing spree). If you have any questions, feel free to message or review or whatever is convenient for you.
Also, this doesn't have anything to do with the characters in the actual Hunger Games, it just takes the Games themselves and puts the in the Potterverse, if that makes any sense at all.
The Traitor Games
He now rules it all now, from the crumbling rubble of Muggle New York, to the barren wasteland once known as China. All seeing, all knowing, immortal, unstoppable. Harry Potter never stood a chance against him. Resistance still feebly exists in Britain. Those who stood against him at Hogwarts shall now pay dearly…
The Dark Lord stood centre stage in the dark, a triumphant smirk on his twisted features as the image is broadcast across Britain, to all those who defied him. Illuminated by sickly green flames lit in the wall torches, Nagini curls continuously around his bare feet as he addresses the masses watching in fear and hatred.
"Ah, my dear friends! I apologise for cutting straight to business, but it seems that some of you are a bit…. Reluctant to except the new order of things. However, I believe I have some inspiration for those of you who are unsure of where your loyalty lies."
He snaps his spindly fingers, and four Death Eaters appear, each dragging three chained children no older than 18. They weakly struggle, but are bound by both charms and chains. Voldemort chuckles darkly, gesturing to the children with his wand.
"These lucky people have been chosen for a little game. Each has been chosen because of their foolish involvement in trying to plot my downfall, and their House. Representing Gryffindor, we have young Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger and Mr. Longbottom."
Said Gryffindors glare fiercely at the Dark Lord and struggle weakly against their bonds, much to his amusement. He moves on swiftly, acknowledging each "contender" with the Cruciatus curse.
"For Ravenclaw, Ms. Lovegood, Ms. Patil and Mr. Boot. From Hufflepuff, here are Ms. Abbott, Ms. Bones, and Mr. Finch-Fletchley. And finally, here we have Slytherin. Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini and Ms. Parkinson."
Their screams echo for a few long moments, Voldemort relishes them with a satisfied smile. The Death Eaters bow and take their leave while he sighs and faces the teenagers once again.
"The rules of this game are simple. The twelve of you shall be released into the Forbidden Forest; hidden in the forest are Muggle supplies and weapons, seeing as those who defy me are as worthless as them. You'll be at the mercy of the elements, the ghastly creatures that dwell there... And each other. The game ends when only one of you is left alive."
Startled gasps escape their mouths, Neville and Ron screaming in protest, Padma, Hannah, and Susan sobbing loudly. Luna, Terry, Hermione, Blaise and Pansy seem numb, while Draco tries to feebly plead for his life.
"My Lord, I never betrayed you! My loyalty is only to you, I didn't help Pott-"
"SILENCIO!"
All falls silent as Voldemort leans toward the blond boy, Draco's eyes flitting around the room to avoid meeting the reptilian eyes of his lord. He winces as Voldemort harshly grabs hold of his hair, forcing the Slytherin to look him straight in the eye.
"My dear boy, I know fully well you didn't help him. However, he was well within your grasp and you refused to seize the opportunity. Mistakes as grave as that are too much to be forgiven."
Releasing the sobbing boy, he drinks in the sight of those in front of him who are doomed to die. He cocks his head to the side as his train of thought returns to him. A dark chuckle escapes his lips before he smiles viscously at the stunned crowds, not believing what is unfolding as they sit in their homes.
"Now, where was I? Oh, yes! Every moment of these games shall be broadcast to all of you. Anyone refusing to watch will be dealt with severely. Of course, the victor shall be rewarded their freedom. Until all resistance groups surrender, these games shall be annual."
He could practically hear the gasps of shock from those filthy scum watching, feel their fear for their children's lives. And their will to fight evaporating. From the corner of his eye, he sees the Weasley boy trying to break free from his bonds. A quick CRUCIO sorts him out, and Voldemort now addresses the redhead.
"Ah yes, Mr. Weasley. A Gryffindor through and through, valiantly trying to escape your fate. You have a large family of blood traitors, yes? It would truly be a shame if you didn't co-operate. It be quite unfortunate if an accident of some sort was to befall them..."
The contenders know that Voldemort could destroy their families with less than a flick of the Elder Wand. Tears stream silently down some of the teenagers cheeks, some stare stonily ahead, as the full reality of their faith sinks in. A maniacal laugh escapes the Dark Lord's lips as he grins wickedly before continuing.
"At the full moon, let the games begin….."