Chapter 1- The Tributes
Hermione
"You have all seen the Hunger Games from America!" the minister was announcing, looking at the three schools gathered at Hogwarts during our seventh year. Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. "We are having our own version of it by decree of the Dark Lord himself! The Mudblood Battles are to be broadcast to us!" He shouted over the hall.
No… This was awful. They constantly showed the Hunger Games from America, putting the twelve districts against one another in a fight for survival… to keep the districts in fear of the Capitol. People died in gruesome ways, if it wasn't by the hand of another participant than it was by mutated mutts or some other horrible thing or creature. Now it's spread to here, Voldemort was doing it now that he had control.
"All the names of the mudbloods have been put in the Goblet of Fire! Five mudblood students from each school will be chosen and put into the arena for a fight to the death! There's a catch though… No wands! Each school's tributes will get a week to train with one of the victors of the Hunger Games themselves!" A door opened in the back to reveal three people. They walked out to stand next to the minister. "This is Enobaria, Chaff, and Blight!"
The three did not look happy to be here at all, each one of them had a grim and haunted look on their faces. "Now let us choose the tributes!" The minister said all too eagerly. He turned to the Goblet of Fire as it began glowing red like it had in fourth year for the choosing of the champions for the Triwizard Tournament. "The first is from Beauxbatons!" He read the singed paper. "Claire Dubois!" A small girl with long black hair stood, a look of fear on her face. She was led to the back room as the next name was called.
"A Hogwarts tribute!" The minister smiled. "Seamus Finnigan!" Seamus was a few seats away from me, a look of fear on his face that showed he was more scared than he'd ever been As he followed the last girl, Claire, another name was called.
"Durmstrang now!" He read the paper. "Lucas Phan!" He called. The boy from Durmstrang was tall and muscular. He actually didn't look scared at all, just grim and determined.
The names went on and on until only one left was to be chosen, a Hogwarts student. Then it happened. The event that would forever change me. My name was called. "Hermione Granger!"
Ron was pulling on my arm, trying to restrain me, but I knew the ministry officials would punish him if he didn't let me go and I tugged my arm away, walking back to where the rest of the tributes were. "I volunteer!" A voice shouted. I sighed and turned to see Ron standing up, arm raised.
"What is your name boy?" The minister smiled at him, excited that someone had volunteered in the very first game.
"Ron Weasley." He answered.
The other minister officials handed him a file and he flipped through it. For the first time since we'd seen him he narrowed his eyes and frowned at Ron. "You are of Pureblood status Ron Weasley, you may not compete, and the mudblood Hermione Granger will remain a tribute." He announced.
I sighed, walking back to the other room. In the back room there were fourteen other people. Looking at a magical poster on the wall, it was like a scoreboard with each of our names.
Hogwarts
Hermione Granger
Kim Sheringham
Seamus Finnigan
Justin Finch-Fletchley
Ernie Macmillan
Beauxbatons
Claire Dubois
Michelle Lafleur
Natalie Morel
Joy Molyneux
Emily Chevalier
Durmstrang
Lucas Phan
Mathias Kolstad
Alpin Ulseth
Brutus Gaustad
Chico Paus
I noticed how naturally no Slytherins would be in the battle. The Slytherin house consisted of most all purebloods, maybe a small handful of half bloods.
The Hogwarts tributes ran up to me, even the ones I didn't really know. Kim had tears in her eyes while the boys looked scared or grim. "Oh Hermione you've seen the Hunger Games in America, it's like a huge nightmare!" The small brown haired girl sobbed. I couldn't find words, not to agree with her or comfort her, nothing. I was still in shock; I couldn't believe I may loose my life in a stupid game for entertainment.
Just then the three victors walked in. The female, Enobaria, addressed the Durmstrang tributes. "I'm Enobaria, I will be training all of you." She smiled slightly and we all noticed her razor sharp teeth. "I'm from District Two and I'm known for ripping the throats out of my competitors with my teeth, it's how I won my game." Her expression turned grim. "Come along."
She led the Durmstrang boys out the door and Blight turned to the Beauxbaton girls. "I'm Blight and I will train you girls. I'm from District Seven and I will tell you about my game later, now come." He said strictly.
That just left Chaff for us. "I'm Chaff from District Eleven. Many people die in the games, I survived but I lost a hand." He flexed his left hand. I wouldn't have known it was fake; it seemed to match the rest of him entirely. "No wands are to be used in these Games, so tell me, are any of you experienced with Muggle weapons?"
No one except for Ernie and I raised our hands. "I can shoot with a bow and arrow… sort of." Ernie said timidly to Chaff.
He nodded and turned to me. Knife throwing, I once took a class with my parents, and I actually wasn't too horrid at it. "Knife throwing." I told him.
He seemed to consider what he had to work with. "In the Hunger Games we have interviews and performances to see who the favorite is but in your… Mudblood Battle, your Dark Lord just wants the audience to get to know you on an almost personal level, but no performances so you don't know what you're really up against. People can send items to you, but only if the gamemakers say you can have it. Remember, their job is to keep the games cruel and interesting." He warned us. He gave us a final stern look before dismissing us and saying that training started tomorrow.
As we walked out, we all just sat down outside the room, considering our fates. "Not all of us are gonna come out alive…" Justin spoke in a hushed voice. "Maybe not any of us."
"You don't know that." Kim tried to say.
"I said MAYBE." He glared at her before sighing and putting his head in his hands. "The Durmstrang tributes are like the Career tributes in the Hunger Games. They destroy about half the other tributes every year."
I put my head to rest against the wall and whispered the words that scared us all the most, the words we heard on television every year broadcast from the American Hunger Games.
"Let the games begin."
A LOT OF PEOPLE HAVE BEEN REVIEWING ME ABOUT SOME CHARACTERS NOT BEING MUGGLEBORNS. PLEASE READ MY AUTHOR'S NOTES BECAUSE I TALK ABOUT IT IN THERE.
Author's Note- Please review! I love the Hunger Games and Harry Potter so I decided to mix the two. Please review so I can hear your thoughts!
Also, I know not all those people are actually muggle born, but just pretend they are! Thanks!
Disclaimer- You see this on just about every story so you know the drill. I don't own Harry Potter or the Hunger Games! (Though I really wish I did!)