Title: A Trace of Lavender
Summary: This is an AU crossover between Harry Potter and The Hunger Games. I know it has been done before, but I'm putting it bit of a twist on it. The names that get pulled out are that of Harry, and an old acquaintance of his. ;) Trying to keep suspense and tell you what the story is about is very hard! But there we go. Oh, and you'll be seen some familiar faces throughout the story, from Harry Potter and The Hunger Games! Enjoy! And don't forget to review! :)
Chapter 1: The Lupins and the Weasleys
I woke up with beads of sweat running down my shuddering form.
The same nightmare had plagued me for years.
The dust and rocks falling from the cavernous ceiling, the very earth trembling in the wake of a massive cave-in, people running to the small elevator; the only way to the surface. Being the man that he was, James Potter was standing at the front of the elevator, waiting for it to come back down.
Once it landed he helped the injured on first, he wouldn't get in until all of his crew were out. No man gets left behind.
That day Harry had missed school to see his Dad at work. But this wasn't what he had expected. Harry refused to get in the elevator without his Dad, but as they were running out of time he got pulled in, with the promise that he would see his Dad at the top.
"Harry, I have to stay down here until everyone is safe! But I'll meet you up there! Remus, Padfoot! Look after my son until I'm up there!" James says with a smile at his son and his two best friends.
"You bet James!" Padfoot yells back down, putting his hands on his godson's small shoulders, smiling.
"You promise you'll come up next?" Harry said worriedly down at his Dad, as the elevator started to move up.
"Promise!" James calls up to his son, smiling.
Once Harry had reached the top he sat down at the exit of the caves, waiting for the elevator to emerge from beneath the earth with his Dad inside, safe.
Harry's mum died when Harry was born, so Lupin and Padfoot were watching over him until James came back up.
Only that never happened.
After about twenty minuets the whole mine collapsed, with James Potter inside it.
"Harry? Can I borrow your shirt? The one that doesn't fit you anymore?" In walked a small, curly hair boy holding up a light blue shirt that used to belong to me.
"Yeah, sure Thom," I said sleepily, trying to push the memories of my Dad's death away. I was only five when Dad died, but the memory sometimes came back to me in the form of nightmares.
Remus walked up behind Thom and put his hands on his shoulders, "Morning boys."
"Morning Dad." I say getting out of bed. Remus Lupin was one of my Dad's best friends. On the day he died, he told his two best friends to look after me. Lupin took that responsibility, as Padfoot couldn't for reasons unknown to me.
I loved living with Remus and his wife, Tonks. They were my parents now, and this was my family.
"Dad, does this shirt look alright?" Thom looked up at his dad.
"Good morning Harry. Thomas the bath is ready now. Hurry up," Tonks says as she walks into the doorway of Thom and my room.
"Morning Mum." I say as he pulls on a grey shirt and brown pants.
"Harry!" Hermione calls from the other room.
"Coming Hermione!" I call back, as I walk past Mum, Dad and Thom, grabbing my brown jacket off the bed.
Hermione is dressed in a plain brown shirt and long black pants; her long bushy hair is pulled into a ponytail at the back of her head. She is ready to leave; I could tell by the way she was standing on one foot then the other, nervously waiting.
They were about to leave when Tonks calls out, "Wait a second," walking back into the room. She gestures for them to give her a hug, they surrender and embrace her.
"Bye Mum," Hermione says as they leave through the small wooden doors. I wave and follow her out of the house.
I lead Hermione through the streets of the outer town of Gryffindor. Not many people were out, as it was still early morning.
We stopped outside a small house with 2 stories. The house was painted a dull brown colour, but Hermione and I knew that inside it was magical. As we stepped up to the front door we heard a woman yell from within the house.
"FRED! GEORGE! WAKE UP AND GET CHANGED! I WILL NOT HAVE MY BOYS GOING TO THE REAPING LOOKING LIKE A TROLL DRESSED THEM! YOU MAY NOT BE BEING REAPED, BUT YOU WILL STILL BE LOOKING NICE AND CLEAN!"
I chuckle and knock on the door.
"Who would that be?" said a grouchy voice from the other side of the wooden door.
Throwing the door wide open, Mrs. Weasley almost hits Hermione in the face.
"Oh Harry! Hermione! How nice to see you!" Mrs. Weasley, having temporarily lost her rage, pulls them into the house hugging them.
"Hi Mrs. Weasley," I say smiling at my best friend's Mum. She was dressed plainly in a brown dress with an apron tied round her waist.
She guides us into the small and rather cramped kitchen. There was a scrubbed wooden table and chairs in the middle, and Hermione took a seat while I stood next to her, as Mrs. Weasley placed a teapot and some cups in front of us.
I loved the Weasley's house. It was so small and cozy, and it felt like a second home to both Hermione and me. It was called "The Burrow."
"RON! GINNY! Harry and Hermione are here!" Mrs. Weasley calls up the wobbly looking stairs, as she turns back to the stove in the corner of the kitchen, humming as she cooks.
"Coming!" Ron yells back down.
Ron was Hermione and my best friend, and Ginny was also part of our group of friends, she was just one year younger than us.
Ron had five older brothers: Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George. Fred and George were twins; they were three years older than Ron. Ginny was just one year younger then him.
The only two people in Ron's family that had their names in the reaping bowl were Ron who was sixteen, same age as Hermione and Harry, and Ginny who was fifteen.
As Ron runs down the stairs he trips on the last step. A small yelp escapes from his lips, as he falls over.
"I'm alright," He smiles up at me, as I pull him from the floor.
"Very smooth Ronald," Hermione says, giggling.
"Oh, shut up Hermione," Ron says smiling. He walks over to where she was sitting and kisses her on the cheek, as he slides into the seat next to her.
"PDA alert," Ginny says, standing at the bottom of the steps, with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Hey, Ginny," I say, my stomach flipping at the sight of my long time crush. "Are you coming today?"
"No, I don't feel very well. I'm sorry I'm leaving you with the love birds," She says winking at me.
"You should be off if you want to get to the woods before the Reaping," Mrs. Weasley says, as she hands Ron a small bag filled with breakfast.
"Thanks Mum," Ron says hugging her.
"Thanks Mrs. Weasley," Hermione and I say in union.
"Be safe!" She calls as we walk out of the Burrow, into the crisp morning air filled with the enchanting smell of lavender.
A/N: So I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, there are many more to come! Remember to review! :)