The Black Blooded Games
Summary: What happens when Narcissa Black is the name pulled from the bowl in Hogwarts School and her sister, Bellatrix takes her place, along with a mysterious boy named Rodolphus Lestrange?
Disclaimer: Only the idea is mine. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and The Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins.
Chapter One
The Reaping. It was the only thing in the whole of the world that was feared by the seventeen-year-old girl sat in a treetop in the forests of District 12. She was an expert hunteress and with her best friend, a certain Tom Riddle Jr, Bellatrix Druella Black had almost forgotten that the day itself would dawn upon them with the sunrise.
After her long conversation with Tom on the subject, shooting his idea of running away down in flames, Bellatrix made her way back to the small house that she shared with both her family and her aunt's family, her full game bag slung securely over her left shoulder. She pushed open the creaking wooden door to their tiny home, which had only four small rooms for the nine people that lived there. One room was their communal room, where they ate, cooked and sat together, while the other three were bedrooms, the two smallest belonging to the two sets of parents and the slightly larger one belonging to all five children. Slinging her game bag at the foot of the table, she made her way to the childrens' bedroom, but was disappointed to find that there were only three people in the room. Two of them were Bellatrix's cousins, sixteen-year-old Regulus Arcturus and fifteen-year-old Sirius Orion, who was attempting to get his cousin of the same age, Andromeda Elladora, to join their game of Exploding Snap.
"Meda?" asked Bellatrix, tapping the elder of her sisters on the shoulder, who withdrew her nose from the Holyhead Harpies annual she was reading and turned to face her.
"Yes?"
"Have you seen Cissa? I can't find her."
"I think she said something about going down to the river. I haven't seen her since so she must have gone."
"Okay, thanks, Med. Sirius, get your hands out of my Chocolate Frog cards."
"I was only looking!"
"Yeah, you were only looking when my Merlin card went walkabout." snapped back Bellatrix, slamming her way out of the room and abandoning the house, preparing for the hike up the hill which led to the river. The view was clear on an autumn night like this and sure enough, Bellatrix was a good twenty feet away when she caught sight of a stretch of pale blue cloth and a waterfall of shimmering blonde waves, bent and shaking over by the side of the river.
"Ciss?" whispered Bellatrix, slowly making her way to the figure and putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. The figure jumped and let out a small scream, but it was cut off by the sobs that were violently racking her body. Feeling this, Bellatrix sat down on the ground and pulled the shaking blonde onto her lap, wrapping her arms tightly around her and kissing the top of her head in an attempt to calm her.
"Oh, Ciss. What's the matter, darling? Why are you crying?"
"I'm going to die." she whispered solemnly, crying harder.
"Ciss, what are you talking about? Of course you aren't, sweetie."
"I am. I can feel it. It's going to be me." she cried, causing Bellatrix to let out a deep sigh of realisation.
"The Reaping. Ciss, it won't be you, I promise. Your name's only in the bowl once, there's thousands of names. There is no chance that it'll be you. None."
"There's always a chance, Bella. What'll happen if it is?"
"Ciss, the chance is so small that it's not even worth thinking about. There's more chance of one of the four of us being Reaped."
"Why? How many times have your names been entered, Bella?"
"Well, Meda and Sirius have been in six times each, Regulus has been in 24 and I've been in...35."
"What?!"
"Well, it won't be you and even if it is, which it won't be, I will never let them take you away from us. I promise."
"Really?"
"Yes. I promise."
Bellatrix pulled the two of them to their feet, her arms still wrapped around her little sister and they began to walk towards their house.
Narcissa slept all through the night, feeling safe with the presence of her elder sister's arms wrapped tightly around her, the security entering into her subconcious and meaning that she had a dream for the first time since Bellatrix's first Reaping.
The gesture gave comfort to the dark-haired girl as well, making her believe that while she may not be safe, the Ministry couldn't harm her little Cissa.
She was wrong.
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