Disclimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Hunger Games. They rightfully belong to JKR and Suzanne Collins. I am not making any money from this story.

Summery: Every year, one witch and one wizard from various locations are chosen to take part in The Wizard Games, a fight for survival.

I wrote this chapter/story for my friend's birthday. Happy 14th birthday, thechosenbibliophile. Xx

The great hall was dead quiet. Even though it was breakfast, and even though there was going to be a celebration in the house common rooms that very evening, no one spoke. But it was like this every year on the fifteenth of October. Reaping day.

By that evening, Hogwarts would be two students lesser. Two brave, innocent, students would be sent off to the Wizard Games, where they would most surely die.

Harry Potter felt sick to his stomach. This was his third year at Hogwarts and he had already seen four students die in the games.

After breakfast, Harry, Ron and Hermione went up to the third year boy's dormitory, as classes had been excused for the morning. They sat in silence for a moment, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, a look of realization crossed Hermione's eyes and she went to her dormitory. Ron and Harry shared a look.

Hermione returned and handed Harry a small package wrapped in white paper. Harry opened it. It was a circle shaped golden locket, with the letter 'H' engraved on it. Harry opened the locket. Inside there was a moving photograph of Harry, Ron and Hermione. The picture kept changing every ten seconds. It would change from them being in the great hall to them being in the common room, etc.

"It's a friendship locket. Inside are all of the pictures we took together. They're also charmed to alert us when one of us is in danger, upset or needs help." Hermione said. "I got one for myself too."

"Thank you, Hermione." Harry said, hugging her.

Hermione gave the second package to Ron. Inside, there was the same locket, except in a rectangle and had an 'R' on it. "Thanks, Mione." Ron hugged her and then gave her a small parcel. "This is from Harry and I. we put our money together to buy it. Hermione gasped as she opened it the package. Inside, there was a necklace with a gold plate and an hourglass in it. "It's a time-turner." Ron said. Hermione pulled them both into a hug. Harry checked his watch.

"We should get ready. Its almost time." Hermione nodded and went back to her dormitory. Neville, Dean and Seamus soon came in. The five boys silently dressed and headed down to the Great Hall for the reaping.

Harry sat with the Gryffindor boys at the table. Hermione and Ginny came to join them. Harry felt Hermione grasp his hand under the table.

Dolores Umbridge walked up to the stage. Her little shoes were tapping against the floor of the great hall. Harry despised of this woman.

She made her way up to the microphone.

"Welcome! Welcome to the reaping for the 74th annual Wizard Games. Now as usual, ladies first."

Umbridge made her way over to the girl's reaping ball. Harry wrapped Hermione in his arms and prayed for her safety.

Umbridge's perfectly manicured hand plunged deep into the reaping ball. She pulled out a small slip of paper and walked back to the microphone. She opened it and read out the name.

"Primrose Everdeen."

A small girl with long blonde hair slowly walked up to the stage.

Harry recognized her. She was a second year, muggle born Hufflepuff. Harry had met her in the hospital wing after another Quidditch accident. She was training to be a healer and had helped Madam Pomfrey clean his cuts and fix his broken finger.

Harry could tell that she was trying not to cry. He felt happy for Hermione, but sad for this poor, twelve year old girl who was sure to die in the games.

Harry felt Hermione's hand rubbing his back. He turned around. She was also rubbing Ron's back. Because it was the boy's turn now.

Umbridge once again plunged her hand deep into the reaping ball. Harry was scared. He knew that his name was in there 43 times. 3 times for being 13, 40 times for breaking the law. Every time an underage wizard broke a law, his name went in 20 more times. Harry had been blamed for levitating pudding and blowing up an aunt.

Harry closed his eyes and waited for the name to be read out. When it was, he felt his heart sink.

"Harry Potter."

The hall fell silent. The boy who lived had just been chosen for his almost certain death. Harry felt all eyes on him as he walked up to the stage. He briefly looked behind him and saw Hermione and Ginny sobbing, Ron comforting them both, looking pale himself.

Harry felt as if he would pass out at any minute. He was only 13! Harry had seen the earlier Wizard Games, and so far, no one from Hogwarts had survived. The year before last, a seventh year Slytherin girl, Clorinda Knott and fifth year Hufflepuff boy, Cedric Diggory, had been reaped, and neither of them had survived. Regina Tyzell and Jasper Jerralson had also competed and died in the games last year. Now, this year, Primrose Everdeen and Harry Potter would die in the games.

I'm not sure if I should continue or not. Leave me a review if you liked it and want me to write more. If you didn't like it, please leave a review on how I can fix it.

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