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Chapter 1 – The Game

Harry struggled furiously against his bonds.

"Kill me!" he cried out as Voldemort circled him patiently. "Just kill me already!"

An evil grin spread across Voldemort's face. "After all the trouble you caused me over the years? Shouldn't I make you wait just as long as I had to wait before I was finally victorious? Crucio!"

Harry let out a scream as the curse hit him square in the chest. The dead faces of Remus, Sirius, Fred and countless others were the only things that kept him fighting insanity.

Voldemort laughed as he lifted the curse. "Oh, if your family could see you now, begging for death! After all they did to protect you and now you just want to die! Ha!"

"You know," Voldemort said after a moment. "I don't even want to kill you anymore..."

Harry's head snapped up in shock. After everything Voldemort did to try and kill him, Harry couldn't believe he no longer had that desire. Harry remained speechless, unsure of what to say.

"Oh no, no, no!" Voldemort chuckled at the confused look on Harry's face. "Of course I still want you killed, but I don't care if it's me that commits the murder or not."

Voldemort gracefully sat down in a nearby chair. It was the only piece of furniture in the room if you didn't count the post that Harry was tied up to.

"Coward!" Harry cried out. "You're just afraid that I won't die again, aren't you? You're afraid that the spell will rebound and you can't risk that because I destroyed all your bloody horcruxes!"

"You see, Harry," Voldemort said as he crossed his ankles, ignoring the insults as well as Harry's remark about the horcruxes. "I recently came up with the idea that it would be much more interesting to watch your friends murder you..."

Harry felt like a speeding bludger had nailed him in the stomach.

"They wouldn't!" Harry shouted defiantly. "And anyone who would isn't really my friend anyway!"

Voldemort chuckled at Harry's pride. "Oh, I think if the situation was right, they would certainly kill you..."

"Yeah?" Harry grunted as he struggled against his bonds. "What kind of situation, Tom?"

Voldemort glared at Harry's restricted body. "A game," he answered icily.

Voldemort silently rose to his feet and levitated Harry with a flick of his wand. He walked calmly out the only door of the tiny room and Harry's body obediently followed. Harry became dizzy from all the turns and tight passageways that Voldemort brought him through. Not only were the constantly rotating positions making him dizzy but Voldemort's last words were making him nauseous. Too many people had already ruined or lost their lives because of him and the possibility that one of his friends would have to destroy their soul to kill him made his body shake with grief. The only option he saw for saving them would be to commit suicide. As soon as he found some rope handy, he would tie the noose and end his life. If not a noose, then a heavy weight strapped to his leg and a plunge into the Black Lake. The possibilities for him were endless and he was determined to kill himself to save someone from the misery- or glory- of ending his life. Once Harry's mind could see that killing himself was the only way, he was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Now he wouldn't have to worry about Voldemort, evil beings, exam grades or anything. He would finally be able to stop fretting over the lives of his loved ones. But what about Ginny? a voice asked in his head. Are you prepared to leave her for a lifetime? Is it fair to do that to her? Harry's heart sank as he pictured the way Ginny may react over his death. He also pictured Ron, Hermione, Neville and Luna. Was it fair to leave them behind in such a miserable world with Voldemort? Harry's mind whirred with the terror they would face. After a moment, Harry made a decision. He decided he would remain alive as long as possible and to keep fighting Voldemort up to the very last minute of his life. And if one of his friends were to do something that would ruin there soul forever, only then would he greet death with open arms. After a few more minutes of winding staircases, Harry was finally brought outside.

Harry squinted against the sudden sunlight, as it had been many hours since he saw it last. After his eyes adjusted to the light, he could just make out huge masses of people huddled together in Hogwarts' courtyard. His eyes frantically searched for Ginny, Hermione and Ron in the crowd. He let out the breath he had been holding when he saw them standing uninjured off to the side.

"Witches and wizards!" Voldemort called out loudly to the surrounding people. "Would you like to see your savior? Bound and broken and helpless?"

Angry words and curses flew threw the air but Harry, Voldemort and the nearby death eaters were protected from a shield charm Voldemort had put up previously.

"I am your leader now!" Voldemort proclaimed. "Silence!"

The angry crowd immediately became quiet; although Harry could not tell if it was from pure terror or a silencing charm. After seeing Neville mouth furious words, he guessed the latter.

"First thing I will do as your new leader... " Voldemort paused as he gained the entire attention of the people. "Is allow you the honor of playing a game."

The crowd, still under the silencing spell, said nothing.

"Six people from each Hogwarts house between the ages of 16 and 21 will be chosen to play in this game," Voldemort stated. "The goblet of fire will choose the twenty four contestants that would put on the best show. However, if you would like to sacrifice yourself and volunteer as a player, you may take the place of someone chosen from your House." A deadly smile crossed Voldemort's face before he continued. "These twenty four players will be put in a selected area... an arena, let's call it."

Voldemort paused to clear his throat. "Although twenty four players will be brought into the arena, only one will come out. The players will have to fight to the death."

The crowd surged forward in an uproar, looks of horror and disgust written clearly on their faces. The silencing spell remained intact so their angry remarks could not be heard out loud.

"Calm yourselves!" Voldemort shouted. "You should be lucky I am giving you this opportunity instead of just slaughtering you all!"

The crowd immediately stilled. Voldemort looked out to make sure he had everyone's eyes on him before speaking. "Every year from now on will include this game. This will serve as a reminder to all how foolish it was to allow your children and loved ones to fight in a battle that was impossible for you to win."

"There's only one, very important rule for this game..." Voldemort crooked teeth could be seen from afar because of the huge grin he flashed the crowd.

"...no magic allowed!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! Got this idea for a story- would anyone be interested in me writing this? Willing to read it? Let me know your thoughts because I have a lot of ideas for this one and if you guys are willing to read it, I would love to write it! Leave a comment and let me know! (By the way, I'm not listing this as a crossover story because all the characters will be strictly Harry Potter. Although the plot is clearly Hunger Games, I won't be completely following that story line and their will be no characters from that series. Sorry, but no Katniss, Gale and Peeta!)