Hey! I know this has been done before but I loved it so much that I decided to make my own fanfic on this with my own twist. So it has a big difference!
I chose Dolores Umbridge as the one who picks out the names as she is so evil! She would be perfect.
It was quite hard choosing the tributes but I hope you like them.
HAPPY READING! AND MAY THE WANDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR!
Luv Miss Bella xxx
Chapter 1: The tributes'
(Cormac's POV)
The great hall was already crowded by the students. Today was the day when their fates would be decided. Today was when they would know whether they would live or fight to the death. He glanced over his shoulder to see Harry Potter the boy who lived getting brought in with heavily armed escorts along with the Hermione Granger and Weasly. They were both looking determined and confident. Only too confident and not meeting any one's eyes. Potter wasn't looking anything but scared. He eyed the dark lord with the utmost loathing in his burning emerald eyes.
Dolores Umbridge was wearing a shocking pink dress to the occasion and smirking at everyone before saying, "Welcome, welcome to the 1st Annual Potter games. Let me tell you about the history of this tournament. The Potter Games was made to celebrate the anniversary of the dark lord's victory over Harry Potter. In this tournament 24 students will be chosen to be trained and then sent forth into an arena to fight to the death. The last one standing will be crowned victor."
This was sick, he thought, totally sick. Fight to the death. He would rather kill himself before ever participating in this disgusting tournament.
"The age consent has just been changed! I have just been informed." There was an evil little smirk on her face.
Whatever this was wasn't going to be good.
"The age consent is above the age of seven."
Above seven! That was just….words couldn't explain how cruel this was. At the age of seven kids would be easy victims. Voldermort was practically sending little children of to their deaths. Things couldn't get any worse or so he thought.
"Now let the reaping begin. May the wands be ever in your favor."
That wasn't too reassuring.
Umbridge put her hand into the bowl where all their names had been written down. She twirled the paper playing with it. And our minds.
"Zevi Prince!"
There were gasps of astonishment all around as a boy who looked around 16 appeared on stage with a book in his hands and a shoulder bag over his shoulders. He, Cormac was confused. He had looked over all the pure-blooded family trees including the prince family tree. Zevi Prince was already dead though, he had been for three century's!
"What the…..?" Prince spluttered looking around before Umbridge gave him a shove into the tribute's panel.
"Hem hem, May I have your attention please. As I am sure you have all noticed, mister prince is not from here. This-is-correct. The Dark Lord wishes for tributes from the past and future as well to really entertain us. Isn't it splendid!" She started to smile at all of us as though she had given us all a treat.
"Let us commence."
He was sure he wouldn't be picked. He had only entered his name once whereas the Weasley's entered theirs in four times each.
"Cormac Mclaggen."
He felt his heart sink. He was picked. He sub-consciously lifted himself from his seat and walked as confidently as he could up to the panel and sat down. He knew Prince was studying him. Probably trying to see his weaknesses. Well two could play at that game…
(Hermione's POV)
This was awful. She had totally freaked out when they announced that age-consent but now. What if they got one of their parents? This was really going to destroy the time-line. What if this resulted in Ron or Harry to never be born? Knowing Voldermort that was his plans.
She held her breath as Umbridge picked up the piece of paper.
"Pansy Parkinson."
Pansy got up and walked up smirking as though it was a great honor. Well if she wanted to believe it on her own head be it.
"Minerva McGonagall."
Gasps filled the room though none louder than McGonagall's. Professor McGonagall! Didn't the games only get children!
Umbridge however gave an evil grin as a pretty 17 year old girl with red hair came in clutching a book. The girl squealed and dropped her book.
Hermione couldn't believe it. She could hear sobbing filling the room…..the girl was crying.
"I've been chosen haven't I?" She whispered as she went to the panel.
"Gildroy Lockhart."
A blond boy appeared clutching what looked like a broken nose as he joined the panel. Many people sniggered as they realized how pathetic their original hero was.
The ages were all different which meant all of them only knew the magic they had learnt in them years. Cormac and pansy were both 17 as was Minerva. However Lockhart was only 12.
Hermione's heart bled for him even though he was a fraud. He was a really easy victim. Nearby she felt Harry stiffen. This must be harder for him than her.
"Sirius Black."
She heard Harry scream as Umbridge laughed at his pain. Were they going to get Sirius from the past too?
In a flash he appeared in front of them in…pajamas (Plz tell me I spelt that right?). He looked really young clutching a toothbrush in his hand looking around confused at where he ended up. She saw many people mainly death eaters laughing at the little boy ahead that didn't even look ten (especially snape.)!
This was disgusting. They were going to torture Harry watching his 8-9 year old god father fight to his death. No nine year old would be able to live against 17 year olds!
From the panel Minerva went and took Sirius's hand and led him to the panel. You could tell she was fighting back tears both of them. (BY BOTH I MEANT BOTH MINEVAS- OLDER AND YOUNGER)
"Arthur Weasly."
(Ginny's POV)
No! That foul woman had not just said Arthur had she? Her father would be in this game at any age Voldermort chose. She hated this game. The victor wouldn't be a victor at all. They would just be….the last one who managed to stay alive. She looked up as she saw her 16 year old father walk in from what looked like a prefect meeting seeing how he was dressed. He walked to the panel with a grim face.
She realized with this game a lot of lives she held dear would be lost.
"Ted Lupin."
A boy with long dark blue hair came in with a butterbeer, his eyes wide with shock. Lupin? This had to be not from the past but from the future seeing as Tonks and Remus were already married.
"Hermione Granger."
Ginny held her breath praying it wasn't some past Hermione that played. She prayed it was future since Hermione would be better trained but since no incarnations came forth she saw Hermione get up. Ron looked shocked as she let go of his hand softly smiling at him.
Ginny couldn't hold it back any more. She let her tears flow. Poor Hermione. Upon reaching the stage Hermione gave Umbridge a glare and walked with determined strides to the panel. Umbridge looked as though Christmas had come early.
"Fleur Delacour."
Next to her Bill let out a growl as Fleur made her way up.
"No not you dear. Her." Pointing to the Fleur (who looked a lot younger) that had just appeared clutching her robes to herself.
Fleur let out a cry of despair and tried to get to the panel but Bill grabbed her.
"Abraxas Malfoy."
Ginny let out a sigh of relief. It was mean but she was glad it wasn't any one she knew this time. Lucius Malfoy however was sobbing on his wife's shoulder whispering, 'dad'. She felt pity. If a Malfoy was losing all his dignity then they must have been close.
Umbridge let out a cackle of laughter as she looked at the next name. She called to the guards Harry had around him.
"Restrain him. Harry Potter."
"Nooo!" she cried before she could stop herself but she needn't have worried. Around her people were sobbing on each other. Neville was punching the wall as Luna tried to calm him crying herself.
A nine year old Harry was onstage in clothes that were too big on him holding two toy soldiers. He was silently observing everything as Hermione went out and picked him up taking him with her to the panel.
All around her shouts of 'Not the boy who lived!' 'No not him outrageous', 'He's too young!' 'You can't do this." "You evil ******** toad!'
The last retort came from her mouth.
"Hey I volun-, "Harry had said before one of the trolls guarding him punched him in the stomach and he doubled over wheezing.
"SILENCIO! And now that order is restored let us commence."
Everyone was muttering under their breaths as another name was picked out.
"Narcissa Black."
A girl with long brown/blonde hair came across the stage with grace and examined every one with icy blue eyes. She was wearing a long dress and was surprisingly really, beautiful?
"Romilda Vane."
Ginny eyed the girl with disgust as she got up with long hasty strides as she got to the panel not meeting any one's eyes. Ginny felt a stirring of smugness inside her. This was for all that cow's schemes!
"Frankie Longbottom."
The air was once again tense. Did Umbridge read it wrong? As far as Ginny knew Neville's dad was called Frank. However it wasn't a boy that came forth.
It was a little girl holding her wand. She had dirty blond hair and brown eyes. From her ears were dangling…radishes.
Please this was not the daughter of who she thought she was…the couple glanced at each other and held each other as they stared at their daughter.
Then the girl's facial features changed and she stuck her tongue out at Umbridge and sat down in the panel. Ginny ticked her fingers, Prince, Mclaggen, Parkinson, Minerva…so all in all there were 15 tributes chosen.
Now there were nine more to choose. Her stomach twisted. This couldn't get any worse could it?
(Harry's POV)
How ironic was it that the games were named after him and what was worse was now his nine year old would be fighting to the death too. So many lives would be lost and all whilst him watching and not being able to do anything.
He wished he could just find an escape route for them. Maybe he could work on something at least….
"Miss Mrtyle."
Everyone started laughing and looking in anticipation to see in person the most humiliating ghost in Hogwarts. He looked too. No doubt this Mrtyle will be falling over him too. He didn't need that now they had had too many sticky times already.
She looked exactly as she had done in the toilet. She walked off in the other direction and fell of stage. Flustered by the look of it too. She flushed and ran up to the panel.
He wasn't too bothered about her. He meant she was already dead wasn't she.
"Viktor Krum."
None too soon the kinda handsome international quittitch player came forward from the crowd. He moved with dignity and never once wavered.
If that was him he would probably be running and well….
"Theodore Nott."
Harry was getting confused. Did Voldermort want to wipe out all the pure-blood families out? Nott looked about 16.
Harry had a weird feeling in his stomach that Voldermort wanted to get his Mum or Dad from the past to compete so that one of them is killed. That way Harry Potter would never have lived at all. Sick, he thought, completely sick.
"Remus Lupin."
A tall sturdy brown haired teenage boy (Thank god! Not another nine year old) holding a piece of paper and quill. He looked around, his mouth a perfect 'O' shape. As soon as he saw Sirius he took him of the lap of Minerva and sat him on his.
Typical Remus. Harry thought smirking.
"Severus Snape."
There were sharp intakes of breath. People were probably wondering why Voldermort chose his most trusted death eater to participate. Only he, Harry and a select few knew the answer to that question.
A greasy haired boy with a hooked nose, who looked older than Remus by one year made his way to the panel, unfortunately tripping on the way.
At least, Harry thought trying to think positively, Ginny hasn't been called yet.
"Albus Severus Potter."
Harry was confused as were the general gathering. He never knew he had a relative. And by the sounds of things his relative was named for both Hogwarts headmasters.
Something I'd defiantly do I If I get a kid, Harry thought squinting trying to get a look at his family member.
The Albus was the exact carbon copy of himself minus the scar! He looked up defiantly at Umbridge and went to sit with the blue haired lupin, did they know each other. If they did then…
EUREKA! This was no family member, well it was in a way. He was his son from the future since the Lupin kid was from the future.
It pained him that his son was in the games. He prayed that he didn't get any of Harry's saving people thing.
He, Harry had to do something. All of these people most of whom he loved were going to die in this bloodbath. There had to be a way of saving them. There just had-
"Fred and George Weasly."
His eyes lit up in fury. No way! Not the two harmless pranksters. Nearby Molly was sobbing on the older Arthur's shoulder whilst he was half-heartedly patting her.
They were wearing the exact clothes they had worn that Christmas in Hogwarts in his third year when they had given him the map.
"And now last but most certainly not least, Regulus Black."
Harry had always wanted to know what Regulus looked like in person and now, he thought bitterly, his wish had come true.
Regulus went to the panel briskly and grabbed Sirius from Remus and sat with him.
Geez, Sirius never told me Regulus was this over-protective!
"Thank you. Now you may all proceed to your rooms. Tomorrow we shall announce the mentors who have the lucky chance to train these tributes. Farewell and Happy Potter Games."
She cackled and vanished in a flash along with the other tributes.
"Reckon you'll make it out there for the first night."
"Nah, he'll probably die squealing just like his mud-blood mother."
Harry didn't even have the will power to shut them up.
Hey guys! What ya think? Plz review. This chapter took me two days to complete. Do you like my choice of tributes? I put nearly all my favs in it. Next chapter is the training. Plz review cuz they make my day!
Luv Miss Bella xxx