The Deathly Hallows Games

by MARechter

After the battle of Hogwarts and after the children of the Golden Trio grew up, what happens next? It's the 20th annual Hunger Games, and witches and wizards have been participating for the past 20 years. Little do they know what trouble will stir when Genevieve Puckett is pulled as a tribute from District 8.

11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

The Hunger Games Were Fast Approaching

We made our way from the underground train station to some sort of building. Blye and I were separated, going off to two different sections of the building. I noticed that Briar had somehow gotten to the building before us. He smiled over at me before he led me to down the hall and towards a door. I glanced over my shoulder to see Blye's stylist lead him to another room.

"Here we are," Briar said, opening the door. He gestured towards the small room. It was brightly lit, a metal table was in the middle and a few women were standing together, waiting for something. I guess I was that something. "Hop up; they're just going to do a few things," Briar told me, giving me a reassuring smile.

I didn't want to be examined, because that's exactly what it felt like they were going to do. I slowly sat down on the table, almost hissing as the cold metal touched my skin. I sat there, wondering what they had in mind. Briar stepped away as a few women started to come in front of me, holding a clipboard. They walked around the table checking things off on their clipboard and jotting down a few notes. I wasn't sure what exactly it was that they were doing, I just knew that I felt like a fish inside of a fish bowl. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. When I mentioned this, the ladies shot each other glances, as if unsure of how to respond. I guess they had never thought of the tributes having feelings towards how they were treated. I shrugged slightly before they started to look at my nails and one of the girls started to check my blood pressure. "I'm pretty sure I'm in fine health," I told them, trying not to roll my eyes. The girl looked up at me before noting my blood pressure on her chart. "Just making sure, the Gamemakers want to know everything about their tributes."

Of course they did. I looked up at Briar who just shrugged, "It's standard procedure," He murmured. "After this we'll have the opening ceremony and then the interviews."

I nodded, looking around as the girls busily moved around the room. The opening ceremony was a big deal; I remember seeing people from our District on the tv as they moved around on chariots. That would be Blye and me in only a few hours. I felt a sense of dread as I realized this; the Hunger Games were fast approaching.