Great feedback! (Gives a dismal sigh) I was way too overambitious. I know.
So I decided to update when I saw that I sort of got ½ way there.
Just for interest, here's a list of the main FG characters and which HP character is going to be their counterpart.
Jenny: Hermione (very obvious)
Tom: Harry (not so obvious, but it still fits!)
Julian: Malfoy (who else?)
Audrey: Parvati (your ultimate glam girl. The only hitch is she's not going to be Hermione's best friend. close enough, anyway)
Michel: Neville (there is a sort of resemblance, you know? P/N make a great couple!)
Dee: Lavender (not much resemblance there- but anyway.)
Zach: Ron (even less resemblance!)
Summer: Ginny (don't even EXPECT Zach/Summer romance!)
Also, I repeat. I only read the first chapter of "The Hunter" so I'm going to make up most of this first bit- (I tried to buy, except the bookstore sold out!)
The only stuff I know about what actually happened in the Game was in the second and third books- about Summer and Audrey's dream. So I'll make the rest up.
Oh well. you probably want the new chappie now.
~
2's Company, 3's a Crowd.
Chapter 2- The Dark Prince
~
The boy in black slowly turned around. He wore a black mask and a smirk.
Hermione felt someone place a protective arm around her. It was Harry. Hermione almost cried, guilt swamping her. "I'm sorry, Harry." She murmured, fighting back tears.
"Its not your fault, Mione." Harry whispered, keeping his eyes on the boy.
"So," the boy's voice was cold. "How do you enjoy the game so far?"
"What do you want?" Lavender demanded flatly.
"What do I want?" The boy laughed, his voice ringing in the white room.
Hermione shivered. "Where are we?"
"You're in the paper house." The boy said, in a 'shouldn't you know this?' tone.
Guilt flooded her again. "Oh.. Merlin. Harry-"
"Well, I'll talk you what I want. I want Hermione."
Everyone gaped. Harry stood up straight. "Well, you can't have her!"
"Is that so, Potter?" Sneered the boy.
"You know my name, who are YOU?" Harry said, his voice harsh.
"I'm the Dark Prince. Voldemort's heir."
"Voldemort's DEAD." Ginny said quietly.
"Shut up, Weasley. No one asked you."
"Don't speak to my sister like that you-" Ron glowered at the boy.
"YOU CAN'T HAVE HER!" Harry said, glowering, arm wrapped possessively around Hermione's waist. Hermione frowned. It hurt.
Guilt was swamping her unbearably now. Tears prickled her eyes. She remembered.
*Flashback*
"Now, Viktor. I don't want to hurt your little mudblood friend." Voldemort hissed. "You've got too much talent. Stand back. NOW."
"He's right," Hermione said firmly. "Please, Viktor. Let me die."
"Mione." Krum's expression was anguished.
"I love you a lot as well. If you love me, Krum. LIVE! Let me die!" Hermione stepped in front of him, giving Voldemort a challengingly look. "Well, KILL ME!"
"You asked for it, MUDBLOOD." Voldemort raised his wand.
"NO!" Krum said, enveloping Hermione in his arms. "I vill not let you do this!"
Slowly, Voldemort put down his wand. "I grow tired of this yatter. I will kill both of you."
Hermione dove for her wand. "Stupefy!" She cried, the same time Voldemort shouted his spell.
The spells met and ricocheted of at angles. Hermione gasped, flinging herself in front of Krum, but not fast enough. The green light nicked at his arm and Krum crumpled.
"Merlin. Viktor. Don't die!"
He managed a smile, "I won't die yet, Mione," he said slowly, as if speaking hurt. "The spell only got a bit of me.. I feel it spreading." He gasped.
She couldn't help but cry. "But. I loved you!"
"I loved you too- Mione." Krum said, before he closed his eyes forever.
~
*end of flashback*
~
She didn't want all her friends to die, just like Viktor. For a moment, she felt as if she still held Krum's dead, cold body.
Tears slid down her face. "Harry- let me go," she said softly.
Harry looked at her bewildered. "But."
"Merlin, Harry!" She buried her face into his shirt. "I don't want the same thing that happened to Krum to happen to you! PLEASE, Harry."
"Fine. We'll make a bargin," said the boy in his cruel, clear voice. "We'll play a game. If you win- you can all go. If you lose- I get to keep Hermione."
"Deal." Harry said, eyes hardening.
"Harry-" Hermione breathed.
"What's this game?" Harry demanded.
"This game," the boy said, "you have to place your worst nightmare into a room, working from bottom to top."
Harry nodded. "Sure. I'll go first."
A smirk grew on the boy's face. "Are you sure that is wise, Potter?"
Fear flickered in Harry's eyes for a moment, and then it vanished. He held onto Hermione firmly, giving a curt nod.
The boy smirked again and vanished.
Suddenly, they were all in a wet, filthy cell.
"Harry- where are we?" Parvati said, her voice annoyed.
Harry swallowed. "Don't panic, guys."
"Where are we?" Parvati repeated, this time, her voice was slightly verging hysterical.
A dark shadow clothed in a black cloak past. Terror swamped them.
"HARRY! WHERE ARE WE?" Parvati screamed.
Harry looked very pale. "Azkaban," he said in a trembly voice.
"Look. I refuse to believe these are real dementors," Hermione said, trying to be as reasonable as possible. "Besides, we didn't touch a port key or anything. These are probably just Boggarts."
"You have a happy nature," Harry said dryly.
They all crept to the prison door and waited until the next Dementor came along. "Ridikulous!" (Ugh! Don't even ask me about spelling!) Hermione said, flicking her wand.
That didn't work. The Dementor past it easily.
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry shouted. A silver stag erupted from the tip of his wand. It galloped through the prison bars and right through the Dementor, vanishing.
Hermione and Harry exchanged glances. "Guys- we have a problem here," Hermione whispered.
~
"Think happy," Harry said loudly. "We need to keep sane. We are innocent, so the Dementors shouldn't be able to get us."
They were all huddled in groups. Hermione snuggled in Harry's arms. "Do you know what I was thinking about when I did the spell?" Harry murmured in her ear. "Our first kiss."
Hermione blushed.
"Look. We have to get out of our cell." Hermione said, "that's easy for me- I'm a Animagus." She could transform into an owl at will. "However, for you, I think we'll have to Transfigure you guys."
"You can do human transfiguration?" Parvati demanded. "That's hard! We're meant to learn it in 7th year- and we haven't even started 6th year!"
"Parv, that's not the point," Neville said impatiently. "The point is, Hermione's going to change us into animals."
One by one, Hermione transfigured her friends into animals. Parvati turned into a sleek Persian cat, Lavender turned into a miniature panther, Ginny turned into a cute Scottish terrier, Ron turned into a German Shepard, Harry turned into a small, green-eyed lion, while Neville turned into a mongrel dog.
Parvati-the-Persian gave Hermione a glare for being so mean to her boyfriend, mewing indignantly, before slinking to Neville to give him a reassuring rub.
Hermione grinned, transforming into an owl. She hooted, ruffling her feathers, before flying easily through the bars.
The others followed her suit.
Once out, Hermione transfigured them all back to their usual selves. Harry looked around. "Oh damn."
"What?" Hermione asked.
"This whole bloody place is a maze!"
"You are joking," Ron said flatly. "That would be unfair!"
Hermione changed, and then flew above the tops of the bars. She hit some kind of barrier, but looked managed to look down. What Harry said was true. It WAS a maze. Dementors were everywhere.
"Harry's right," she said grimly. "This is a maze."
"Great. Just to complicate things." Ron said in exasperation.
"Let's go," Ginny said, "its better to get it over and done with."
"Have you noticed that all the bloody cells are identical?" Ron asked bitterly.
"I'll leave a magical mark," Hermione said, whispering an incantation. Her wand spat out red paint, which stained the ground. "Come on."
They walked along the cells, wands ready, and faces tense. None of them talked. It was too serious to fool with.
Shortly, a whole group of Dementors glided in front of them.
The waves of terror began. Hermione noticed beads of sweat rolling down Harry's face and that his eyes were dilated. She tugged him, but he couldn't move.
"Run," he whispered through chattering lips, his wand raised. "STUPEFY!" He shouted shakily.
The spell hit the Dementor. It froze for a moment.
"RUN!" Harry shouted.
They ran, but the Dementors were trailing them.
"We have to split," Ron muttered, heading another direction.
Fearfully, the others followed his suit, all heading different directions.
Hermione ran. Her legs feeling tired and rubbery.
The Dementor was behind her. She could feel it. She couldn't afford to stop and catch her breath.
RUNRUNRUNRUN. Her mind chanted.
Blindly, she ran.
Suddenly, she stumbled, falling into someone's arms.
"Harry?" She stuttered.
It wasn't Harry. He smelt different- a pine sort of smell.
The person who caught her was clothed in black- he smelt dangerous, like a predator, but headily so. Hermione had no choice but to crumple in his arms.
"Hermione.." The person said huskily.
Hermione recognised the voice, which in previous years had taunted her and tormented her. She raised her head shakily. "Malfoy?"
"Congratulations. I never knew you were that smart," Malfoy said, his tone appreciative.
Hermione's mind stuttered and stopped. "You- you want."
"I want you, Granger. Is that so hard to believe?" Malfoy said casually.
"From others, no, but for you." Hermione found it hard to phrase words. Her head felt pleasantly light. She wanted to collapse in his arms.
"You want it too," Malfoy said his voice seductive. "I can see it. I'm a Prince- you can be my Princess. We can rule this world together."
"Malfoy. I'm a mudblood." Hermione emphasised the word. "Remember?"
A smirk appeared on his sensual lips. "Sure, you're a mudblood, but a pretty damn gorgeous one!"
Hermione didn't know what to say, but a little voice in her mind whispered: HARRY.
Quickly, she stood up. "Trust me, Malfoy. I wouldn't want to be near you with a ten foot pole," she said in disgust.
"Hmm? Is that so?" Malfoy whispered, leaning close to her. "I know you want it as well, Hermione."
"Go away, you little ferret!" Hermione said in an aggravated tone, pushing him away.
"Make me," Malfoy whispered. He held her close and kissed her.
"Merlin, Malfoy. DON'T YOU GET IT? You- Me. Cannot Be. It even rhymes! Piss off!" Hermione shoved him away, pushing past him and starting to run off.
"You can run, you can hide, but you can't escape my love!" Malfoy sang.
"Damn you, Malfoy!" Hermione hissed as he began singing. Why did he have to be so aggravatingly handsome?
She could still hear his voice as it faded away, but she didn't stop running. She was so deep in thought that she ran straight into Harry.
"Merlin! That hurt!" Harry said, clutching his shoulder. "Mione!"
"Harry." Hermione began to cry.
"What happened?" Harry asked, his voice concerned.
"That BASTARD. M-" Hermione found she couldn't say his name. All she could say was M. She tried hard, but she ended up having a coughing fit.
"Gosh. Are you all right?" Sliding a finger under her chin, he tilted her head up. "This place is horrible- its probably making you feel sick."
Hermione nodded, wheezing.
"Ginny thinks she's found the way out," Harry said, "come on."
They followed the red blots to where the others were standing.
"I think this is it." Ginny said, voice hushed, a hand on the handle.
Slowly, she opened the door. There was another room.
"Why aren't we out yet?" Neville asked in confusion.
A piece of paper fluttered on the floor. Frowning, Harry picked it up.
"The game is not over- there's 6 more to go. Who will be next?" Harry read off the paper.
"I'll go next," Hermione raised her hand. "I dragged all of you guys into this.. I should be the one suffering."
"Stop blaming yourself, Hermione!" Ron said exasperatedly. "Its not your fault that this game was hexed."
"Exactly, Mione," Harry gave her an assuring look.
"Then it is decided." Hermione said loudly. "It's my turn."
A staggering wave swept them. Instantly, they were surrounded by blackness...
~
That's a cliffie!!!!!
I know, I'm a hypocrite. When I review, I tell them off for being so mean and leaving a cliffie, but hey! Its fun to write!
So, what Hermione's worst nightmare is, I'll leave for you guys to um, find out next chapter. Please, please, please review!!!!
So, I guess things are all cleared up now! (blows kisses) I love you all 4 reviewing!!!!
Wev~*
Just for interest, here's a list of the main FG characters and which HP character is going to be their counterpart.
Jenny: Hermione (very obvious)
Tom: Harry (not so obvious, but it still fits!)
Julian: Malfoy (who else?)
Audrey: Parvati (your ultimate glam girl. The only hitch is she's not going to be Hermione's best friend. close enough, anyway)
Michel: Neville (there is a sort of resemblance, you know? P/N make a great couple!)
Dee: Lavender (not much resemblance there- but anyway.)
Zach: Ron (even less resemblance!)
Summer: Ginny (don't even EXPECT Zach/Summer romance!)
Also, I repeat. I only read the first chapter of "The Hunter" so I'm going to make up most of this first bit- (I tried to buy, except the bookstore sold out!)
The only stuff I know about what actually happened in the Game was in the second and third books- about Summer and Audrey's dream. So I'll make the rest up.
Oh well. you probably want the new chappie now.
~
2's Company, 3's a Crowd.
Chapter 2- The Dark Prince
~
The boy in black slowly turned around. He wore a black mask and a smirk.
Hermione felt someone place a protective arm around her. It was Harry. Hermione almost cried, guilt swamping her. "I'm sorry, Harry." She murmured, fighting back tears.
"Its not your fault, Mione." Harry whispered, keeping his eyes on the boy.
"So," the boy's voice was cold. "How do you enjoy the game so far?"
"What do you want?" Lavender demanded flatly.
"What do I want?" The boy laughed, his voice ringing in the white room.
Hermione shivered. "Where are we?"
"You're in the paper house." The boy said, in a 'shouldn't you know this?' tone.
Guilt flooded her again. "Oh.. Merlin. Harry-"
"Well, I'll talk you what I want. I want Hermione."
Everyone gaped. Harry stood up straight. "Well, you can't have her!"
"Is that so, Potter?" Sneered the boy.
"You know my name, who are YOU?" Harry said, his voice harsh.
"I'm the Dark Prince. Voldemort's heir."
"Voldemort's DEAD." Ginny said quietly.
"Shut up, Weasley. No one asked you."
"Don't speak to my sister like that you-" Ron glowered at the boy.
"YOU CAN'T HAVE HER!" Harry said, glowering, arm wrapped possessively around Hermione's waist. Hermione frowned. It hurt.
Guilt was swamping her unbearably now. Tears prickled her eyes. She remembered.
*Flashback*
"Now, Viktor. I don't want to hurt your little mudblood friend." Voldemort hissed. "You've got too much talent. Stand back. NOW."
"He's right," Hermione said firmly. "Please, Viktor. Let me die."
"Mione." Krum's expression was anguished.
"I love you a lot as well. If you love me, Krum. LIVE! Let me die!" Hermione stepped in front of him, giving Voldemort a challengingly look. "Well, KILL ME!"
"You asked for it, MUDBLOOD." Voldemort raised his wand.
"NO!" Krum said, enveloping Hermione in his arms. "I vill not let you do this!"
Slowly, Voldemort put down his wand. "I grow tired of this yatter. I will kill both of you."
Hermione dove for her wand. "Stupefy!" She cried, the same time Voldemort shouted his spell.
The spells met and ricocheted of at angles. Hermione gasped, flinging herself in front of Krum, but not fast enough. The green light nicked at his arm and Krum crumpled.
"Merlin. Viktor. Don't die!"
He managed a smile, "I won't die yet, Mione," he said slowly, as if speaking hurt. "The spell only got a bit of me.. I feel it spreading." He gasped.
She couldn't help but cry. "But. I loved you!"
"I loved you too- Mione." Krum said, before he closed his eyes forever.
~
*end of flashback*
~
She didn't want all her friends to die, just like Viktor. For a moment, she felt as if she still held Krum's dead, cold body.
Tears slid down her face. "Harry- let me go," she said softly.
Harry looked at her bewildered. "But."
"Merlin, Harry!" She buried her face into his shirt. "I don't want the same thing that happened to Krum to happen to you! PLEASE, Harry."
"Fine. We'll make a bargin," said the boy in his cruel, clear voice. "We'll play a game. If you win- you can all go. If you lose- I get to keep Hermione."
"Deal." Harry said, eyes hardening.
"Harry-" Hermione breathed.
"What's this game?" Harry demanded.
"This game," the boy said, "you have to place your worst nightmare into a room, working from bottom to top."
Harry nodded. "Sure. I'll go first."
A smirk grew on the boy's face. "Are you sure that is wise, Potter?"
Fear flickered in Harry's eyes for a moment, and then it vanished. He held onto Hermione firmly, giving a curt nod.
The boy smirked again and vanished.
Suddenly, they were all in a wet, filthy cell.
"Harry- where are we?" Parvati said, her voice annoyed.
Harry swallowed. "Don't panic, guys."
"Where are we?" Parvati repeated, this time, her voice was slightly verging hysterical.
A dark shadow clothed in a black cloak past. Terror swamped them.
"HARRY! WHERE ARE WE?" Parvati screamed.
Harry looked very pale. "Azkaban," he said in a trembly voice.
"Look. I refuse to believe these are real dementors," Hermione said, trying to be as reasonable as possible. "Besides, we didn't touch a port key or anything. These are probably just Boggarts."
"You have a happy nature," Harry said dryly.
They all crept to the prison door and waited until the next Dementor came along. "Ridikulous!" (Ugh! Don't even ask me about spelling!) Hermione said, flicking her wand.
That didn't work. The Dementor past it easily.
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry shouted. A silver stag erupted from the tip of his wand. It galloped through the prison bars and right through the Dementor, vanishing.
Hermione and Harry exchanged glances. "Guys- we have a problem here," Hermione whispered.
~
"Think happy," Harry said loudly. "We need to keep sane. We are innocent, so the Dementors shouldn't be able to get us."
They were all huddled in groups. Hermione snuggled in Harry's arms. "Do you know what I was thinking about when I did the spell?" Harry murmured in her ear. "Our first kiss."
Hermione blushed.
"Look. We have to get out of our cell." Hermione said, "that's easy for me- I'm a Animagus." She could transform into an owl at will. "However, for you, I think we'll have to Transfigure you guys."
"You can do human transfiguration?" Parvati demanded. "That's hard! We're meant to learn it in 7th year- and we haven't even started 6th year!"
"Parv, that's not the point," Neville said impatiently. "The point is, Hermione's going to change us into animals."
One by one, Hermione transfigured her friends into animals. Parvati turned into a sleek Persian cat, Lavender turned into a miniature panther, Ginny turned into a cute Scottish terrier, Ron turned into a German Shepard, Harry turned into a small, green-eyed lion, while Neville turned into a mongrel dog.
Parvati-the-Persian gave Hermione a glare for being so mean to her boyfriend, mewing indignantly, before slinking to Neville to give him a reassuring rub.
Hermione grinned, transforming into an owl. She hooted, ruffling her feathers, before flying easily through the bars.
The others followed her suit.
Once out, Hermione transfigured them all back to their usual selves. Harry looked around. "Oh damn."
"What?" Hermione asked.
"This whole bloody place is a maze!"
"You are joking," Ron said flatly. "That would be unfair!"
Hermione changed, and then flew above the tops of the bars. She hit some kind of barrier, but looked managed to look down. What Harry said was true. It WAS a maze. Dementors were everywhere.
"Harry's right," she said grimly. "This is a maze."
"Great. Just to complicate things." Ron said in exasperation.
"Let's go," Ginny said, "its better to get it over and done with."
"Have you noticed that all the bloody cells are identical?" Ron asked bitterly.
"I'll leave a magical mark," Hermione said, whispering an incantation. Her wand spat out red paint, which stained the ground. "Come on."
They walked along the cells, wands ready, and faces tense. None of them talked. It was too serious to fool with.
Shortly, a whole group of Dementors glided in front of them.
The waves of terror began. Hermione noticed beads of sweat rolling down Harry's face and that his eyes were dilated. She tugged him, but he couldn't move.
"Run," he whispered through chattering lips, his wand raised. "STUPEFY!" He shouted shakily.
The spell hit the Dementor. It froze for a moment.
"RUN!" Harry shouted.
They ran, but the Dementors were trailing them.
"We have to split," Ron muttered, heading another direction.
Fearfully, the others followed his suit, all heading different directions.
Hermione ran. Her legs feeling tired and rubbery.
The Dementor was behind her. She could feel it. She couldn't afford to stop and catch her breath.
RUNRUNRUNRUN. Her mind chanted.
Blindly, she ran.
Suddenly, she stumbled, falling into someone's arms.
"Harry?" She stuttered.
It wasn't Harry. He smelt different- a pine sort of smell.
The person who caught her was clothed in black- he smelt dangerous, like a predator, but headily so. Hermione had no choice but to crumple in his arms.
"Hermione.." The person said huskily.
Hermione recognised the voice, which in previous years had taunted her and tormented her. She raised her head shakily. "Malfoy?"
"Congratulations. I never knew you were that smart," Malfoy said, his tone appreciative.
Hermione's mind stuttered and stopped. "You- you want."
"I want you, Granger. Is that so hard to believe?" Malfoy said casually.
"From others, no, but for you." Hermione found it hard to phrase words. Her head felt pleasantly light. She wanted to collapse in his arms.
"You want it too," Malfoy said his voice seductive. "I can see it. I'm a Prince- you can be my Princess. We can rule this world together."
"Malfoy. I'm a mudblood." Hermione emphasised the word. "Remember?"
A smirk appeared on his sensual lips. "Sure, you're a mudblood, but a pretty damn gorgeous one!"
Hermione didn't know what to say, but a little voice in her mind whispered: HARRY.
Quickly, she stood up. "Trust me, Malfoy. I wouldn't want to be near you with a ten foot pole," she said in disgust.
"Hmm? Is that so?" Malfoy whispered, leaning close to her. "I know you want it as well, Hermione."
"Go away, you little ferret!" Hermione said in an aggravated tone, pushing him away.
"Make me," Malfoy whispered. He held her close and kissed her.
"Merlin, Malfoy. DON'T YOU GET IT? You- Me. Cannot Be. It even rhymes! Piss off!" Hermione shoved him away, pushing past him and starting to run off.
"You can run, you can hide, but you can't escape my love!" Malfoy sang.
"Damn you, Malfoy!" Hermione hissed as he began singing. Why did he have to be so aggravatingly handsome?
She could still hear his voice as it faded away, but she didn't stop running. She was so deep in thought that she ran straight into Harry.
"Merlin! That hurt!" Harry said, clutching his shoulder. "Mione!"
"Harry." Hermione began to cry.
"What happened?" Harry asked, his voice concerned.
"That BASTARD. M-" Hermione found she couldn't say his name. All she could say was M. She tried hard, but she ended up having a coughing fit.
"Gosh. Are you all right?" Sliding a finger under her chin, he tilted her head up. "This place is horrible- its probably making you feel sick."
Hermione nodded, wheezing.
"Ginny thinks she's found the way out," Harry said, "come on."
They followed the red blots to where the others were standing.
"I think this is it." Ginny said, voice hushed, a hand on the handle.
Slowly, she opened the door. There was another room.
"Why aren't we out yet?" Neville asked in confusion.
A piece of paper fluttered on the floor. Frowning, Harry picked it up.
"The game is not over- there's 6 more to go. Who will be next?" Harry read off the paper.
"I'll go next," Hermione raised her hand. "I dragged all of you guys into this.. I should be the one suffering."
"Stop blaming yourself, Hermione!" Ron said exasperatedly. "Its not your fault that this game was hexed."
"Exactly, Mione," Harry gave her an assuring look.
"Then it is decided." Hermione said loudly. "It's my turn."
A staggering wave swept them. Instantly, they were surrounded by blackness...
~
That's a cliffie!!!!!
I know, I'm a hypocrite. When I review, I tell them off for being so mean and leaving a cliffie, but hey! Its fun to write!
So, what Hermione's worst nightmare is, I'll leave for you guys to um, find out next chapter. Please, please, please review!!!!
So, I guess things are all cleared up now! (blows kisses) I love you all 4 reviewing!!!!
Wev~*