Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling or Mark Burnette, so don't sue me!
A/N: I am so sorry about the delay! I'm posting a shortened chapter so that I can actually post something. I've been really busy, and of course the sixth book came out!
Speaking of which, this story and StTt are now officially AU since the sixth book came out.
At the moment, I am inconveniently separated from the Internet, so I have only source of information on Peru, and my demo license on the program with that information runs out in two days, so this isn't going to be the most detailed chapter ever in terms of location. The Survivors are on the coast of Peru. I'm going to tell you this now, since the show is about to start. This is not going to be a very original Survivor. It's going to be very straightforward, and very reminiscent of season 1.
And I'm going to do as I promised. If you like Teen Titans and don't mind bad grammar, see RobinBirdWonder's fictions. She's a friend of mine with…interesting plots. She refuses to allow me to fix grammar and spelling, but it's good writing all the same.
As the sixteen Survivors were led to the beach where they would start, the pain in Harry's leg started to die down. He was calming down, and with it the pain lessened.
When the pain reduced to the point where he no longer had to concentrate to keep from crying out, Harry studied the other players. He spotted many strong-looking men and a few pretty girls, which according to Jessica was completely normal.
Those weren't the people he was drawn to, however. The person who caught his attention was the one who would seem the least likely. It was a young woman, probably barely older than Harry himself. She had mousy brown hair and glasses. She walked with her face turned to her feet and just had the feeling of an introverted person. Harry stared at her, trying to figure out why she was so fascinating.
Before he could reach a conclusion, they arrived. Jeff Probst was standing there in all his glory, a basket resting at his feet. His back was to the ocean, and there was a mist in the air.
"Welcome, Survivors!" he said, waving.
They lined up in front of him.
"For the next thirty-nine days," he said, "you will live on this coast. Every three days, you'll vote someone off. You will be separated into two teams, Pizarro and Atahualpo. Pizarro was the man who conquered Peru, and Atahualpa was the leader at the time. To chose the team you're on, you'll pick a buff out of the basket in front of me. If your buff is green, stand over there." He pointed to a large mat on his right. "If it's orange, stand there." He pointed to an identical mat on his left.
A woman at the far end of the line from Harry stepped up to the basket. She had deep red hair and glasses. She reached into the basket and pulled out a green buff. She stepped onto the mat on Jeff's right.
The next person in line was the woman Harry had noticed on the way there. She stepped nervously up to the basket and pulled out a buff. It was orange. She walked to the mat on Jeff's left.
Harry was second-to-last in line. Behind him was a woman with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He watched with growing nervousness as person after person chose their buff. It was comparable to being picked for teams in school, or to waiting for his turn with the Sorting Hat. Still, he told himself, this was nowhere near as important as the Sorting Hat had been, and really, there was no reason to be nervous. After all, it was just a game.
But he was nervous, and as his nervousness grew, so did a pain in his back. It was so small that for a while he didn't notice it, but as the line dwindled, a sharp pain hit the small of his back.
"Ouch!" he said. He said it quietly, and caught himself halfway through the word, but the woman behind him in line noticed and gave him a very strange look. Harry cursed himself for letting his emotions grow to that point, and for making a noise about the pain. Luckily, it didn't seem that anyone else had noticed.
Finally, it was Harry's turn. He walked up to the basket, ignoring any pains there might be anywhere in his body, reached in, and pulled out an orange buff. He stepped onto the mat on Jeff's left and looked at his new team. There were two men there who looked very young and strong, two women who were young and pretty, an older man, a middle-aged woman, and the girl Harry had seen on the trip here. He still didn't know why he attracted his attention so much.
Meanwhile, the girl behind Harry in line had picked the last buff out of the basket- green- and joined her team. Jeff turned around to face the newly formed teams.
"So, there you have it!" he said. "These are your new teams! You are team Pizarro," he said, pointing at the team with green buffs, "and you are team Atahualpa," he said, pointing at Harry's team. "Team Atahualpa, this is your campground." He handed Harry, the person closest to him, a rolled up piece of paper. "This is a map to your water supply. It's not purified, so you'll have to boil it." Then he handed the closest person on team Pizarro, an average looking girl with brown hair, another rolled up piece of paper. "Team Pizarro, your campground is a few miles from here. This is a map. You'll have to walk there. Your water supply also isn't purified, you'll have to boil it."
Jeff stepped away from them. "Good luck!" he called, then he got into a Jeep that had been waiting for him and rode off. Harry noticed that the cameras didn't follow the Jeep.
A/N: Alright, this chapter was supposed to be much longer (it was supposed to go until the first tribal council) but I haven't updated in awhile, so I posted it unfinished. The official "first episode" of Survivor: Peru will be the next chapter, I suppose.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
SammyStar: (Technically you reviewed the last chapter of StTt, but oh well.) Thank you! I always assumed with the Muggles seeing Hogwarts thing that there must be some sort of exception (when arranged by Dumbledore, of course) for Muggle parents. But you're entirely right, well spotted! As for Harry telling Christine about the prophecy… well, I didn't know it when I wrote it, but as it turns out, at that point he'd already told Ron and Hermione. I just thought that he might want to tell it to someone, and as Christine had already proved herself as a confidante, it might work out that way. But thank you for the insight.
Aevum: Thank you! Here's the (too short and too late) second chapter!
Violet Aiken: I haven't seen the movie 12 times, but I do adore it. I thought you'd appreciate the long-running Peru joke… As for the Bachelor, I plan on keeping Harry with Jessica, so that wouldn't work out too well. Thanks for the suggestion though.
sabrina: You have a manipulative alter-ego? Cool! Really, though, thank you for that suggestion. You've probably changed the entire plot of this story, since it was originally supposed to be in a completely different universe from StTt, but I loved the idea of Harry and Jessica being together. As for Big Brother, it's a possibility. I don't watch that show much, so it would be harder. (On a related note, people keep suggesting reality shows for me to use! It's becoming a trend…) Yes, they're a great couple.
Caffine Lightweight: I'd like to give you an extra-special shoutout, because your review reminded me to get off my butt and actually update. I'm delighted that you liked my story, and very glad that you understood it. I really hope you like this one.
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