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Chapter Six

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Hippogriff Tribe

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Ginny

We arrived at the challenge several minutes later to find a huge obstacle course set up. George was standing on top of a large wooden platform that was set up as the beginning of the obstacle course. We started to go through the trees to where a brown mat with a picture of a Hippogriff on it was set up on the ground, but one of the guys with a box on his shoulder stopped us.

"Wait until George calls your tribe's name," he said, holding out an arm to stop Harry from walking past him. "It's just part of the editing." That of course made no sense to us whatsoever, but soon enough we could walk through.

"The Hippogriff tribe," George said, holding his hand out toward us. The camera- that's what that black box was called!- guy moved his arm and let Harry through. We marched in single file as we had been instructed just seconds before. Harry was carrying a flag that was identical to the map we were standing on (except smaller). This flag was at our campsite and one of the camera guys had told us to bring it. It was hard to pretend the camera people weren't there when they were giving us instructions all day long.

"The Dragon tribe," George continued, holding his hand out in the other direction as the Dragon Tribe filed onto their blue mat with a fancy dragon scribbled onto it. Draco strode in proudly carrying their flag.

The producers of the show apparently had a tough time deciding on what colors to make our flags. This was because many of the pretty colors of the world had been taken up by the colors of our schoolhouses, and since there were members from almost every house on each tribe, they couldn't choose one of those colors to be the tribe's color.

"Welcome to your first immunity challenge," George said loudly, standing with his hands on his hips on the wooden platform. "In this challenge you will have to do several things. Every time you reach a new section of this challenge, you will leave one tribe member behind. In the first section you must climb up this rope ladder onto this platform. Then you must go across the rope bridge by holding onto the rope above you and walking across. Then you'll leave one member behind before you take three wooden planks and lay them across the platforms to build bridges for yourselves to walk across. Once you reach the other side, you will jump down and leave a member behind. In the third section you have to run through a short maze and leave another tribe member behind. In the fifth section, you have to complete a puzzle. In the sixth section, complete a word search containing five names of teachers at your school. In the seventh section, you must untie the knot that holds the zip line to the wooden pole, and in the eighth section the last tribe mate will zip down the zip line and reach the end of the challenge where they will raise the flag of their tribe." George finished by taking a deep breath.

"What?" Pansy said blankly.

"Uh, could you repeat that?" Neville asked timidly.

After George finished explaining the challenge again about fifty times, he told us to make up and order in which people will be left behind and then made us get ready.

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Narrator

"Survivors ready," George said, raising one hand. "Go!" he switched hands and the survivors ran to the rope ladder and pulled themselves up angrily and hastily. As much as most of them liked to complain that they didn't want to be on the show, they sure seemed to want to win this challenge.

The Hippogriff tribe was off to a big start. The last person on their tribe, Neville, was getting across the rope bridge when there were still Dragon members climbing their rope ladder. This was due mainly to the fact that Lavender had gotten her foot stuck in one of the holes in the rope ladder and had gotten very angry at it. Finally her ankle sprang loose and the tribe hurried across the rope bridge.

They were gaining on the Hippogriffs, who had left Neville behind.

"The Dragon tribe is catching up after their slow start!" George announced, walking along the sidelines of the challenge, observing and providing a bad attempt at a witty commentary.

The Dragons left behind Lavender at the second platform, and then reached the end of the plank bridges- now just one step behind the Hippogriffs- and continued on without Padma. By the time they finished the maze and started on the puzzle, only Draco, Hermione, Cho, and Ron were left and they were slipping ahead of the Hippogriffs.

"No! You're wrong, Ernie!" Ginny shouted angrily at Ernie Macmillan, yanking a large puzzle piece out of his hand. "This piece goes here! I promise!" he wasn't listening.

"Do you want to win this or not?" Ernie spat back angrily.

Ginny sighed, frustrated. Ernie grabbed back the puzzle piece. A few minutes later, while Draco was zipping down the Dragon zip line, the Hippogriffs realized that Ginny was right and they should have put the puzzle piece where she had said originally to put it. But it was too late.

"And the Dragons win the first immunity challenge!" George cried as Draco sent the Dragon flag shooting upward. "Dragon tribe: I'd like to present you with this," he picked up a wooden statue of a Dragon and a Hippogriff starting to fly upwards and handed it to Draco. "And to the Hippogriffs, I'll se you tonight at tribal council. In the meantime you have to decide on a member to vote out. It'll be a hard decision, but it has to be done." George feigned a pitiful expression, but it was obviously a fake one for the cameras.

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Dragon Tribe

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Draco

I was so proud of myself all the way back to camp. The winning of the challenge was clearly all thanks to me. After all, I was last, and if it wasn't for my wonderful ziplining techniques and flag raising skills, this challenge surely would have been won by the stupid Hippogriffs. I clutched the immunity idol as George had referred to it as closer to my chest. Oh, how wonderful it was to be a winner!

In the meantime, I had been thinking hard about whom I wanted to have the alliance with. Who I wanted my one and only alliance to be with. It was a tough and regretful decision, but unfortunately, it had to be done.

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Ron

I realized as we got back to camp that it was about time I started making some alliances. After all, practically everyone on my tribe was probably in this game with someone else.

Everyone began to build the shelter. About halfway through, I realized that Dean and Seamus were missing and I spotted them a little ways down the beach, talking to each other. Then it occurred to me that they were obviously in an alliance together. They were great friends with me back at Hogwarts, so why shouldn't I make an alliance with them? We soon finished building the shelter and I quickly walked over to them.

"Hey Ron," Dean said, attempting to sound casual. "We were just talking about the weather. Nice day, isn't it? Very dark. But pretty. Nice sunset-" Dean was bad at lying.

"You're a bad liar," I said.

Dean looked slightly embarrassed and stared at his trainers.

"Anyway, I know you guys are in an alliance with each other," I replied. "I was wondering if I could make an alliance with you two. I mean, we're great buddies back at Hogwarts... So it kind of would make sense... Don't you think?" I was now praying inwardly and crazily that they would agree to my plan. Otherwise I wouldn't know who on earth to turn to. Hermione would be an obvious decision but it would probably be too obvious, and besides, I had a feeling that Hermione had other tricks up her sleeve.

"I'm liking this idea of yours," Dean responded, glancing at Seamus.

"Agreed," Seamus replied.

We shook on it.

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Hermione

It was now or never. I had to confront him at some point. I don't even know why it was him that came to my mind first, but he just seemed like someone that no one would expect me to make an alliance with. But he'd probably say no. I mean, why would he want to make an alliance with the bushy-haired mudblood called Hermione Granger? I mean, that's what he thinks of me as. The point is, he'd most likely say no, so I was wasting my time thinking about it.

I glanced over at him. He was sitting alone at the edge of the shelter, which was a bunch of logs tied together with a slanted roof made of palm leaves. He looked like he was thinking. He glanced up at me and then looked down. Then he got up and started walking towards me.

Oh, what the hell! I'm guaranteed another three days on this stupid island anyway before the next tribal council, I may as well just ask him!

"Draco, I wanted to ask you something," I said nervously.

He looked as though he was about to say something else and then he closed his mouth. He opened it again and said, "What is it?" I licked my lips. This was more stressful than it sounds.

"Do you want to make an alliance with me?" I said practically robotically because I was trying so hard not to slur everything into one word.

"Funny you should say such a thing, Granger," Draco said. "I was about to ask you that myself." He rubbed his pointed chin.

"So, that's a yes?" I asked hopefully.

He nodded.

"Let me tell you one thing, though, Malfoy," I said, leaning forward and shifting my weight. "I'm only making one real alliance in this whole game. The rest are total shitbags. The one real one happens to be this one, so you better take it seriously or I'll never vote for you in the final tribal council if you're one of the final two." I said this seriously, hoping to get it into Malfoy's dumb blond head.

"Got it, Granger," he replied seriously. We shook on it and somehow I believed him.

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Hippogriff Tribe

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Neville

As we made our way to Tribal Council, I started thinking about who I wanted to vote off. There was no one in particular who was really bothering me, or who seemed like a weak link in this game. I was thinking so hard that I didn't notice that Ernie was standing so closely in front of me. I tripped and bumped into him before falling flat on my face.

"Watch it, Longbottom," was all he could say rudely.

Okay, I know who I'm voting for.

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Ginny

Who should I vote for? Who? Who? Who? Why did this have to be so damn stressful? God, if I had known this decision part of the game was going to be such a tough one, I might never have signed up for this in the first place!

I looked up at Pansy and Ernie, flirting insanely. You can't just flirt with someone like that and not be in an alliance with them. Fine. If Pansy was cheating us, I was going to cheat her! She gets my vote tonight!

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Harry

Unlike most of the people in my tribe, I had my vote set from the beginning. I knew exactly who I wanted off first and they were getting my vote tonight.

We sat down on two wooden benches that had been set up in the Tribal Council area. The area had been set up to look like- well, I have no idea what it was supposed to look like. The walls were covered in flags of all the different Hogwarts houses. There was a big pit in the middle, full of crackling fire, and off to the side I saw eight long poles with little cups on the top of them.

"Come over here to grab your torches, guys," George told us, appearing next to the long poles with cups on the end.

We each grabbed one and dunked it in the fire as George instructed us to do so. Then we put them in little slots he told us to stick them into and sat back down again.

"Okay, so, Ginny," he said abruptly, sitting down on a little stump a few feet away from our benches. Ginny look startled that George had called her name. "You've been out here for only a day, and you've had to do so much. What's it been like for you?" He asked her curiously.

"Umm... Well, like, it's been tough, but it's been fun, too," she replied honestly.

George nodded and then turned to me. "Harry, you all obviously know each other already because you went to school together. Do you think that has played a part in anyone's vote tonight?" George asked me.

"Uh... Probably...?" I answered. I wasn't quite sure what I was supposed to say, but it probably did have something to do with one person or another's vote tonight. I wouldn't be surprised if Pansy were to write down a Gryffindor's name on that parchment.

"Um, okay!" George said, looking slightly confused. "Well, one by one you all are going to go down that path," George pointed to a path opposite the one we took to enter the tribal council area, "where you will find slips of parchment, a basket, a quill, and a bottle of ink. You will write down the name of who you want to vote off, hold it up, and say a brief explanation as to why you want to vote for this person. Then you'll fold the piece of parchment and place it in the basket." George glanced at us and we nodded. "Okay, Pansy, you're up first." He pointed at Pansy and she got up confidently and walked down the path.

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Pansy

I knew exactly who I was voting for. I dipped the quill in the inkbottle and wrote in my best handwriting Neville Longbottom. I held up the slip of parchment and spoke to the camera that was pointing its ugly nose in my face.

"I'm voting for you, Neville, because I know that you're a useless part of this team and you have no right to be here," I said. Then I folded it and placed it into the basket. It was more of a wooden container with a lid.

I turned on my heel and walked proudly back to the benches.

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Luna

"I'm voting for you because you've been a huge jerk to me the whole time I've been here, and you really piss me off. You don't deserve to be here!" I shouted at the camera because I was so angry at the person whose name I had written down. Who's name was it? You'll just have to find out.

I was the last person to cast their vote, so when I sat down on the bench George said, "I'll go tally the votes." Whatever that means. He walked down the path and returned a few minutes later with the container thing. We had sat in silence. We were all so nervous. Every one of us was a victim.

"Once the votes are read, the decision is final. The person will be asked to leave the Tribal Council area immediately," George told us. He took the lid off the container and took out the first piece of parchment. He opened it up and showed us the first tribe member to have a vote against them. "Pansy." He read. The second one came out. "Ernie. That's one vote Pansy, one vote Ernie." The next two said, "Neville. That's two votes Neville, one vote Pansy, one vote Ernie." The next one came out. "Ernie." The next. "Pansy. That's two votes Neville, two votes Pansy, two votes Ernie." The next one, "Ernie.

And finally it was the last vote. If it was Neville or Pansy, there would be a tie. If it was Ernie, he was gone.

"The first contestant on Survivor: Wizards to be voted off," George said solemnly. IT WAS ERNIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "Ernie.

"Damn!" he cursed, slapping his thigh angrily. He picked up his things, and stuck his torch in the slot in front of George. George took a cup-like thing and stuck it over the flame to snuff it.

"Ernie, the tribe has spoken," George said objectively.

Ernie stomped off down the path and disappeared into the darkness. I don't think he really was much of a loss.

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A/N: To the few people who read this: Did you like it? Are you happy with Ernie being the one voted off? I am! He was annoying! Please review! Thanks a million! And if anyone has any cool ideas, feel free to tell me. You can email me, review about them, or IM me. My screen name is: c A n a DA x eH

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