Hunger Games AU. Fem. Harry. (Cynthia). AU for both Universes.

The crown was heavy when President Dumbledore placed it on her head. A stupid golden monstrosity. But she won the games. Together with Cedric Diggory, the other tribute from their District. District 12. The District that handled the wild beasts and mystical creatures. The only District magical people were born into. But although they had an advantage with their magic, their tributes rarely won the games because they were killed nearly as soon as the games began.

Cedric and her were lucky and managed to stay together throughout the whole game - protecting each other. Playing the stupid lovestory the Capitol wanted to see.

In the end they had to try to kill themselves with poisonous berries until the gamemaker - Lucius Malfoy - made an end to it and declared them the winners. President Dumbledore made an end to him and let him eat the berries afterwards.

Cynthia took Cedrics hand into hers and together they went into the light and towards the jubilant crowd.

When Cedric finally placed the ring on her finger, it felt so wrong. The Capitol was cheering and President Dumbledore smiled wickedly. During the past six months she came to enjoy Cedrics presence and she liked him very much but it was no romantic love. At least on her part. Yet, Cynthia was a brilliant actor and no one ever suspected her to feel anything less than eternal love for her new husband. Not even Albus Dumbledore or their mentor Sirius Black.

Sweet Cedric gave her a heartfelt smile at the end of their ceremony and carried her out of the palace and into the carriage that was waiting for them in front of the gates. The crowd cheered and the cameras showed their happy, glowing faces all over Avalon.

The third Quarter Quell had ended with a catastrophe. Their second mentor - Minerva McGonagall - a truly fearsome witch - had sacrificed herself for Cedric and three other Tributs - Angelina Johnson, Viktor Krum and Arthur Weasley - an ingenious inventor.

Sirius had managed to get them out of the arena and transported them to the lost District 13.

Cynthia - who was already there and who had managed to evacuate half of her District before its destruction - waited anxiously for her friends and husband to arrive. She hoped that he was well and not too wounded. Their child needed a father after all. But he didn't know that yet because she only found out about her pregnancy after they left for the Capitol. But through all the hoping and worrying and trembling for his life, she still couldn't bring herself to love him like she should. And the guilt ate her up from inside because Cedric was so damn happy with her by his side.

The hovercraft landed and her husband was the first to leave it. Stumbling all the way towards her and pulling her into his arms.

"I missed you, Cynthia." The honest emotions in his voice made her cry.

She met him seven years after President Dumbledore's death by her hand. Oliver Wood was not only handsome and charming but also very caring and kind - a conduct she saw him displaying whenever he helped her care for the dragons or the other wild magical animals in their district.

They became fast friends and often met in between their duties and work.

He had a very special kind of humour and made not only her - but also her two children - laugh a lot. Cedric liked him, too, and invited Oliver over quite often.

After many months, Cynthia soon noticed her heart beating wildly, whenever he was close. His scent lingered in her nose even hours after he had already left and each day she hoped to see him again very soon. And, during one of their meetings, when a beautiful, stunning woman tried to flirt with him, she discovered for herself that she was hopelessly and completely in love with him. She cried heavily as soon as she was alone and her heart broke, knowing that she could never have him without hurting Cedric. Something she could never bring herself to do.

And when Oliver hugged her a bit longer whenever they met and when his lips softly kissed her cheek she knew that he felt the same.

Her tears have never been more bitter.