This is the new revised edition of the Tributes. This one only shows the Tributes that are still alive:

District 1 - Peter - The Chronicles of Narnia

District 2 - Thorin, Galadriel - The Hobbit

District 3 - Four, Tris - Divergent

District 4 - Percy, Annabeth - Percy Jackson

District 5 - Kendra, Seth - Fablehaven

District 6 - ALL DEAD - The Maze Runner

District 7 - Èowyen - The Lord of the Rings

District 8 - Arthur Pendragon, Morgana Le Fay - Merlin

District 9 - The 10th Doctor, Rose - Doctor Who

District 9 3/4 - Harry Potter, Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

District 10 - ALL DEAD - Twilight

District 11 - Kirk - Star Trek

District 12 - Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark - The Hunger Games

Chapter 4 - A New Day: Hermione

Hermione was on the ground panting for breath, her nails were covered in dirt and her face was scarred and bruised. And now instead of frizzy hair, it looked more like a rat's nest.

Above her, stood Harry with a wand shaking in his hands. He was prepared to kill her at any expense.

"Harry... Please...Don't do this..." She didn't want to resort to begging-In fact, it was the last thing she wanted to do, but she felt so helpless she had to.

"Only one can go home, Hermione," Harry stated. It was true, and she knew it, but Hermione thought if she was going to die, it would be at the expense of another tribute.

"Harry, listen to yourself! You're bewitched! There's no other explanation!" Hermione blubbered out. There was no doubt in Hermione's mind that the camera's would be getting every minute.

"I'M NOT BEWITCHED!" Harry shouted it so loudly, he almost sounded insane. No-He was insane. Harry would never say anything like this to her, no matter how mad he was. Yet here he was, with a wand in hand, he only had to mutter the words...And he could go home.

"Yes you are!" Hermione shrieked back.

Harry had lost it-No more was there a loving light in his green eyes-No more was he Harry. He was gone.

A flash of green light spurt out of his wand, Hermione's eyes rolled into the back of her head.

xxx

"Harry!" Hermione jolted awake.

Hermione kicked herself, 'stupid!' She thought, yelling gave away her location. She looked at her hands-Confirmed. She was shaking, and hard. She tried to clear her mind, she needed water. She searched for her water bottle inside her sleeping bag. Her hands clutched the small silver bottle. Thirstily, she drank. Water ran down her chin. She was so... thirsty. Why was she so thirsty?

'How long have I been asleep?' Hermione thought.

Looking at the sky, the sun couldn't have been up for no longer than a few hours, but that was too long. Hermione had to go, the father she got away from the different tributes, the better.

Hermione looked into her bag for anything she could find helpful. She digged for a while feeling for something-anything to help in the Games.

Her hands stopped as she heard a crinkle from the small beaded bag. Cautiously, she pulled out a bag containing pieces of dried fruit and a small packet of crackers. Hermione let out a sigh. It was more a laugh really-She had food. That on its own was a big relief to her. Carefully, she ate a dried apple slice. She savored every bite, food was scarce. After eating a breakfast of water, dried fruit, and one small cracker, she knew she had to leave. She packed up her things and jumped off the tree branch, hitting the ground with a large, thud.

Hermione got her bearings in order: Find Harry, survive, find food. Hermione, as smart as she was, didn't like the fact she was alone. He was the only person she knew in the Games. Well, then there was another person she met in the training center. Her name was Galadriel. Hermione secretly watched her from afar and really respected her. She had come from a far away land, in a fandom that was still popular today even though her books were written a long time ago. Maybe, just maybe, she would consider an alliance.

While keeping an open eye out for her best friend, she also knew that the biggest thing was to find food. Hermione's boots cracked under dry twigs. She looked into the trees. Sunlight was barely coming through shinning golden rays. The air was scented with wildflowers. Birds with brown heads and golden tipped wings sang beautiful songs. Nearby, she heard a stream.

'Stay focused,' Hermione told herself. 'You are still in an arena where people seek you dead.' She knew this was all an illusion. The beauty of the woods. It was dangerous, not to mention the fact that most of the tributes wanted her dead personally. She had gotten an 11 on her training score. Harry even got a 12, meaning the both of them really did outshine the other stronger tributes. They would be dead for sure.

Hermione edged closer to the stream. After looking for any other tributes she saw the coast was clear. Reluctantly, she searched for berries or some kind of leaf. She was so thankful she payed attention in Herbology class to know poisonous, from non poisonous. She almost cried for joy when she found a familiar berry known as raspberries. She plucked one off the bush. She examined it for a while before she deemed it good to eat.

Hesitantly, she gave a small taste to the berry. She smiled, it was definitely a raspberry. Hermione popped one into her mouth, it tasted juicy and sweet. She begin to eat one after the other. She loved the taste of raspberries. It reminded her of the jam they served during breakfast at the great hall, and again when she helped her mother can and preserve it into jam...

Her mind returned to the time Hermione was six years old. It was in the late afternoon and she could still smell the sugar and raspberries. Her mother's brown hair was pulled back into a sloppy bun so not to infer with the jam. Hermione carefully watched as her mother finished the last batch of preserves. The jam was a golden red that sparkled in sunlight. Hermione tried to make out the image of her mother at that time. She was a lot younger-Her hair was long again and she wore a maroon lipstick that made her look classy for a mother. Hermione missed her muggle parents more than she cared to tell. When she was with them at the Justice Building, she wished she could have had more time with them than a few mere minutes. That could possibly be her last time she talked with her parents.

The last time... She thought.

Hermione snapped out of it. She picked some more berries and carefully wrapped them in a large leaf, before placing it in her small beaded bag. Hermione needed to move on.

Hermione began to walk through the foliage again, but stopped dead when she heard a rustle in the bushes. She wasted no time to whip out her wand. What was strange about the black wand was it felt so funny in her hands, it obviously wasn't hers by any means.

"Show yourself," Hermione ordered. In her mind, she thought it would come out shaky, but to her pleasure, she sounded quite strong.

She tried to make out what she saw in the trees but what she saw wasn't logical.

It was... Voldemort?

Her hand quaked, and he saw it. He saw her hand, he knew she was afraid of him.

'Stupid hands,' she thought. They gave away too much.

Voldemort lifted a pale hand indicating his yew wand. His appearance was horrid: A black cloak that hung lightly on his pale skin, red eyes, a slit nose, and worse of all, a smile. His smile was in no way for good intentions. It gave her chills.

Hermione used her good senses, Voldemort wasn't a tribute, and Gamemakers can't put other people into the Games, so what was he doing here? He shouldn't be here, he wasn't here. Something must have taken his form.

Polyjuice? No that's stupid, he doesn't have hair...Animagus? Even more so, those were animals. Wait... Was this a Boggart? Hermione thought. It made perfect sense.

"Hermione," beckoned Voldemort.

He knows my name... Relax...Relax...

"You will lose everything and everyone you hold dear." Voldemort said in a nasty voice.

What was that charm Lupin taught in our 3rd year? Think Hermione... Think... Oh no, he has a wand. Think!

"Avada-"

"Reducto!"

The Boggart fell backwards.

Hermione didn't cause it to happen. She almost dropped her wand.

She turned around, looking for anything that could have caused it. Nothing. She saw absolutely nothing. "Hello?" Hermione's voice cracked. She held her wand, her knuckles were turning white.

She saw movement to her right, her head thrashed to see the figure.

She saw a shimmer of a cloak and then Harry's face. Harry's face was covered in dirt and his jet black hair was even more messy than usual. "Hermione! You alright?" He asked.

"H...Ha...Harry?" Hermione's voice croaked.

Boggart Voldemort got up, "you shall pay for that!" He cried.

"Riddikulus!" Hermione cried pointing her black wand at the creature. It was a spurt of genius that she remembered so quickly.

Voldemort turned into a sad clown. Harry and Hermione chuckled at his sorry sight and the once scary Boggart ran off.

"The idea of these Games are Riddikulus!" Hermione shouted. She had no emotions for her actions, she totally thought it was true. Harry laughed.

Hermione remembered that now, she wasn't alone; she had Harry.

"Harry!" She cried throwing her arms around him. She was so glad to see her best friend.

Harry laughed, "hi, Hermione!" He said joyfully.

Hermione pulled away, "how did you get the invisibility cloak?" She asked looking to his hands. In one, a light brown wand, in the other, his fathers cloak and a flying broom.

"You wouldn't believe what they've got in that Cornucopia," Harry said.

"You even got a broom?" Hermione asked. She was full of questions. "How?"

"Dumb luck," he said. "And of course using the jelly legs jinx to get it." Harry grinned mischievously.

Hermione punched his arm playfully.

xxx

It was official: Harry and Hermione were an alliance. Hermione couldn't be happier of course. She forgot how much she loved not being alone. She had experienced loneliness enough for a lifetime.

Of course, while she was with Harry, thoughts became jumbled and strayed to her dream about Harry lifting the wand, saying the unforgivable words, and then a flash of green light.

She chose to forget about it.

Harry and Hermione made conversation about how to find shelter, food, and when it came down to it, killing the other tributes. As much as Hermione didn't want to admit it, she had to kill to get out. That is, if she was lucky enough to get out.

"Harry?" Hermione asked as the sun was setting.

"Yeah?" Harry asked in his light British accent.

"Both of us can't go home...It's perfect logic that if one of us does go home, it won't be the same. What can we do?"

Harry paused. His feet stopped, all Hermione could hear was his breath. It was freaking her out, he needed to answer, at the same time though, she almost didn't want to hear the answer.

Harry took a deep breath. "I don't know," he said. "I suppose we could try to forget, but that will be impossible so I can't say." Harry sucked in air. "After all we've been through, I didn't think it'd be whatever these Games are that killed me."

Harry shifted his weight before moving again.

Hermione stayed behind him. "you won't die Harry, " she said. "You're a great wizard, you know."

Harry stopped and looked start into Hermione eyes, he just looked at her for what seemed to be the longest time. It must have been at least six seconds, but it seemed to last for forever. Harry opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but nothing came out. A smile crept up onto his lips, "thanks, 'Mione." Harry finally said. It was a sad nickname she got when they were little. She hated for the longest time and remembered all the times she stomped her foot and said, "It's Hermione! Not 'Mione! Honestly...!"

She had come to love the term, it reminded her of happier days.

She smiled back to him, she walked forward and took the lead. Harry followed.

And as the narrator of this chapter, I could solemnly swear, Harry seemed to float.

Author's Note: If you didn't notice, tomorrow is the seventh of November.
Translation: It's the ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE FANDOM GAMES!
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