District 3 - Four - Divergent

District 4 - Percy, Annabeth - Percy Jackson

District 8 - Morgana Le Fay - Merlin

District 9 - The 10th Doctor - Doctor Who

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

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

The Feast - Part Two

The battle continued. Swords clashed, arrows were shot, and the tribute holograms flickered out and died, as well the tributes who represented them. The sky had turned completely black, and the only light came from the beams of light coming from the silver tribute disks on the ground. Four was back in the forest, running to safety: Percy was trying to get out of the Feast area with a newly damaged leg, and the Doctor couldn't stop staring ahead, where Rose's plate used to be.

And in the midst of this horrible battle, was Morgana. She pleasantly smiled at Harry.

"Harry," she marveled. "Let's take this somewhere a bit more safe, shall we?"

Before Harry could interject, Morgana snapped her fingers and they were outside the feast area, right next to the trees that separated the forest from the fight. They were safe, yet close enough to see the fight. Harry stared at her wide eyed-was this really the woman they him and Hermione had read so much about? The woman who helped kill her father-

Hermione.

He tried to run, but Morgana simply rolled her eyes, and made a tree branch rise out of the ground to trip him.

She shook her head, and returned to her calm state. "Harry. Another person born with the gift of magic. Oh how I do wish I could have met you without all this Games business."

Harry propped himself up with one elbow, and used his other hand to raise his wand. "What do you want, Morgana?" He spoke.

She smirked, "there's really no need for that Harry-" she said waving her hand, the wand flew out of his hand, and landed on the dark, overgrown grass. "We're on good terms...Now before I get into my proposals, I'd like to ask you something," Morgana began to pace back and forth slowly. "You, Harry, the only one to get a twelve on his training score. Most were lucky to get tens or nines but you-oh you did what no one else could. How did you do it, huh? I'd love to know."

Harry stared at her. "I got lucky, I guess." He said with a placid tone.

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In the middle of the Arena, Hermione was fighting to get her bag out of the cornucopia, grabbing the bag strings tight, she was about to apparate herself out of there. Until she realized Harry wasn't behind her.

"Harry?" Hermione belted. "HARRY!"

Her eyes searched for him, but he wasn't in the playing field, she quickly spun her head to the tribute lights. Harry's face was still up... He wasn't dead. Seeing this as a good sign, she decided to see if he was nearby in the woods, and ran there.

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"...You see, Harry. I have a proposition for you. If be ever so happy if you saw to it," Morgana smirked.

Harry quickly got up, and brushed the dirt off his pants. "What kind of proposition?"

Morgana grinned, "Two nights ago, I had a vision. I was told that you-of all people would aid me in becoming the future ruler of Camelot, by helping me win the Games-"

"Harry?" Hermione's voice called, she was a few yards away, running at her top speed."You almost gave me a bloody heart attack!"

Harry spun around, and saw Hermione running towards him. He grinned, very happy she hadn't been killed. Hermione threw her arms around his neck, and they hugged for a moment, happy both of them were alive.

Morgana went pale, as if seed seen a ghost. "You," her voice went down two octaves.

Hermione saw Morgana, and her face went pale. Ripping apart from each other, they were standing side by side.

"You're supposed to be dead-!"

Hermione pointed her wand, "Reducto!"

Morgana grimaced and waved her hand in front of her face, stopping the spell."Ignorant little peasant! You think your immature little wand spells can give you the advantage on me?! You-no, I saw you fall off that broom, I heard a large cracking sound-you...are supposed to be dead! Gone!"

"You...you threw me off the broom?" Hermione said.

"What do you think it was, the wind?! Merlin, is everybody in this Arena a moron?" Morgana fumed.

She took deep breaths, and stared at Hermione. "But now I have the upper hand. I know now that I'm destined to win. I know how I'm going to win. AND IT DOESN'T INVOLVE YOU!"

Morgana chanted a long string of words, and flexed her hands forward. Hermione braced herself for whatever would happen to her. Morgana pointed her fingers...and the spell flew. A large green crack was sounded. Hermione felt nothing; Was how some curses worked? She'd feel it in a second, but there was nothing. She cautiously opened her eyes, and found herself completely intact. She scanned herself for a moment to make sure-she wasn't dead, and she didn't appear to be harmed.

That's when she realized the horrible truth, Morgana didn't hit her.

She had hit Harry, who was now lying several feet away.

"Harry?" Her voice quaked. He wasn't dead...he couldn't be dead... Morgana needed him still, right?

"HARRY!" She screamed in hopes of him answering. She ran to his side, and pushed him over so she could see his face. He stirred, as his chest rose and fell full of breath.

Hermione felt rage, "you're sick... What did you do to him?!" She screamed at Morgana.

Morgana brushed a strand of her hair out of her eyes carelessly, and smiled widely. Not saying anything turned Hermione's rage into fear and dread. Something isn't right, Hermione thought.

Hermione lightly tapped his cheek, he wasn't opening his eyes. She groaned in frustration, and full-on slapped him. Harry's eyes opened. But that didn't mean they were exactly his. Instead of his normal green eyes, they were different. His green eyes were a neon color and luminescent. They glowed. His eyes stared into Hermione's, a chill ran up her spine. She backed away from him, not sure if it was Harry at all.

"What did you do?!" Hermione shrieked. She waited, but Morgana didn't answer. "I SAID WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"Harry," Morgana called. He cocked his head, and looked at her placidly. No emotion, no real sense of fear. Hermione whipped her head back and forth. What was going to happen? Morgana then waved her arm, and her green eyes glowed golden for a second as she magically returned the wand to Harry's hand. He silently took it.

Morgana opened her mouth to speak, and grinned at Hermione. "It's for the best, you understand. I just couldn't win with you in the way."

Hermione's eyes widened.

Morgana smiled with pleasure, because the greatest feeling in her opinion is when everything worked out for her. She lifted her eyes to Harry, and said lightly, "attack."

He ran to Hermione and began to do what Morgana asked: Attack.

Harry's fists pounded into Hermione's stomach; She fell on the ground, her wand tumbled out of her hand. With a hand wrapped around her torso, she tried to crawl to it. Harry kicked her away from it. Hermione gasped for breath, coughing and sputtering she tried to reason.

"Harry, stop it... This isn't you... look, It's me," she said, hot tears began to stream down her face.

"It's me. It's Hermione, your best friend, your 'Mione,"

"No, you're not," Harry said. It wasn't him, his voice sounded demonic. But how else can you sound when you've been brainwashed and posessed by a witch?

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. It was in this terrible moment of fear and terror, Hermione noticed something. She realized it like someone hit her with a brick. She realized that this was the dream she had only a few days ago. And it was real, and it was happening. She blinked, in hopes of waking up but no such thing occurred.

This was real.

Above her, stood Harry with a wand 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 Morgana can win, Hermione," Harry stated. A bit different from the dream, but still the same point.

"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 she would be gone.

"Yes you are!" Hermione shrieked back. "Listen to me! We can fix this...we can run away from Morgana, she's not going to help you! She will kill you when she's done with you! Don't do this!"

"Harry, just kill her already." Morgana instructed.

She turned to Hermione, "you really shouldn't say that. He doesn't know you, not anymore."

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, and Hermione moved no more.

And somewhere in the distance, and cannon boomed. With that, Hermione tribute light burned out. And the Arena grew darker. Morgana moved over to Hermione limb body, "here I thought she was the brightest of her age...what a waste!" She laughed. She looked at Harry who stood as still as a board looking down at Hermione.

"Come on now, Harry. We need to leave to let the Hovercrafts pick her up."

Harry nodded silently, and he followed Morgana while Hermione's body laid bleeding on the grass, as she held a bag that was labeled, District 9 3/4.