Harry Potter Hunger Games

Reaping Day

*All HG elements of this story belong to Suzanne Collins and all HP elements belong to Jk Rowling. I own only the plot.*

District 2: (Masonry and Defence) Vincent Crabbe & Angelina Johnson

Volunteers were never a shortage in District 2. This year it had been no different. On the present reaping day, it was 15 boys and girls lined up on stage, all begging for a spot in the games. The district escort collected each person's name slip and placed them gingerly in one of two bowls, depending on gender. Then, after the initial Capitol appreciation speech, the reaping commenced.

Angelina was ecstatic when her name was reaped. She practically skipped to the stage in joy. And relief. At 18 years old, it was the last reaping she was eligible for. If she wasn't picked from the bowl of volunteers today, her life's purpose would have been wasted.

The deal was made sweeter by the year she had been reaped. 150. The fifth Hallow in Hunger Games history. This event guaranteed an unusual games, as the Hallows were usually the bloodiest and most interesting. They were enhanced under President Riddle's command by an outlying factor. Sometimes it was additional tributes, or a more chaotic arena. No doubt they would go all out for this year, but it still hadn't been announced exactly what the Hallow factor would be.

After Angelina, the male tribute was selected. District 2's exotic looking escort took his sweet time in pulling the name, savouring his screen time. It was true- and suffocatingly annoying- that in the richer districts escorts always flaunted themselves on stage, acting as if they might be the most prevalent people on stage, even over the tributes. Angelina curled her finger's into a fist. The time would come to satiate her bloodlust, and this wasn't it.

Finally, he called:

"Vincent Crabbe." Oh, good. It never hurt to have a muscle packed career as your ally. Even as a career herself, Angelina knew Crabbe would be valuable. Well, you know, until she had to slit his throat. But she'd cross that bridge when it came to it.

District 4: (Fishing) Penelope Clearwater & Cedric Diggory

Fear flooded through Cedric as his name was called. He actually had to remind himself that he volunteered. This is what I signed up for. He told himself. This is what I want.

His father was seated among the crowd, a megawatt grin on his aging features. Amos gave a thumbs-up in Cedric's direct, hooting cheers as his boy walked towards the stage.

"That's my boy!"

His district partner, Penelope Clearwater, had already made it to the stage. She flashed him a winning smile as he took his place next to her, flicking the brown tresses framing her face behind her ear contently. Penelope was pretty in a girl-next-door kind of way, but she certainly didn't look like a Victor. Even her clothes; a washed out yellow sundress and ankle high ebony boots, looked much more like they belonged in a catwalk than on a stage awaiting a journey to the arena.

Cedric tried to match her demeanour, surprising himself as an almost real smile adorned his features. He could do this. He wanted this. Cedric Diggory was going shower his District in pride so soon as he won the games.

"Your District 4 tributes- everyone!"

District 5: (Power) Cormac Mclaggen & Marietta Edgecomb