Harry Potter Hunger Games

Game

*The Fallen*

Gregory Goyle- District 10- 18 years old.

Day 9

"Today we're here for an exclusive interview with the famous reporter Rita Skeeta. This is exciting folks! Rita has been all a round the districts and I'm sure can offer a wonderful insight to us."

"Thank you Ludo." The woman brandished a Cheshire smile, tapping her long black nails against her clipboard. She wore a plum purple jacket and thick white makeup, paired with obnoxious gold jewellery. Acid green eyelashes fluttered against stylish black cat-eye glasses, and her look was complete with her white hair swept into a tidy updo. She glanced at the camera.

"We've lost a lot of our favourites this week. But we've still got so much to hope for. Nine promising young tributes remain, and I'm here today to give you reason to root for each of them." The screen behind her flashed an image of Draco and Pansy paralleled, both dressed in their training suits with serious, ruthless expressions aimed at the camera. The number '1' and the Capitol official emblem were positioned above their heads.

"Our luxury tributes." Bagman chuckled. "I wouldn't want to cross either of them in the arena. Which makes it a wonder how their next interaction is going to pan out. Draco's closing in. Pansy's running fast. But their encounter is certain. Stay tuned to find out about are favourite luxury tribute's life back home! And keep up to date with The Hun-gerrrr Games on channel 5 to discover what happens next!"

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Draco washed the thick blood off his clothes and switched into a fresh jumpsuit. He had free reign of the cornucopia, but Pansy was his top priority. So he took the high road, wandering deep in the forest, trailing her movements. Stumbling across the male tribute from district 10 was just a happy accident. At least, that's what he told himself. The more kills, the better, right? The Capitol people loved a bloody source of entertainment.

Pansy was smarter than he'd given her credit for. She left no footprints, or scraps from a fire. She didn't have a single weapon when she left, so Draco assumed she would make one. But there was no splinters of wood, or rocks tinged with tree sap from the crafting. If she had received any sponsorship, she was carrying the parachute with her. The only reason Draco knew he was going in the right way at all was the subtle disasters popping up whenever he had to make a decision of which way to turn. They lead him deeper into the darkness, gnarled branches and sinister creatures beckoning him in. The crowd was hungry for an encounter, and the gamemakers dutifully obliged.

Draco didn't think about killing her as he hunted. As far as happy places went, he mind was pretty bare. But he eventually landed on one comforting memory; his mother. Her only wish had always been his happiness. She even dropped sly hints that she wouldn't be disappointed if he didn't volunteer in the upcoming weeks to the games. But imagining that scenario now would do no good. He was here. He was living it.

He had no other choice than to kill.

***

"Dinner's up." Ron used a knife to carefully section off the turkey they had swiped, giving more than half of his portion to Hermione. He loved food, but she clearly needed it more. Her features were pinched and her cheeks were hollow. Dark bags hung under her eyes and she was unnaturally boney. She'd obviously had a much harder time then the other three during the games.

Hermione was an interesting person to have around. She knew a lot of things about medicine, since her father was a healer in district 3, which helped with slowly easing Harry back into the world of functioning limbs after his collision with the tree. She also helped Ron properly clean his arm womb, which had been worsening since the bloodbath until Hermione came along with her fresh bandages and medical know-how.

While she was useful in some ways, she was a mystery in others. She almost never spoke, and spent her time mulling around camp and doing perimeter checks. She had been very surprised to learn that the mutt had been the first sign of trouble the group had faced.

"So, Hermione, what's it like back at 3?" Ron spoke cautiously, half not expecting her to reply.

"Monotonous." She bit into her next item of meat.

"Okay...where do you work?" He tried again.

"I work at a Collective Media HQ. It's boring." Short, choppy answers.

"I work at the lumber mill. With my brothers. Although they do a lot more hours than me. Next year I'll have more." He volunteered.

"Cool."

Ron sighed, shifting around the fire. Harry was still barely walking, so Ginny and he were in the cave eating. He was alone with Hermione, a virtual zombie at this point.

"You aren't planning to stay, are you?" Ron whispered. He could feel the defensive nature in her demeanour. She was not going to open up to them. She did not want to be friends. Darkly, Hermione cast her eyes towards the fire.

"I can't."

Ron smiled sadly. Because as much as he wanted to help her, there could only be one victor. Even staying with Harry forever wasn't the smartest.

"I know. It's okay." She looked at him, tears welling in her eyes.

"I don't want to be alone again. But there's only eight, maybe nine of us left. I have to leave soon. Or else I-

"Leave now. While the others aren't here. It'll be easier." He cut her off softly, resenting every word. She nodded solemnly. Standing methodically, Hermione mounted her pack, scanning the area one last time.

"Tell them I said goodbye."

"I will. And Hermione-

A booming voice in the distance cut him off. Both tributes looked up at the projected image of Stan Shunpike in the sky.

"Attention tributes. We have an announcement. Attention tributes, we have an announcement."

Harry and Ginny quickly join them outside, Harry limping to a stop.

"What's going on?"

"Attention tributes. We have a great announcement. The games are coming to a close. Only eight of you remain! So, for one lucky tribute, we are offering a special reward." The tributes held their breath.

"The first tribute to arrive at the cornucopia will receive a special magical item."