Harry Potter Hunger Games

Run

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Draco ripped four spare knives from his back pockets sending them in an orderly pattern towards Harry. He used his size to his advantage, ducking and manoeuvring the identical blades. When Draco had exhausted his throwing knives, Harry stepped to offence. He used his nimble sword to slice Draco's arm, leg, abdomen, but he couldn't land a good blow. Draco was too quick, and quickly rising to a new way of attack.

Draco unsheathed a long golden dagger from his belt. The knife was razor sharp, with a lavish leather handle and ancient carvings alongside the blade. This was no games issue weapon. Draco obviously had some pretty dedicated sponsorship to achieve a weapon like that so late in the game.

Harry backed up to reassess the situation. Above, noises of machinery firing and shrills screams could be heard. Luna bit her nails in anticipation. Worst case scenario, Green could escape without them. But they needed Harry. His scar alone made him the most valuable tribute in the arena. Without him, she knew the entire rebels plan would unravel.

Harry and Draco were locked in fierce battle. Draco was on the offence now, but Harry's sword skills came in handy here. With a longer distance weapon, he was able to both defend himself and apply pressure on Draco. While Draco was focused on a forward strike, Harry managed to flip his weapon and send the butt Draco's way. He stumbled backwards, fresh blood dripping down his face and turning watery in a mixture of sweat and rain.

"I'll end you, Potter!" But it was an empty threat, because the odds were in Harry's favour. He had the better weapon, and a stronger reason to destroy Draco. Draco was fighting for himself. Harry was fighting for hope.

Harry slashed like a god now, ultimately disarming his enemy. Draco's golden knife went flying, an ugly red gash blossoming on his wrist. He cried out in agony, but it was silenced by yet another blow. Harry rammed his handle into the career's face, finally shoving him to the ground. He advanced quickly, putting a firm knee on Draco's chest to hold down the squirming tribute.

"I'm getting on that dragon." Harry spoke firmly, anger edging in his voice. "I'll do you a favour. You're at the mercy of your beloved Captiol now."

Harry shoved Draco back down and raced off into the wind with Luna. At that moment, green was hovering just above the ground. There was a surface scratch on his right side, but ultimately he looked unscathed. He tilted his head sideways at Luna while Ron and Hermione lowered a makeshift rope.

"That's right Green. It's time."

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The tributes took to the sky on the wayward beast, clutching for dear life on the scales. The dragon didn't seem to mind; he was having the time of his life.

Green was soaring upwards at such a speed, Hermione was sure just colliding would be enough to demolish the force field. But when it came time, green was quick to release a cascade of toxic fire. The sound of Capitol defence was growing closer, hovercrafts and air defence was dipping through the rain and smoke into sight.

"Surrender now, escapees!" Boomed a voice in the distance. Stan Shunpike, the Hunger Games offical announcer, used the Captiol's last defensive blow; fear. "And there will be no punishment."

Everyone knew what they were risking here. Agonising torture, excecution. But the promise of freedom was too sweet. The dragon did not turn around. No one surrendered.

Hot flames finally burned through the invisible barrier, shattering it in a mess of glasslike hexagons falling to the ground. Green notched up speed, escaping into the fresh air.

The tributes were arranged so that Harry was holding on to Ron, and Ron was holding on to Ginny. Hermione was in front of them, and Luna was at the reins. Marietta Edgecomb was at the hid, which made it difficult for Hermione to keep an eye on her. She was the only tribute Hermione didn't trust 100%. But she wanted escape just as much as Hermione did. She shouldn't be too problematic.