Dimensional {Harry Potter/Hunger Games}

Chapter 4 (Hunger Games)

It was now nearing the end of day ten, and nothing had happened to Liv. In her mind she knew it was extremely strange that she hadn't had any toxic gas or Capitol engineered mutts thrown at her; she hadn't even seen another tribute since day one at the cornucopia bloodbath. She had begun to feel her sanity start to slip away from her on day seven and she felt herself being slowly driven mad by the never ending adrenaline rush of the games. Every minute she had been here, she was on high alert and it was completely draining. She would find herself slipping into a light sleep, but every time she would jump awake at the sound of the wind, causing another burst of pure nervous energy.

The now sickeningly familiar sound of a tribute cannon broke Liv from her thoughts and as she marked yet again another death down on her igloo wall, she realized that she was now part of the final three. Her mouth parted in disbelief, she had never left her igloo for all this time, yet here she was in the final three. She wasn't sure what to think of her situation, it didn't make any sense at all. The gamemakers never picked favorites among those in the games and they certainly never allowed someone to emerge a victor unscathed. Well, Liv wasn't entirely unscathed, her fingers and toes were almost completely frostbitten, but compared to every other victor and participant she was getting off quite easy.

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    Meanwhile in the gamemaker's headquarters, everyone was kind of frantic. They had lost track of the female District 10 tribute during day one. She had been nothing special neither in training, nor during interviews so no one had seen her as a threat. Even so, they had tried multiple times to find her through both her tracker and running her out of wherever she was with mutts, gases and even uncontrollable fires. None of their attempts had been successful and they were now down to the final three. If they didn't find her soon, they couldn't be sure who the official victor was; if she turned to be dead, then one of the tributes from either 3 or 7 would be crowned the victor once they began their planned fight to the death, if she was alive then it would be a completely different game. It had been planned that the gamemakers would drive 3 and 7 towards each other when the time came, but with everyone distracted with finding the missing girl from 10, they had neglected their plan. The two tributes had run into each other and had begun to fight.  Before anyone could do anything, the male from 3 had decapitated the male from 7, which left them with quite the dilemma. The District 3 tribute looked quite proud, as he expected to be crowned victor right then and there, and the head gamemaker was about to give up and just give him the win, when suddenly, one of the intern gamemakers, Seneca Crane, exclaimed,

    "I've found her!"

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    Liv had heard the cannon of another fallen tribute, leaving her to be a part of the final two, and she stepped out of her igloo and back into the freezing winds. A snowstorm had picked up and was nearly blowing her off her feet. She looked around the flat, white terrain that she hadn't seen in the past ten days after she hunkered down in her igloo. Although she didn't want to fight the last tribute standing, she desperately wanted out of the arena, dead or alive. Her sanity was fleeting her and her mind felt mushy from the lack of sleep and overhaul of nervous energy that coursed through her body at every cannon and howl of the wind. Her paranoia was getting the best of her and she couldn't think straight. Pulling her navy backpack, her only source of survival, over her shoulders and checking to make sure her knife was within reach she began to leave her home.

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    The feeling of relief rippled through the entire gamemaking room and there was even laughs of joy that echoed in the clinical room. Multiple people gave the young Crane slaps of the back and claps on the shoulder for finding their lost tribute. In that moment, they were distracted from the fact that the tribute from District 3's core body temperature was quickly plummeting to the point of hypothermia.

    "Send the mutts after her," the head gamemaker commanded. "We can't let her get off this easy."

    The rest of the group nodded and returned to their stations. They identified Liv's location and released the beasts.

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Liv had no idea what was coming. She knew that whatever cover from the gamemakers she had from the igloo was now gone and here she was trying to brave the storm. The wind continued to howl past her ears, its voice was deafening. A screech sounded from behind her and Liv just dismissed it as the wind until the screech filled her ears again and this time it was definitely closer. She whipped around, knife now in a reverse grip, and came face to face with multiple white, long-haired beasts that could only have been engineered by the Capitol. There were three and they reminded Liv of a creature she had read about while in the wizarding world. Yetis, that's what the creatures were, but as they came closer she found she didn't remember Hagrid saying anything about yetis having human colored eyes. The one in the center had warm amber brown eyes, much like those of Theodore Nott whom she had met at Hogwarts, but her brain supplied the fact that they belonged to her mentor, Cognac. The one to his left had almost black eyes that were unknown to her and the one to his right had sea blue eyes that were tinged with an assortment of greens. Those eyes made Liv freeze in terror because they were so familiar and like a computer her mind placed the handsome face of the man in the audience to the shocking irises of the yeti. That mental picture dissipated as the monsters took their first step in their attack, muscles tense, and a loud noise echoed through the entire arena; it was a horrid sound that Liv had never thought she would find any relief nor comfort in. It was the sound of the final cannon. The cannon that signaled the death of a tribute and her survival.

    Liv let out a sigh of pure relief and fell to her knees, her cheeks soon damp with tears. Many people believed that she was crying tears of joy—and she was—but she was truly mourning the twenty-three deaths of innocent children that had led to her getting out alive. The genetically engineered beasts retreated into the arena as a Capitol hovercraft appeared in the sky above Liv's head and people were lowered into the ice cold arena to extract their newest victor. Just as she got her feet under her after being hauled into the craft, more hands were placed on her; pulling her backpack from her shoulders and yanking the snow suit off of her body. Liv felt so exposed without her suit and it sent a shiver up her spine. Noticing this, one of the medical workers aboard the ship called out for the heat to be turned on and soon Liv could feel the tension that had remained in her body for all the days she had been in the tundra leave her body before she fell into a whirlpool of darkness.