The Hogwarts Games

---INTRODUCTION---

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

A very loud alarm clock goes off in a darkened room. A very loud alarm.

"Shut up, would you?"

A man's arm reaches out from under the blankets and picks up a thin piece of wood sitting on the table.

"Silencio!" the man says, pointing his wand at the clock. "Bloody stupid muggle technology."

The alarm that was blaring loud fell suddenly silent and the man rises.

He was an average looking man, but with brown hair and hazel eyes, a slightly hooked nose, a mouth nearly always frowning or yelling at someone, he was a very intimidating man.

"This is the Head of the Department of Magical Creatures Relocation and Rehabilitation Department, Bruce Scoftcher," he began speaking to a shining, silver colored short haired dog that had jumped in through the window and padded silently over to him. "Are my trip arrangements planned?"

"Yes sir," The dog replied, in the voice of his female secretary, Ms. Rachel Wagner. "Your arrangement is all prepared and you leave by floo powder to... why, what kind of place is called Panem?"

"I don't know, Rachel. Apparently some bloody hippogriffs are rampaging around that area and killing the young 'uns."

"That's... that's... that's 'orrible! Who, in their right minds would breed 'ippogriffs around there? Well, who ever 'e is, 'e ought to be 'anged."

"Now now, no need to be hasty! So, I leave in two hours?" Bruce asked, hastily buttoning up his shirt and tying his tie.

"That's right sir. Two 'ours. Oh, and bring me back a rock for a paperweight? My last one's 'orribly light. Afternoon!"

Her chipper voice fades and so does the shimmering silver dog.

"Panem..." he mutters. "Hm." then he lifts his wand once more and-

"Expecto patronum!" a small bear bursts forth, shining just like the dog from Rachel. He told it to tell Rachel Wagner that he was ready to leave. The bear then lumbers over to the window and then vanishes from sight.

Sipping coffee and preparing to walk outside, Bruce was still muttering.

Who could have known that this trip to the far off Panem would turn the entire wizarding world on its head? Not Bruce, striding hurriedly away and still mumbling something about how Ms. Wagner's last paperweight works just fine.

And especially not a little girl, sound asleep, dreaming about going to her sixth year at Hogwarts soon, her new wand, 10 inches, light, springy, yew, containing one unicorn tail hair on her bedside table, books in her trunk, her cat on her bed, sleeping as well, her flame red hair fluttering with each inhale she took.

Who is this girl, so quiet, so peaceful, so serene, so ignorant? This girl was none other than Lilly Potter, daughter to Harry and Ginny Potter.

And her whole life is about to come crashing down around her ears. All because of a game.