Lovers Of A Lifetime

A Complicated Devastation

Hermione's P.O.V

I walked into the breakfast cart to see Gale and Effie talking to a man I knew all too well. His long, white beard, his golden robes, his eyes shining with joy. He was clearly important. And he was clearly here to see me.

"Ah, Miss Granger! There you are. I was just wandering where yiu were, and you walked in at the right time! I was just about to leave," he spoke, and although Effie and Gale had no clue who this man was, they knew he was important. The man himself strode over to me, and stopped to sit down in a large armchair across near where I was stood.

I hesitantly sat down across from him, and desperately tried to think why he was here.

"What brings you here, Professor?" I asked, looking for a sign that I was dreaming.

How could anyone from the Wizarding world know where I was?

Then again, this was Dumbledore in front of me.

"Well, Miss Granger, it appears you have landed yourself in a spot of bother. I have decided to have a few words with your President Snow, and asked if I could have a private moment with you," he leaned closer to me, so that only I heard him now.

"You see, I have brought some presents for you. They are waiting for you back in your room."

With that, he winked at me and walked away, exiting the cart.

I looked at the curious faces of Gale and Effie, and stood to return to my room.

"I'm afraid I'm not hungry," I said, before turning to leave.

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Harry's P.O.V

Sitting in my room at the Dursley's was always boring. I had nothing to do but write letters and think. But I didn't exactly mind doing both.

This summer, however, was the worst. None of my friends were responding to my letters. Ron and the rest of the Weasleys were abroad in Romania, visiting Charlie again. Hermione, as far as I knew, was at home, meaning she could have answered my letters. Or told me if she was busy.

But no. Not a single letter from her. And this was starting to worry me. She always answered. Even if she was busy, she found a way to let me know. But not now. No word from her since we left King's Cross Station.

This was very unlike Hermione.

I heard a loud crack downstairs, followed by a high pitched shriek and a crash. I rushed downstairs to see what had happened, worried, but instantly calmed at what I saw.

Professor Dumbledore was stood in the Dursley's living room, where Aunt Petunia was cleaning the mess of a broken teacup, huffing about "bloody wizards."

Dumbledore smiled at me when he saw me hesitating by the doorway. He motioned me over, so I sat down next to where he was moving to sit.

Aunt Petunia left the room after sending a glare at us, and Dumbledore spoke.

"It seems to be that your friends are not having much contact with you this summer, are they Harry?"

His tone was gentle, but his eyes shone with something that I couldn't place.

Anger? Sadness? Excitement?

For a moment I was baffled, but I regained my senses and confirmed that I had received nothing from my friends.

"B-but I'm sure there's a reason! I think..."

"Oh yes, quite the reasons. Mr Weasley appears to be his eldest brothers, who have experienced an unfortunate accident with a Hungarian Horntail. But they are recovering quickly. The youngest Mr Weasley was planning to write you in three days, when they are told they will fully recover."

I sighed in relief, I hadn't been forgotten. Of course, I felt fkr Charlie and Bill, and hoped they would recover quickly.

"Sir, what about Hermione? She always writes. Or finds a way to tell me that she can't write."

"Ah, here goes. So, Harry, you know of a place called Panem, do you not?" He asked me, his voice gentle again.

"Yeah, Hermione lives there, doesn't she?"

"Yes, well, quite unfortunately, President Snow has continued a set of annual games... These games are somewhat, violent... two tributes from twelve districts are chosen to fight to the death each year. Only one can win, while the others must die."

The colour drained from my face, and I sat in shock. Why had Hermione never told me this?

"I am dissapointed to say that this year, Hermione must participate in the Hunger Games. I will leave you alone for now, but I would like you to come with me to see Miss Granger before the games."

I nodded silently, blinking back tears.

Why did it have to be Hermione?

Of all people, why her?