The Hogwarts Hunger Games

Chapter 1

Daily Prophet

4.6.97

DUMBLEDORE FOUND DEAD, WHO IS THE IMPOSTER PRINCIPAL?

Muggle campers found Albus Dumbledore dead on a mountainside in Switzerland and reported it to the muggle ‘police’. His body showed traces of the unforgivable curses, implying murder from another wizard. It is unknown when this atrocity occurred and how long he has been up there. The snow on the mountains conserved his body so we have no obvious signs of time. Hogwarts has been running normally since the beginning of the school term. The headmaster seemed to be Dumbledore, appearing, acting and sounding exactly like him. We don’t know how long the ‘fake’ Dumbledore has been around; the Ministry of Magic are still investigating the situation. The big question is who killed Albus Dumbledore and who is this imposter?  

 

HARRY

 

“Hermione, have you been reading this? We need to get everyone out of the school immediately”

“I’ve just finished it, have you still got the map? We can start evacuating people through the secret passageways and see who the imposter is. Look for anyone we haven’t heard of before.”

“ Where is this ‘Dumbledore” imposter anyway? And where the bloody hell are all the Slytherins?” Ron remarked.

“It doesn’t matter right now, we just need to get moving, everyone’s in danger”.

We were about to exit the Great Hall when ‘Dumbledore’ and the Slytherins marched in.

“SIT DOWN THIS INSTANT,” bellowed ‘Dumbledore’. “I have a few words to say”.

Hermione, Ron and I proceeded to the front whilst the remaining standing up students scurried to find a seat.

“I am sure you have all read the daily prophet this morning, and it is correct. Albus Dumbledore is indeed dead.”

 What wizard is powerful enough to kill Dumbledore? Even Voldermort is afraid of him. The impact of the news hadn’t hit me yet, when someone dies it takes a while to even realise there gone.

“Firstly, anyone who tries to escape the school will be met with a variety of lethal spells and curses. Hogwarts is now completely shut off from the outside world. No-one can enter and no-one can escape. Anyone who is foolish enough to do so will end up in the same situation as your beloved head teacher. Secondly, no one is to ask who I am. You will know when I want you to know. All Slytherins are now prefects and anyone who disobeys their orders will be punished. You will be escorted around the school by these new prefects. Lastly, this school now only teaches one subject. The dark arts.”

Silence filled the hall. No one dared to move or speak. Everyone was still absorbing the shocking news that the imposter had declared. Albus Dumbledore really was dead. No one would be able to save them.

Malfoy, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle made their way towards our table with looks of pure smugness etched into their cruel faces.

“All Gryffindor’s follow us,” Draco Shouted. “You listen to us now. The pure bloods will always prevail.”

“Should we say something? You know, speak our minds, rebel?” Ron whispered.

“No, just leave it. It won’t make a difference. We’ll talk about it later in the dorm and then form a plan.” Hermione replied slightly too loudly.

“Shut up you filthy mudblood.” Pansy hissed. “If you knew who this ‘Dumbledore really is, you wouldn’t be such a defiant little –“

“Stop it Pansy. Don’t give anything away. We can keep Blood traitor and mudblood over here in suspense.” Draco interrupted. “Not to mention this half-blood who thinks he’s so much better than everybody else. Not so powerful now are you?”  They led us up to our common room.

 "You don't know our password. How are you going to get in?" Ginny dared to ask. Malfoy turned and laughed.

“No, you don’t know the password.”  He retorted. “Everyone step back!”

“And if we don’t?” Neville queried.

“You’ll regret it.” Pansy snickered. Malfoy whispered something to the fat lady, who glared at him, then opened the door. Our common room looked darker than ever, the furniture had been changed colour to green and the curtains were silver.

“Was all this really necessary?” Ginny asked, scrunching up her nose in disgust. I don’t know where all her courage came from. I guess she’s growing up a bit.

“You’re really putting yourself in danger here weasel.” Malfoy smirked. He keeps looking at her in a weird way. It makes me angry for some reason.

“Stop looking at her like that!” Ron yells at Malfoy. I’m glad he did it before I did, it’s okay for him to do it, he’s her older brother. Malfoy storms over to Ron.

“What did you just say?” He threatened, shoving Ron against the newly painted green wall.

“I said-“Ron began

“Draco we have to go now, it’s already ten o’clock.” Pansy whined.

“I’ll get you weasel, Both of you.” Malfoy spat, pointing at Ron and Ginny.