The Hogwarts Hunger Games

Chapter 2

"Can you believe it?" Ron yelled over the shouting in the common room. Everyone was speaking at once, causing chaos. This room felt foreign now. Everything we had grown to love about it had changed. It was like they were trying to destroy our memory of the school before they took over.

“We have to believe it.” Hermione responded. 

"Can we talk anywhere quieter?" I shouted. The noise was getting louder and louder, it was beginning to be hard to carry out a conversation. Ginny was sitting in a corner alone, I really wanted to go and talk to her but there was more important things to do.

"The boys’ dorm? You guys can't come into the girls, so it's our only option." Hermione suggested 

"Sounds ok." Ron replied.

We made our way through the crowd and up to the dorm. When we were walking up the stairs Hermione turned to me.

“You should tell Ron how you feel about her.” She whispered. How did she know? Do I make it obvious? Ron would kill me if I told him so I’d rather not.

 When we made it up to the dorms and saw that it hadn’t changed much. The curtains and rug were changed to green but that was about it. A few people were in gathered there but were talking quietly amongst themselves. It seemed safe enough to have a conversation.

"Harry you still have the map right?" Hermione asked me.

"The marauders map?" Ron questioned. 

"No, The London Underground map." Hermione stated sarcastically. I laughed at them; however it lasted only a second as I remembered the situation we were in.

"The maps under my bed. I'll get it" Ron said, rolling his eyes. After Snape confiscated it we decided to put it somewhere less obvious. He rummaged around and came out with all sorts of things, quills, books, quidditch magazines, socks and so much more. Eventually he found the map and handed it to me.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good,” I muttered, tapping the map with my wand. The map opened up and footprints appeared everywhere. The moving footprints were all slytherins roaming the halls.

“Dumbledore is on this map.” Ron exclaimed.

“That’s impossible.” Hermione retorted.

“No, look, he’s right here, walking towards the dungeons” Ron told us.

“It can’t be him though, can it?” I asked

“I don’t know.” Ron answered.

“I was asking Hermione.” I said to him, a hint of irritation in was in my voice. He faked a look of hurt before laughing

“There must some sort of spell. You would have to know how the map works though.” Hermione said thoughtfully. “I will go to the library later and find out.”

“If they let you go to the library.” Ron reminded her. He looks at her in a different way now. It’s dreamier than before. I don’t know when it started, it just did. We had no idea how strict the rules were. Since the only subject being taught was the dark arts there was a big chance they wouldn’t not let us go to the library and check out books. Who were the teachers of the dark arts anyway?

“Who do you think the teachers are now?” I thought out loud.

“I don’t know. Who do you think this Dumbledore is?” Hermione asked. She had a good point. That was going to be our main objective, to find out who he was. Then stop him of course.

“Attention all students.” We heard. It sounded like it was coming from the ceiling.

“It’s a sound system made by charming the walls. I read about it in Hogwarts: A history” Hermione whispered knowingly.

“Of course you did.” Ron replied.

“We will continue with the normal school timetable, but learning dark arts. Make your way to your assigned classes now.”

Hermione reached for her timetable. Her eyes skimming the paper and her face fell. “We aren’t in the same class.” She told us.

“None of us?” Ron asks worriedly.

“No.”

“That’s just great.” I said sarcastically. This was going to be a nightmare. We might have to learn more about the unforgivable curses. After Moody’s class and the death eaters we have encountered, I had had enough for life.

“Hey Harry, you don’t think that the teachers could be death eaters, do you?” Ron asked, wide eyed.

“I hope not” I replied. There was a big chance that they were, but I did not want to worry Ron too much.

“Hurry up! I’m not waiting forever.” We heard from downstairs. I ran down with Ron and Hermione only to see Pansy and Draco in the doorway.

“We better go.”

“When did you change from ‘Never give up, we can’t let the slytherins win’ to ‘we better go’?” Ron asked.

“When I realised how much danger we were in. If I speak up I could hurt everyone in Gryffindor.” I replied angrily. He sometimes doesn’t get how severe a situation can be. In this case, keeping quiet until we have a steady plan to do something was our only option. We follow Draco and Pansy down the halls to the main classrooms. I peer into the classes already starting and shiver. The teacher is huge and has an evil look on his eye as he demonstrates the all three unforgivable curses on a beetle. This is going to be horrible.