These are my first Character Games featuring the............Harry Potter Cast

Back Story

Harry Potter and his friends lost the war against Voldemort. In penance for the war Voldemort decided to send in two send two boys and two girls from each house to The Potter Games.


Gryffindor Reapings

Hermione Granger (Gryffindor)

I wake up a nervous wreck. Ever since we lost the war against Voldemort it's been terrible. The Potter Games started. My parents got killed. Voldemort is in control. All my studies for nothing. What were all those deaths for then? Sirius, my parents, Fred. For nothing. But if i get reaped i will protect Harry at all costs. Including my life. I walk down the staircase not even bothered about my hair. I never have so I'm not sacrificing anything. I arrive at the Grand Hall. Where we once shared so many laughs is now a place filled with cowering students. Except the Slytherins. How i despise them. They're all so eager to kill us. I eye Draco. He has a cheerful look in his eyes. I suppress and urge to smack him. I know he must be planning Harry's death. Voldemort made sure Harry was going to reaped.

"It is now time to choose our tributes for the Potter Games," says a woman. She walks over to the girls ball and pulls out a name. "For Gryffindor our first female tribute is........," she pauses and reads the name. "Hermione Granger!" I start hyperventilating as i walk to the cursed stage. As i walk i keep repeating the same thing over and over again. I must save Harry.

Ginny Weasley (Gryffindor)

Hermione. She got reaped. I knew it was going to happen but it still came as a shock to me. She walks to the stage clearly in thought. I grin. Hermione's always thinking in all situations. She tries to seem brave but i can tell she's terrified. "Now to pick our next female tribute," the escort says as Hermione finally is on the stage. She walks towards the crystal ball and pulls out another slip. "Ginevra Weasley," she calls.

I freeze in shock. "Ginevra Weasley," she calls again. I start taking small stiff steps towards the stage. The wind is knocked out of me. I didn't expect to be reaped but i was. Frantically i glance towards my mom in the audience. She's in tears and my dad is hugging her. Filled with a new strength i pull on a brave face and walk more quickly towards the stage. When i climb it i mouth at my mom. "I will win." She just bursts into more tears.

Ron Weasley (Gryffindor)

I refuse to believe it. Hermione and Ginny have been picked. Hermione. I gasp in horror. I'll have to kill my sister and my friend. A wave of shame goes through me. How can i think such things. Me killing Hermione and Ginny will never happen. I won't let it happen. I glance at Harry and he's taking deep breaths just like me. When they called Hermione he gasped. When they called Ginny he just about fainted.

"Now it is time to select our boy tributes," the woman says. I hate her. Hate her because she's leading Ginny and Hermione to their deaths. She walks towards the other crystal ball and pulls out a slip. "Ronald Weasley," she calls. I just about faint. The boys part making me a straight line towards the stage. I imitate Ginny and take small steps. I keep panicking. When i arrive onstage i look at my parents. They're crying a river of tears. I know why. They might not only loose Ginny but they could loose me. That would be three of us dead in a year. Fred, Ginny and me.

Harry Potter (Gryffindor)

This can't be happening. First Hermione, then Ginny and now Ron. Three of the closest people i have are off to fight to the death. I now I'm going to be picked. Voldemort made sure of that. I still don't get why they won't say his name. Dumbledore, Fred, Remus, Tonks, Sirius, my parents. The people i love dead. Three more might be added to that list. Well if i die at least I'll be with them again.

"Harry Potter," the escort says. Practically screams out. I walk to the stage quickly eying Malfoy. He seems like Christmas is in one week. Stupid. He must be happy if i die. I glance towards Ron's family. At the same time all of us nod. Mrs. Weasley just cries and cries. I look at Ron and whisper "Alliance?". He nods. The girls hear too and nod. We're all thinking the same thing. This alliance is not going to last very long.

Slytherin Reapings

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