Chapter One, Hogwarts

"Her-mi-o-ne-"

Draco Malfoy whined in the huge couch in the Griffindor common room.

"I told you- QUIT WHINING, MALFOY."

Hermione smacked Draco on the head with the 5-inch-thick book in her hand. Ron and Harry grinned widely while Ginny, Neville and Luna obviously "smirked".

"One Hundred-fifty-sixth time this day. Poor Draco." Luna said sweetly without moving her mouth much, looking at him.

"So nice of you to count all that, huh?" said Neville, laughing at Draco who was rubbing his head frantically.

"Now, WHAT IS IT? Do you have to bug me every five minutes when I am reading?"

"Sorry, Mione, but I was thinking.. Isn't it little too noisy out there?"

"Wait a second... actually it IS little noisy. Isn't it, Gin?" Ron whispered to Ginny, and everybody dropped silent.

It indeed was noisy out there. Unlike some other times at Hogwarts in their 7th year after the war, it seemed like there was some fight out there. Those seven students- yes, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Draco, Ginny, Luna and Neville- met at the Griffindor common room secretly while everybody else was taking the class, so they must have missed the sound.

"What is that?" Ginny whispered.

"Well, there is only one way to find out. Isn't it?" Harry grinned nervously and sent a hand-signal to everybody in the room, and they immediately stood up and tiptoed towards the door.

Hermione and Luna grabbed the each side of the door and flung it open.

"Accio Wands!" There was a sharp shout and all seven wands that were in students' hand flew toward the other end of the hallway.

Hermione, Ginny and Luna screamed. The boys quaked, because they almost lost their voices by the sight which met them.

Every inch of the hallways, the staircases, every classrooms visible, and even the doorways and magical structures, was covered by the dead bodies with black robes on them.

The dead bodies of the Hogwarts students.

The scream echoed in the hallway. The voice was familiar somehow.

"Professor McGonagall!" Neville bellowed and ran over the dead bodies, with the rest following him.

"Lavender Brown? Pancy Parkinson? Padma! Parvati Patil! No, this can't be happening." Hermione shook her head furiously as she saw the dead bodies in the hallway.

"P..Professor. Professor McGonagall!" Harry shouted and knelt in front of Minerva McGonagall's dead body. Tear strolled down on his cheek. Hermione sobbed silently and other students were so shocked they just stood silently, looking at the principle of Hogwarts.

"Why, oh why?" Luna cried softly and patted the cold hand of McGonagall. "It's not why, Lovegood. It's who." Draco said as he rose and looked around to find who killed all the students and the professor.

There came a soft chuckle from the door. Or, actually, behind the door of the Great Hall. Their hand flew to the wand pocket, but they realized that their wands are in the hands of the enemy. Ron slowly started to panic.

"Who is it?" Draco and Harry snarled altogether, walking cautiously towards the great hall with their fist clenched.

"Incarcarus!" dark figures popped from the every column in the hallway, and the red sparks flew from everywhere to the seven students.

After two seconds, without any wand to protect them, the students were all tied up and were screaming in pain as the thick cord made by the dark figures tightened on them.

"Oh, it's me, sonny." The door of the great hall opened and the dark figure with a dark mask- yes, possibly the death eater- walked slowly towards Draco, who was groaning and was putting a lots of effort to look at the dark figure properly. The voice of it was so cold that you will get a goosebumps on your necks just by hearing them. It sounded uncomfortably familiar.

Harry started to scream. "My scar! My scar is burning! Aaargh!"

Hermione half-screamed too. "It can't be.."

Ron finished with a lots of effort. "..Voldemort?"

"But it can't be! Voldemort died! Harry killed him!" Ginny screamed.

"Oh, really, Miss Weasly? Let's see about that." said the figure, and he pulled the mask off his face.

It was Lucius Malfoy. Or, it looked like him.

"Father!" Draco cried.

"Malfoy, it is not your father. Even Lucius Malfoy cannot look like that." Neville whispered harshly in Draco's ears.

He was right. The figure had Lucius' long white blond hair, but he was not Lucius Malfoy. He had the crimson eyes and two long slits instead of the nose, which was exactly like the Voldemort's.

"No. I will say that I'm not. Lucius Malfoy was... my eighth horcrux. Funny, isn't it? Dumbledore never imagined that there might be an eight horcrux! Useful he was. Draco, you have disappointed me very much. How can you leave your mother alone, come back to Hogwarts, and join those puny children?" Lucius-Voldemort picked up a robed figure from the floor and showed it to the children. It was Professor Flitwick. "Professor!" Luna cried.

"W.. what are you going to do with us?" Ginny whispered fearfully.

"You, Miss Weasly, and all of you fools, are going to play this most awesome games with other fools... the game that is named as the Hunger Games."

For some reason- none of them knew exactly why- the very words about the game made the students shiver.