Ron and the 75th Annual Hunger games.

Chapter 1: The reaping

Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own any of the HP characters.

It was a cold and misty sort of day in district 11, the only noise you could hear was the prevailing winds blowing at loose shutters and windows along the currently empty streets. However the weather wasn't the reason for the source of depression that hung within the very air of the surrounding homes of district 11, for it was reaping day, the most feared annual event for all those who had children or were themselves eligible to become a 'tribute' had begun for another year.

It had all started 75 years ago when the first wizarding war had ended in defeat for the united districts and victory for the Capital and their leader 'Lord Voldermort'. To cement the Capitals power and as punishment for the districts rebellion, district 13 had been completely destroyed taking with it thousands of innocent people, but this had not been enough destruction to appease Lord Voldermort and so he designed a tournament to further punish the rebels by every year taking 24 of their children one boy and one girl from each district and making them fight to the death for his and the capitals entertainment. There was only one victor allowed it was kill or be killed.

Ron woke suddenly to the sound of his alarm clock; it read 7:30am. After shutting off the high pitched bleeping noise he roused himself enough to get out of bed and prepare his clothes for the reaping ceremony that would begin in a couple hours' time.

Once dressed he walked down the stairs into the kitchen to be greeted to the sight of his mother fussing over his little sister Ginny and one half of the twins George who were both wearing the best clothes they owned.

"Stop fidgeting Ginny and let me plait your hair" said Mrs Weasley gently.

"I'm not a little girl anymore mum just please stop fussing" replied Ginny.

Ron looked sparingly at Ginny, "why couldn't she understand that his mum needed to keep occupied with something so that she wouldn't dwell on that fact that she could be losing a daughter and a son to be 'contestants' today".

"Ginny, you want to look nice for the camera's don't you? ,If you're chosen that is" Mrs Weasley Questioned.

"Mum stop thinking that Ron, George or I will get picked, it just won't happen" said Ginny confidently.

Hearing his sister Ron wished it were true, but since district 11 was the populous district out of the twelve, preliminary reaping's were always conducted to reduce the pool of possible tributes in order to fit everyone into the town centre for the live draws. This was the reason that Fred had not needed to get ready as his name hadn't be drawn to be placed in the televised reaping while his George was.

Considering that Ginny, George and himself had made it to the live reaping coupled with the fact that their names had been entered multiple times due to the need for them to sign up for terressa as they were very poor. He accepted that in fact they had a very large chance of being picked. However saying that it seemed like the Weasley family had some sort of guardian angel, as until now not one of their seven children had ever been chosen to be a tribute, despite that the odds were truly not in their favour.

Most of his brothers were too old now to be chosen as a tribute Bill, Charlie, Percy and now Fred had all escaped the dreaded fate of being chosen and he himself at 17 years of age only had to attend two more reaping until he was safe also, but it was his sister that he worried about more than himself. He knew from first hand experience that although she outwardly presented herself to be strong and fiery, that deep down she was as scared and vulnerable as she had been when she was younger. He would often find her sobbing after watching repeats of previous hunger games on the TV, and resorted to comfort her repeatedly telling her that "he would never let her get hurt " like those she had watch die during the games.

His thoughts were interrupted by George asking how he was feeling.

"Doing okay there Ron?"

"Yeah I'm fine George – are you alright?" he replied

George nodded his head as he bit down on a piece of stale bread. Silence filled the room once more.

-OOOO-

The four of them were walking down the now crowded streets to the town centre; Ginny in the middle one hand joined with her mum the other with Ron's grasping it tightly.

They finally arrived at the centre, boys and girls would be separated into two different pens and so Ron took Ginny to one side before they were registered.

"It's going to be okay no matter what happens alright, you understand me?" he said in a desperate effort to calm her and his own nerves.

"Yeah I believe you Ron, don't worry I'm fine" she whispered before being pulled away from him to be registered.

He was now middle of a large group of boys waiting for the ceremony to begin, anxiously ringing his hands and praying "Please don't let Ginny be chosen"

A golden haired woman by the name Fleur Delacor (district 11's official capital representative) hopped up onto the stage and the reaping began.

"Welcome district 11, as you all know we are gathered here today for a very exciting reason, it being the start of the 75th annual hunger games!" she spoke enthusiastically. She waited for a round of applause but none came, it was the only form of resistance that the districts had left they refused to applaud the competition that would mean the death of at least one of their own children.

Fleur continued on unfazed by the clear act of rebellion from the people. "So all we need now is two tributes, we'll start with the ladies I think, and may the odds be ever in your favour" she giggled happily.

"This was it then" Ron thought as he crossed his fingers and whispered repeatedly "Not Ginny, Not Ginny, Not Ginny"

"And the female tribute is Rosie Bell " cried out Fleur happily.

Joy flooded through Ron; "thank god Ginny was safe for at least another year". His gaze delved through the group of girls trying to find her, and there she was looking directly at him there eyes met and he couldn't help smiling at her fortune. She was smiling back a mix of relief and sadness etched on her freckled face.

He couldn't stop looking at her unable to believe that his prays had actually worked, when her face changed to one of utter horror. "Now he was slightly scared what had caused this drastic change"

Overcome with joy he hadn't heard the boy tributes name being called out until it was repeated.

"Ronald Weasley!"

There we go chapter 1 of my hunger games take.

Sorry it was a bit slow and there was no R/hr but I had to lay set the scene.

Chapter 2 will include Ron saying his goodbyes to his family and the train journey to the capital where he will get his first sight of Hermione when watching the other districts reaping ceremonies.

Oh and sorry I still have no beta so there will probably be some errors in there.