The Fandom Games

For those who are confused about the different Tributes or Districts, here's the complete and updated list.

District 1 - Peter, Lucy

District 2 - Thorin, Galadriel

District 3 - Four, Tris

District 4 - Percy, Annabeth

District 5 - Kendra, Seth

District 6 - Thomas, Teresa

District 7 - Frodo Baggins, Èowyen

District 8 - Arthur Pendragon, Morgana Le Fay

District 9 - The 10th Doctor, Rose

District 9 3/4 - Harry Potter, Hermione Granger

District 10 - Edward, Bella

District 11 - Kirk, Uhura

District 12 - Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark

Chapter One - Entering the Games: Hermione

The sun glinted off the golden cornucopia. It was hot outside and sweat beat off of Hermione's head. She began to panic as she looked to the clock; 45 seconds until this began. The bloodbath that her mentor, Dumbledore had warned her about. Her attention turned to the array of goods on the ground: Food, weapons, wands, magical flutes, tridents, phasers, bows, a weird type of screwdriver, staffs, broomsticks, and a small purple bag that kept her attention. She focused on it, was that... Her bag? It was! Her small enchanted bag, if she could get her hands on that, and a wand. There was a possibility of winning. Of course Dumbledore told her that it would be stupid to even try, and she wanted to follow his rules... But there it was: Her bag. She wondered if anything was inside it. There must be right? And if she got her hands on a wand, there's no telling of what she could do. For one thing; She would have an unlimited supply of water. But it was so hard to get, she looked to the other tributes. They were definitely bigger than her, and much certainly older. District 2 had a boy with a black beard and grey hairs. She racked her brain for his name. Thorin, she remembered. As much as these people and size and strength on them, she knew that she must have been smarter than any of them. Again, she looked to the clock. Ten seconds.

10...

She looked for Harry, she saw him on the plate next to her. She winced at the thought that both of them couldn't make it out of her alive, Her best friend...

9...

Her attention returned to the bag.

8...

Did she dare go for it?

7...

She had too, a wand and her bag were good game changers.

6...

A wand would be harder to get. All the good things were inside the Cornucopia.

5...

Maybe she could get a wand outside of the Cornucopia.

4...

But her wand would work the best... Did they have her own wand in the pile?

3...

Oh no, it's starting. Harry or I could be dead in the next...

2...

Two seconds! Hermione took her positions. She had to ignore Dumbledores advice, was that a stupid decision to make? She didn't know. It her heart was racing. After she had gotten her wand and bag, she'd retreat into the foliage of the forest. Not the cliffs, or the rock pile surrounding her, but the forest. It would be here safe haven.

1...

The gong rang out. Tributes scattered for the trees and to the Cornucopia.

It was chaos. People were dying before her eyes, the worst part was she could do nothing about it.

There was no turning back now, she had reached her bag. Hermione fumbled and grabbed the bag. All she needed now was her wand. Her eyes searched for a wand, a black one lied on the dark green grass. She ran to it and picked it up. That was easier than it should have been. Just then, a boy with black hair and sea green eyes had cut her leg by trying to throw a dagger. Hermione wasn't going to let that be her reason to stop. She cried out from the pain, but let that be it as she continued to run.

Her frizzy brown hair flew behind her as she darted into the forest. She didn't remember she could run that fast! It must have been the adrenaline pumping through her. At her old muggle school, she learned about fight or flight mode. She had obviously taken flight as she ran down hill. She had taken only a second to put her wand in her bag and then throw the string around her elbow. She ran faster now, faster than before. Her footing was off and she tripped. She began to roll down the hill, " Oof! " she cried as her body carelessly fell down the steep mountain. She grabbed a branch from the tree. It stopped her and she felt grateful she found it in time. The taste of blood invaded her mouth, her tongue probed the source of it. It came from the gums, had she broken a tooth? With one hand on her branch, she used the other to touch her jaw. It throbbed in pain. She looked for her bag around her arm. She would use the things in it later. Now that she had stopped, she began to see the cut on her calf was bleeding now, she had to bandage it before it became infected. She was thankful that this was her only injuries. It could have been a lot worse. Hermione could have been been cut at her neck, or worse; she could have died.
Hermione knew that she must have put a distance between herself and the other tributes. She tried to rule out her most dangerous opponents. She knew Thorin was bad, but she was also scared of Four. The man who had gotten an 11 on his training score. Then there was Arthur Pendragon, she didn't know him and quite honestly didn't want to know him. He seemed almost stuck up in her own option. She thought of the people whom she didn't fear on any level. The first tribute that appeared in her mind was the girl from District 10: Bella. She was the only one who had gotten a 1 on her score. From her, Hermione knew she had nothing to fear.

She had gotten up from the branch that supported her, again she began to walk. Her thoughts turned to Harry. Harry! Had he survived the day? Her heart ached at the thought of Harry dying. Her best friend, he needed to have survived. If she went home and got to see Ron... It would never be the same.

The sun began to set quickly over the grey mountains. The Gamemakers must be in a hurry to end the day to show the fallen tributes. Hermione hoped Harry wouldn't be shown in that. She stopped herself and knew that she needed a shelter of some kind. Hermione looked in her bag, she reached out an arm and pulled out a chocolate frog. Was that her only food? She knew it couldn't be. Somehow, there had to be something else. She pull it back inside and pulled out her wand. She kept that on her, she reached inside again to find something much heavier; a sleeping bag. Haha! She thought. I knew it was a good idea to grab this! The sun was already fading from the sky. Hermione thought back to her training sessions and remembered that the best place she could put herself, was a tree. Thankful she payed attention to her instructors she began to climb a tree and set up her camp. Hermione noticed that he tongue was dry. Finding an empty bottle in her enchanted bag, she took out the wand and whispered,

" Aquamenti, "

The bottle filled up with a clear liquid and Hermione began to drink very thirstily. The sun had gone behind the mountains now. The sky had turned a dark blue, then a black with stars dotted behind. The anthem begins to play and holograms of the fallen appear. Hermione held her breath and prayed that Harry's name would not show.

The screen showed the girl from District 1, her name was Lucy. Hermione frowned when she saw the little girls innocent face across the sky. Then it showed both from 6, Thomas and Teresa. Hermione sipped from her water as Bella's face was shown across the sky. Hermione found herself pleased with Bella's death but soon felt guilty she laughed at someone dying. Then it showed the other boy from Bella's District. A boy with pale white skin and golden eyes. Next, it showed the boy from 7, and the girl from 11. The screen faded and Hermione took a deep breath of relief to see Harry wasn't dead.

Hermione had successful survived one day of these Fandom Games. If she continued, she knew she'd be back home in no time.

Alright then! That's the first chapter, don't forget to review!