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"If you haven't heard, this year we shall be watching the Hunger Games. This year it is mandatory. The Hunger Games is a morbid competition which takes place annually in the country of Panem. Every year, one boy and one girl between ages 12 and 18 is selected from each of the twelve districts as tributes, who prepare for a week and then go into an outdoor arena to fight to the death. The event is nationally televised as mandatory viewing for all citizens and the last living tribute is declared the victor" Dumbledore clarified.

A few students from Panem that went to Hogwarts presence made viewings mandatory for Hogwarts.

"Every year, each district holds a reaping ceremony. Two large glass balls contain slips of paper with each child's first and last name. A child's name is entered each year for every year that they are eligible. The entries are cumulative, and each year another slip is added to the glass ball for the child's aging. By the time each child is 18 they must have a minimum of 7 entries in the glass ball. However, they can choose to add their name more times in exchange for tessera, which is a small ration of oil and grain. Each tesserae has enough oil and grain to supply one family member with food for one year. The district representative/ escort picks a name out of the balls, one of which is for girls and one for boys. The tributes whose names are chosen are then entered into the Games, unless someone is willing to volunteer - a normally quite rare phenomenon unless it is in one of the "Career Districts" (1, 2, and 4), districts in which children have been training their whole life to enter the Games. When a victor comes home, they are no longer be eligible to participate in the Games even if they are still young enough to have their name drawn in the reaping. The exception to this rule is the 75th Games or the 3rd Quarter Quell. Another year where there was an exception, was the 25th Games or the 1st Quarter Quell when the District was required to chose which tributes were to enter in the arena" Dumbledore explained while reading from the card he was sent from President Snow.

Gasps came from all around the room.

"At 8'o clock tonight, everyone will be in the hall to witness the reapings. That is all" by the time he was finished everyone was shaking.

"Mandatory to view deaths?"

"They are forced to fight to the death?"

Whispers came from all around.

Bright and bubbly as ever, Effie Trinket trots to the podium and gives her signature, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!"

It's time for the drawing. Effie Trinket says as she always does, "Ladies first!" and crosses to the glass ball with the girls' names. She reaches in and digs her hand deep into the ball, and pulls out a slip of paper. The crowd draws a collective breath and then you can hear a pin drop.

Effie Trinket crosses back to the podium, smooths the slip of paper, and reads out the name in a clear voice. And it isn't Katniss.

It's Primrose Everdeen.

Fred's POV

I sat next to George and Angelina while watching the reapings.

I completely zoned out until District 12 was up.

"Ladies First!" some scary, pink haired lady with too much makeup exclaimed.

I crossed my fingers and prayed to God that it wasn't Katniss.

It wasn't. It's her little sister Prim.

"Everdeen? Like, Katniss Everdeen?" people murmured from all around me.

"Her little sister?" I whispered sadly to George.

"It's all right" George patted my back soothingly.

I turned back to the screen when I recognized a voice, "Prim!"

It was a strangled cry, "Prim!"

Within seconds Katniss is in front of Primrose.

"I volunteer!" she gasps. "I volunteer as tribute!"

"Lovely!" says clown lady. Lovely? She's going to go into an arena and fight to the death.

How on earth is that lovely? I expect George is thinking the same thing because he gives a disgusted look towards the screen.

My mind wanders off about Katniss going into the arena with 23 other tributes. Some have trained their entire lives!

The odds are definitely not in her favor.

"No, Katniss! No! You can't go!" Prim flailed her skinny arms around Katniss.

I felt my eyes start to tear up. This is a death sentence.

I put my head down on the table and sulk.

This cannot be happening.