Hermione Granger

I groan as my eyes open. I feel groggy and ill. Where am I?

It takes a minute or so for everything to come back to me. The games. Draco. Our baby. Annabeth. The sleeping potion.

Annabeth!

I pull myself up quickly and leave the tent. I can't believe she drugged me so she could go to that banquet. She could have been killed! I am going to give that girl one hell of a talking-to.

Outside, the sun has almost completely set. I shiver in the cool night air. Normally we'd have a fire lit by now. There's a charm I use to make sure no one can see the smoke.

She should be back by now.

The banquet was hours ago. It wouldn't take her nearly this long to get back here. What if-

No, I can't afford to think like that. I just need to wait. She'll be back soon.

I take out my wand and use the incendio charm to light a fire. Then I sit and wait. It seems hours before the anthem begins to play.

I'm terrified as I wait for the faces to appear. If Annabeth is dead, I know I don't have a chance. Even with magic, the other tributes could easily overpower me.

Only one died today. It was the boy from twelve. The werewolf.

That means Annabeth is still alive. She's out there somewhere, probably hurt, possibly dying. I have to find her.

Now I face a choice. Do I wait until morning, when it is safer, to go find her? That would be a risk, as she could be fatally injured. But if I go now, I don't know what would happen. Sometimes I imagine I have heard things creeping in the darkness of the night.

I have to go now, I know I do. I put out the fire and whisper "Lumos," lighting up the end of my wand.

I set off in the general direction of the Cornucopia. Theoretically, she should be between here and there, because that's where she was going.

I walk for a long time. Just when I'm thinking I must have gone the wrong direction, as I certainly should have found it by now, I reach the clearing.

There is no moon tonight, so I must rely only on the light of my wand. I see the dark shape in the middle of the clearing that I know to be the Cornucopia. I sprint towards it and duck inside.

There's blood on the walls, and shreds of clothing on the floor. There has been a struggle here, and someone was hurt. I have a bad feeling I know who it was.

She must have escaped. So she must be in the woods.

I sigh and go back into the dark forest. "Annabeth?" I call quietly, afraid to make too much noise. I go back towards our camp, repeating the call every two minutes or so. About halfway there, I hear a soft moan from the ground on my left.

I point my wand down and go left. It only takes me a minute to find her, lying among the brush.

On the outside, Annabeth doesn't look so bad. There's minor bruising on her neck and arms, and a nasty cut on the back of her head, but it's nothing I can't fix.

The stuff I can't see is the problem. Something else has got to be wrong. There's got to be some reason why she's out cold. I should get her back to camp before trying to examine her more closely, though.

I use the Mobilicorpus spell to move her. Once she's in the tent, I heal her minor injuries and see what I can find out about the not-so-minor stuff. Unfortunately, there's not much I can do before she wakes up, so I sit beside her and hope for the best.

Just as the sun is beginning to rise, Annabeth stirs. Her eyes flutter open slowly, and she stares at me with a puzzled look on her face. "Who are you?" she whispers in a raspy voice.

"I- I'm Hermione. Your ally."

"Where are we?"

"We're in the arena. For the Fandom Games."

She still seems confused. "Where's Luke?"

I blink. "Luke died a long time ago."

I see tears in Annabeth's eyes. "What happened?"

"I should think you'd be the one telling me that."

"Telling you what, exactly?"

"What happened at the banquet?"

The blonde girl looks confused. "What banquet?"

Bloody hell. "You don't remember anything."

She shakes her head, then winces. "My head feels like it was smashed against a wall."

I sigh. "I think it was. What's the last thing you remember?"

"I remember finding Luke. Kissing him. Someone was in the woods... Oh, I remember, that was you. We allied. Everything after that is blank."

Her speech was slower than normal, and sounded slurred. She looked drowsy. "How are you feeling?" I ask her.

Annabeth shrugs. "I have a headache. My stomach hurts. I'm having trouble thinking clearly..." she trails off. She's staring into space, seemingly in a world of her own.

"Annabeth!" I snap. "Concentrate!"

She looks at me. "Where are we, again?"

"I told you, we're in the Games."

Something in her eyes concerns me. I don't know what it is. "You should rest," I say quietly. "Let me know if you remember anything."

"Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"I'm hungry."

I sigh. The thought of food makes my stomach growl. "We ran out of food almost a week ago, Annabeth. I'm hungry too." I leave her to her thoughts.

The symptoms she's showing are concerning. They point to a serious concussion, which isn't something I want to deal with. I've never treated anything like this before, and I don't want to hurt her. We  just have to wait it out.

Unfortunately, waiting for Annabeth to heal may not be an option. We don't have any food, and we don't have a water source. It's unrealistic to think we could last more than a few days. But I don't know what to do about it.

I shouldn't be tired after sleeping all day, but I am. Maybe I should go lie down. That's what I do, and I'm unconscious in a matter of minutes.

When I wake up in the early morning, the first thing I sense is the cold. A bone chilling cold that made me want to wrap up in as many layers as possible.

Up until now, the gamemakers have been very kind to us in the area of climate. The temperature has been... perfect. But now? It must be below freezing. Too cold.

I shiver and hesitantly leave my own tent, slipping into Annabeth's.

She's still asleep, but something makes me put my hand on her forehead. She's burning up. There is a potion for bringing down a fever, but I won't be able to get the ingredients unless a sponser sends them.

Please, Dumbledore. We need all the sponsors we can get. I hate feeling helpless, and right now I do. Unless- until she wakes up, there's not much I can do. I take an extra blanket and lay it over her.

Back when Annabeth asked me to brew her three potions - two poison and one a sleeping potion - I was hoping that no one would send ingredients.  I didn't want her to kill Luke. Now, her life depends on getting more ingredients. 

The potion takes two days to brew. If they don't send the stuff soon, we'll starve to death. But then again, maybe that's what they want.

Sooooo..... I know this chapter has taken forever. Sorry. Also, it's unedited so probably terrible. I really need to edit a lot of stuff but tbh I'm lazy. This isn't a good excuse but I've been really busy with school, so yeah. I would say I'll update soon except I don't know if I will. Definitely by the end of March, okay?