Author: ItsOverWhenItsOver PM
The Hunger Games; a wandless fight to the death. For the Next-gen Weasleys, every year is a constant terror that one of them might be chosen. But never even in their worst nightmares did they imagine this: All of them, pitted against each other. And there can be only one winner...Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Angst - Victoire W. & Cinna - Chapters: 6 - Words: 31,278 - Reviews: 31 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 01-12-13 - Published: 05-10-12 - id: 8103891
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I can feel Teddy's breath on the back of my neck as I wake. His arms are still wrapped around me, but if I move very slowly I might be able to get away without him waking up. I don't want to see him this morning, of all mornings; the morning of the reaping.
I'm eighteen, so this is my last year, but still the whole process makes me feel sick to my stomach, although there's more than one thing that could be causing me that feeling at the moment.
I gently untangle Teddy's arms from my waist, and try to scoot over slowly, trying not to make a sound, or make the bed move too much, but of course it doesn't work.
"Trying to leave me so early, Toire?" He mumbles sleepily, a light chuckle in his voice, lifting up a hand and placing it onto my shoulder.
I look back at him and smile, immediately hiding my fear and uncertainty. "I should be getting back. I want to see Mum and Dad before…"
Trailing off, I give him a half-hearted smile and sigh, betraying my fear for the first time and continuing to get up, avoiding his eyes.
He catches my arm and props himself up on the pillows so he can look straight at me, his hair shifting to a casual shade of pale blue, "Hey, don't think like that; they're not going to pick you. Of course they won't pick you."
His words do nothing to reassure me, and I lie back down again, burrowing into his chest. "But they'll pick someone; one of us. They can't not, not after Harry and-"
"Shh," He puts a finger to my lips and shakes his head. "Harry has done enough for us all that the capitol won't punish him. They can't. People depend on him too much."
I remain defiant, "But if he'd succeeded then there would have been a full uprising, they won't let that go just because he's-"
"No. The public in the capitol love him far too much for them to ever do anything to hurt him."
"Yeah, but that doesn't necessarily include his family. They're going to rig it. I know they will, they'll put in one of us, or even two. I mean, what about Lucy? What if they pick Lucy?"
I'm almost frantic now, hysteria rising inside of me. In District twelve it's common knowledge how close the Weasleys are. I'm sure it would be simple for anyone from the Capitol to find out that information and pass it on.
Teddy looks as if he's trying to figure out how to answer. He knows I'm right. He must know the logic behind it.
"Please don't be scared. If anyone does get chosen, then I'll be there with them. I'll help them. I'll make sure they win."
Closing my eyes, I block out the view of the bedroom in his posh, tall, elegant Victors Village home. I hate it when he does anything so much as refer to his time in the games. I can remember how horrible it was. Watching him as he fought for his life, and then when he got back, trying to pretend that it didn't matter to me how much blood he had on his hands.
"Hey. Hey." Teddy comforts, taking my hand and sitting up a little, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. "It's alright; I'm here. I won't let them hurt anyone. No-one's going to get hurt, I promise."
My eyes fill up with tears as I cling onto him, "It's the Hunger Games Teddy, not getting hurt isn't an option."
There's silence for a few seconds, in which Teddy quietly kisses the top of my head. "Toire, it's alright. I'm here."
I close my eyes and lean into him, and there's another lengthy silence. I hear Teddy sigh and rest his head back against the pillows, relieved that at least I didn't seem to be hysterical any more.
"Where do your parents think you are?" He asks, changing the subject, "Not here, obviously."
"An old school friends'; her name's Elisabeth. She dropped out of Hogwarts, so I decided I ought to pay her a visit. It was late, and we'd had a few drinks, so I stayed over the night." Despite my foul mood, I smirk slightly. "She's good, because she's smart enough to give me an alibi, even if I haven't asked her first."
Teddy nods, "Do you know what the time is?"
I check my watch. It's the one Teddy got me for my seventeenth birthday, easily the most valuable thing I own. "Almost nine." I say.
"Damn." Teddy sits up properly, shifting me off him and looking away out of the window. "I have to be in the justice building for half past."
Sighing, I sit up too and follow his gaze. There isn't much to see, just sky and the roofs of the other Victor's Village buildings, but I can guess what he's thinking about.
"Teddy, it's not your fault."
He shakes his head and looks down at the bedsheets.
"It's not your job to feel guilty because of whoever's chosen. It's your job to make sure that they win."
"They?" His eyebrows flicker upwards, "I'm the only victor twelve's had for nearly fifty years. I'm the only mentor we have, and I can't save both of-"
"Teddy!" I exclaim, grabbing hold of his arm and forcing him to look me in the eye. "Whatever happens this year, you are not to blame. You can't help what you're given, right? You have to just make the best of things, yeah?"
He nods slowly. "I… I guess so, 'Toire. At least after this year's over you'll be out of the reapings and we can move on." He smiles a little. "I won't have to worry about you so much anymore."
I smile, and try to stop my hands from curling around my stomach, as they seem to do so often nowadays.
"Yeah," I shrug, "Maybe we could even start a family."
He sighs, kissing the side of my head quickly, "Honey, we've talked about this. I won the Hunger Games. I can't have children. I can't put them through the Reapings, I can't watch my children have to do what I've done. And it'd be cruel to bring a child into a world like this one. I'm sorry, but I can never have kids. You get it, don't you?"
I nod, small tears forming in the corners of my eyes. What am I going to do? How am I going to tell him? I'd forced myself to wait until after this year's Games are over, but afterwards I won't have any excuse. Watching Teddy now, I wonder if being chosen for the Hunger Games might be a blessing, compared to having to see his reaction.
He'll be angry. At me, himself, the Capitol.
I wonder what he'd do if I told him now, if I just opened my mouth and said it.
Teddy, I'm pregnant.
No. I can't. I have to find someone else. Someone I can trust to not spill.
Dommie, Is the first name to come to me. My little sister. She's always been the one that I can trust with everything. I don't to burden her with it, but I guess if anyone has to know then it should be her.
"Come on, Teddy," I sigh, "I need to get home, Mum and Dad'll be wondering where I am."
He nods and I turn sideways, standing up out of bed and trying to find my clothes. Teddy stays where he is.
As I pull on my dress -My best dress; my reaping dress- I frown, noticing how tight it is around my stomach.
Turning so that my back is to Teddy, I wrap my arms around the tiny bump, letting worry fill my expression for the first time.
Suddenly there are hands at my back, and Teddy is there. He zips up the back of my dress and kisses my neck quickly, pulling me into a hug.
"Your Reaping dress?" He asks, eyebrows raised, "Surely you didn't put that on to impress me." He mocks, tucking a strand of my hair behind her ear.
"It's my best dress!" I protest, blushing an attractive shade of lobster red, "I wanted to look good for you!"
He laughs a little, kissing me again, "It's alright, I was only teasing," He shrugs, "You look nice."
I blush again and hug him.
"You know what, Toire?" He grins, "After this year's Games are over, I'll buy you fifty dresses from the Capitol. You won't have to wear that ever again."
The prospect of never having to wear this dress again does sound appealing, but I'm too distracted to dwell on it. I need to find Dom.
My hands are still clamped firmly over my stomach, shielding it from his view. I know I'm being paranoid; if he didn't notice it last night, I doubt he'll see it now. But I can't have him know before the Reaping is over. If I'm picked, then he won't be able to cope losing us both, however much he might not want the child.
Should that word make me as happy as it does? I understand what Teddy means about not wanting kids, but still...
"'Toire?" Teddy asks, and I look up quickly, realising that he must have been speaking while I was stood, lost in thought.
"Sorry Teddy," I mutter, "I-I should go."
He nods, but looks concerned, furrowing his brow as he watches me leave.
It doesn't take me long to get out of the Victors Village, but longer to find a gap where I can sneak out through the iron gates without anyone being around to see me.
The walk home after that is short, and luckily it doesn't seem like Mum and Dad are in. That's good; I don't need a questioning right now.
There are loud voices coming from mine and Dom's bedroom, and I push the door open to find Dom, all the other Potter-Weasley girls, plus Albus sat there. Rose and Lucy have plaited his hair, and it looks like there's lipstick smeared on his face. Nevertheless, he doesn't look too perturbed by it.
When I enter there's a lengthy pause, and then everyone bursts out laughing. I get the feeling they might have been talking about me.
Albus looks around confusedly at the laughter and then shrugs, apparently oblivious to whatever the previous conversation was.
"Victoire, you reek!" Dommie exclaims with delight, "Jesus, go take a shower or something."
What? I smell?
I lean down and sniff at myself, but I can't smell anything at all.
"No not like that!" She laughs, winking, "You reek of Teddy!"
I reek of Teddy? I- Oh, I forgot about her and her super-scent; inherited from Dad and his werewolf genes. I got the Veela, Dommie got the Werewolf, and Louis got… Weasley hair.
I roll my eyes and look downwards, blushing, "You caught me." I shrug.
Lucy, who's reading a book and doesn't look particularly interested in the conversation, shuffles up to make a space for me to sit on my bed. I take it, and look over at Roxy, who's giggling.
"So,' Toire…" She drawls, dragging out my name as long as she can, leaning forwards with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "You know Teddy…" She twirls her hair in between her fingers, her mouth forming into a smirk.
"Yes," I say slowly, suspicious, "I've heard of him."
She laughs, and then says, "Well, you know how he's, like, a metamorphawhatsamajig?"
I'm starting to get a bit worried now, I have a feeling I know what's coming.
"Well, you know how he can grow his nails and stuff whenever he wants…"
"Well, we were just wondering if he can… y'know… grow anything else as well?"
I don't say anything, looking down and going bright red.
It's Albus that speaks first, looking around at us all, still completely oblivious to what we're talking about. "'Course he can," He mutters confusedly, "Last week he was showing James and Freddie how he can lick his eyebrows."
There's a pause, in which if it's even possible, I blush even darker.
Then, all at once, Roxy, Molly, Dommie and Rose go, "EWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
"Albus that's disgusting!" Lily exclaims, laughing uncontrollably, "I can't believe you just said that!"
Albus looks around at us all blankly, "What? What did I say? What did I-"
"Ignore them Al," I say coldly, unamused, having regained my composure. "They're just being very childish."
He shrugs and begins inspecting his nails, which, thanks to Rose, have been painted a rather garish shade of Orange.
Shaking my head and sighing, I turn to Dom. "I need to talk to you. Now."
She nods, at once seeing the agitated, nervous look on my face that I've been trying so hard to hide. Following me out of the room, she overtakes me and leads down the hallway, where we walk inside Mum and Dad's room and I sit down on the bed, letting all of my anguish wash over my face.
"Toire?" Dommie asks, coming over and putting an arm around me, "What's wrong? What's happened?"
"Dommie…" I look up and there are tears in my eyes, choking on the words. "Dom I'm pregnant."
At first her face registers shock, and then morphs to concern. "But- What- You mean- You've actually- Jesus, we were kidding about Teddy! I thought you'd just bumped into him on the way here from Elisabeth's… Wait. Have you even been to Elisabeth's? Did you- Did you spent the night with Teddy!"
I hang my head, not thinking that telling Dom is such a good idea any more. She's too smart.
"Victoire…" She sighs, touching my cheek gently so that she can turn my head to face her, "Does he know?"
I shake my head and bite my lip, looking downwards again. "He said it'd be cruel to bring a child into the world. That he could never have a kid. Oh Dommie I don't know what-"
There's a hesitant knock at the door, and then it opens a little way, and Rose's head sticks out from behind it.
"'Toire, Lucy's crying. She won't listen to me or Molly. She says she wants you."
Damn. I've completely forgotten about Lucy. She's only twelve; it's her first year. Of course she's scared. I should have realised straight away. Thinking back now, I realise how much she was shaking when I sat beside her.
"O-ok." I mutter, wiping my eyes quickly before Rose can see that I've been crying. "I'm coming now."
Dom doesn't protest as I leave.
Lucy's sat exactly where she was before, book still clutched in her shaking hands. Tears streak her face, and I can tell she's been hiding her fear for a long time now.
"Lucy." I sigh, walking into the bedroom and sitting down beside her and placing it down on the floor. Putting my arms around her, I hug her tightly and quickly kiss her forehead.
Turning, I bluntly say, "Out." To the others and wait until they've closed the door behind them.
"Oh, Lucy," I say quietly, "It's ok to be frightened; it's alright."
She bursts into loud sobs and clutches at me, her face buried in my hair.
"Luce, I want you to listen to me, and I want you to listen to me now, alright? Six years ago my name was first entered into the Hunger Games. I was the same age as you are now, twelve. Back then, there was no cousins. I was the only one. Apart from Teddy, of course, but I had only spoken to a few times before." I pause, and look down at her; she's listening intently, watching me as I talk. "That was the first year that they changed the rules. Instead of a boy and a girl, it was just two random children picked out from each district. I was-" I stop for a second, swallowing hard, "I was chosen."
Lucy gasps. This wasn't what she was expecting at all. She was too young to remember when it happened, and it was hardly something I talked about in normal conversation.
"I can't tell you what was going through my brain when I was walking up to the stage. Terror, I think. I don't know. It was like time just stopped. And then something happened. Someone spoke. Somebody volunteered."
I stop talking for a second and check her expression.
"T-Teddy?" She asks, and I nod slowly.
"I'd barely even spoken to him before that. I vaguely knew him through Harry, but…" I shrug, "It was completely out of the blue. I went to see him in the justice building, asked him why. He said it was because he couldn't stand being here and knowing that I was somewhere else. He said he loved me."
She smiles, and I see a bit of the seven-year-old who used to beg me to tell her fairy stories when I came over to babysit. Lucy was always a dreamer.
"The point is, Lucy," I sigh, "If your name gets picked, think of all of the rest of us. Your sister, your cousins. You think James will sit by and watch you go off to the Games? No, of course he won't. You're lucky. You're like me. You've got people there who won't let anything happen to you."
She frowns a little, and looks up at me, "But didn't you feel guilty? Watching him fight and knowing that it should have been you?"
Sometimes, I forget how smart Lucy is. She's a Gryffindor, like me, but I'm sure she should have been in Ravenclaw with Molly.
"Yes." I say quietly, "It was horrible, having to watch him fight, when he got burned by the river."
Teddy's games are widely accepted as being one of the most vicious ever. Rivers of scolding water, mutated vultures that attacked at the scent of just one drop of blood. It was horrible, and I know that I wouldn't have lasted three seconds in there.
Teddy was smart though, he knew exactly what to do, and how to use his Metamorphmagus skills to get himself out alive. For a minute I think of the girl from two. The last tribute left besides Teddy. How he killed her by sharpening his fingernails into points and giving her what looked like a hug until we saw the blood start pouring out of her mouth, and watched Teddy's nails grown out of the front of her chest, clean through her.
Needless to say, he has a gruesome reputation in the Capitol and the other districts. People both fear and envy him.
"Look, Lucy, you're not going to get chosen."
She nods, and gives me one last hug before standing up. "I suppose I should go and see M-Mum and Dad." She says, "They're probably wondering where I am."
I stand up with her and smile. "Try not to think about it too much, Luce, tonight you'll be sat there at home and there'll be nothing for you to worry about. And, all else fails," I shrug, "I hear the Capitol food is fantastic."
She laughs thinly, heading out of the room to where Dom, Rose, Molly, Lily and Albus are waiting. Roxy must have already gone home. Molly takes Lucy by the hand, and everyone files out of the house, leaving me alone with Dommie.
"How do you do that?" She asks, turning to smile at me.
"You know," She says, her brow furrowing, "How do you know exactly what to say to make everyone feel better?"
I just shrug.
"Are you ok now though?" Dom asks, "Do you still want to talk?"
Shaking my head, I look down at the floor. "It's alright," I say quietly, "I'll just have to suck it up and tell him. He'll be angry, I guess, but… things'll turn out ok."
She smiles at me, and heads back along to our bedroom, "Help me do my hair for the Reaping?"
"Sure. No problem."
"Welcome welcome, to the 71st annual Hunger Games!" Comes Effie Trinket's voice as she stands before us, smiling widely, "I trust you're all well?"
No-one replies, and she smiles again, launching into the annual, pre-written speech, explaining the Hunger Games, and what they entail. I only listen to snippets, searching the stage for Teddy, wondering why he's not there.
"…and so The Hunger Games was created; a wandless fight to the death for twenty four children of Panem…"
Glancing around me, I see Lucy, stood at the far back, trembling again.
"Now this year, due to recent events, there shall be certain changes to the rules. And to announce them, I give you our very own President Snow."
Effie is the only one to applaud, gesturing up to the giant screen set up above the stage. It flickers, and suddenly is filled with the white haired, snake eyed Ruler of Panem, our brave and noble leader: President Snow.
He smiles at us all, his eyes staring directly into the camera and making each person feel as if they have been noticed personally.
"Seventy four years ago, there were the dark days." He begins, his voice booming out through loud speakers, far louder than necessary, and making some very young children who don't know better cover their ears and hide. "Uprisings against the Capitol lead to Rebellions, and countless lives lost. After that, the Hunger Games were created, in order to remind each and every citizen of the crimes of their ancestors. Of course, the vast majority listen to this message, but there are some who choose to ignore it." He hisses, slowing down and taking his time on every single syllable.
A shiver goes through the crowd, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Harry put his head into his hands.
"There are some who believe that celebrity status will save them from punishment, or perhaps protect them from the repercussions that uprisings can bring. Well I can tell you now; these people are severely mistaken. In this year's games, I am pleased to announce that there will only be half of the number of contestants. And each and every one shall come from only one district, and within this, one family."
No. No no no.
I hear murmurs through the crowd, and I know that I'm not the only one to figure this out.
"These twelve tributes will each be given a Mentor from Each district, in order of age, and the winnings will go to the district of the Mentor, not the Champion."
There's movement on the stage now, and I see a line of people led by Teddy traipsing onto the stage.
Teddy looks absolutely livid, his hair and eyes a jet black that you never see until he's ready to explode with rage. He's staring at me, mouthing something I can't hear. I have a horrible feeling it might be, "run". But I can't. I'm frozen with horror, staring straight forwards and trying my very best not to look around at my family.
President Snow says some more words, but I don't hear them. I can't hear anything. I can't breathe, I can't move, I can't speak. I'm frozen until the video link switches off and Effie steps cheerfully back up to the mike.
"So, it's time to announce the District Twelve contestants." She takes out a list and carries on smiling, her green curls bobbing up and down excitedly with her head. "Firstly, and mentored by Katrina Gold from District one: Miss Lucy Weasley."
Any doubt any of us had about the plans for this year's games are obliterated as Lucy, finally having stopped trembling, steps up to the stage to stand next to a pretty young woman with shiny purple lipstick. I remember her as being the winner from just two years ago. She doesn't look at all happy about this new arrangement for the Games. In fact she's glaring at Effie, absolute loathing in her eyes. As Lucy reaches her Katrina puts a steadying hand on her shoulder, giving her a small smile and whispering some words of comfort.
Effie is already speaking again, and I try to figure out who's second youngest. Hugo's name is called, and he moves forwards to stand by a giant muscled man with a face contorted into an amused smirk. He clamps one hand down onto Hugo's shoulder tightly, ignoring the fact that Hugo flinches away with terror in his eyes.
More of my cousins are called up. First Lily, and then I bite down hard on my tongue to stop myself from crying out as Louis, my baby brother, walks up to the stage.
Roxy, Albus and Molly are next, and each of them looks as if they're in shock, movements robotic and expressions stricken.
This can't be happening. Everything I confessed to Teddy this morning, all of my worst nightmares have come true and then some. Because never, even in my worst fears did I imagine anything like this could happen. This is wrong. Every fibre of my body knows how wrong it is. The people around me look disgusted, and Laura, a girl who I've been friends with since I was seven and stands beside me now, squeezes my hand.
Rose and Freddie are called up, and then Dom.
She pushes through the crowds to get past, and, as she passes me, gently brushes her hand against my stomach, our eyes locking. She looks only determined.
Then James is called, not taking his eyes of Lily as he walks up, continuing to stare at her as he takes his place.
I know who comes next now. Eleven members of my family now stand upon the stage, and now there's only one left for the Capitol to claim.
"And finally, our tribute to be Mentored by her own Districts Theodore Lupin, we have Victoire Weasley." Effie calls, her voice high and still full of that incessantly cheerful tone.
For a second, I don't move, and then Laura gives me a shove and I stumble forwards, trying not to look at anyone but Teddy. The pain in his face is unbearable.
I step up onto the stage, walking past all of my cousins and siblings, and fall into Teddy's waiting arms. He holds me tightly and I manage to turn to face the crowd.
Mum is crying. And Dad stands holding her, staring at the floor. I see similar reactions throughout the rest of the family. Apart from Harry. Harry is crouched on the floor, his hands pressed against his temples. I wish I could say something to him, but even if I was able to, I don't know what I could say.
"So," beams Effie, "That concludes our Reapings for this year's Hunger Games. Now if our tributes could follow their Mentors into the Justice building?"
We do as she says, and I cling onto Teddy all the way. Before I enter the building, I catch one last glimpse of Dad. He's stood now, and when he sees me watching him, he presses three fingers to his lips and holds them out to me, to all of us, his face like stone.
We walk through the justice building, and I'm too disorientated to know or care where we are when Teddy finally stops.
I look up at him, my eyes filled with tears. I haven't sorted out what's going on in my head yet. I don't know what to think. My family, we're- The words won't fit together, all I end up hearing is one phrase, repeating over and over again: Fight to the Death.
"T-Teddy!" I choke, staring up at him and begging for him to do something, say something, to wake me up and for me to be still there in his house. He'll hold me while I cry, and then ask me if I want to tell him what's wrong. I'll say 'no', and he'll say 'that's ok', kiss me, and hold me until I can function on my own.
But it doesn't happen; it can't. Two peacekeepers enter and gesture for Teddy to leave and go with them, but he doesn't. In fact, the glare he gives them is enough that they back up and leave the room as quickly as possible, the door swinging shut behind them.
I think Teddy is incapable of speech, and as he struggles to form words, I look around, through my tears taking in the room we're stood in.
It's a room typical of the Justice building, high white walls, a few vases containing flowers and a white sofa, the colour scheme a mixture of white, pale pink and Lilac. I don't know why, but it makes me feel nauseous. The colours are so calming and pretty. I want to pick up those vases and throw them against the walls, watching as the lilac roses fall to the floor, ripped and dying.
Flowers. Bloody flowers. All of this happening and I'm thinking about flowers.
"Teddy it's- I don't know-"
I turn back to Teddy, not knowing what else I can do. Surely he must have some answers.
"…'Toire…" He stutters, his voice breaking as he stares down at me. "I don't know what- I mean I didn't know. I swear I didn't know!" His voice rises until it's almost a yell, his hands catching my wrists and squeezing so tightly it's painful. "They didn't tell me! I didn't know! I never- I swear-"
"I-I know," I choke, as calmly as possible, "I know. It's ok. We just need to figure out what to do."
There's a large clock in the corner, and I realise that this is my hour. The hour I get to say goodbye.
Fifteen minutes have passed and no-one's here. I guess Mum and Dad are with Dom or Louis; they'll be here soon enough.
I look back up at Teddy, and see the utter defeat on his face. It's impossible. He can't do anything. I can see him opening and closing his mouth, desperately searching for something he can say to me.
If the situation was different, the answer would be simple, for me at least.
I would go to the games, take Lucy, the youngest, protect her as best as I could, and do everything, including give my own to life, to save her.
But what about the baby?
My general plan before would be to save the youngest, but now I have a duty of care to my child. I can't let anyone hurt it. Nobody is going to hurt my baby.
"But Teddy!" I gasp, twisting my hands into the front of his shirt. "Surely they can't make us- We won't actually try to hurt each other! We can't!"
Teddy shakes his head. "I'm s-sorry Toire, but I don't think so." His hands tremble a little, "Before we went out onto the stage, we had a private message from the President." The way he bites his lip, and his hair and eyes keep shifting colours constantly tells me that he's not going to give me good news. "He told us that we could use any means the Capitol possesses to get our Tribute to comply. Do you know what that means?" He asks seriously.
"Tracker Jackers," I breathe, my eyes going wide with fear.
I only understand the use of Tracker Jacker venom in vague terms, from what I've picked up at school and from previous Hunger Games, but I know what they can do. The venom infects your mind, twists all of your memories so that you don't know who's a friend or an enemy. It can trick you into thinking that your best friend is trying to kill you (which in this case may be true), or your worst enemy saved your life. If they use Tracker Jacker venom on us, then there's no hope for my cousins. There won't be any time for trying to forge alliances. They won't see anything but white hot, angry rage as they charge forwards to rip at each other's throats.
"Teddy, they can't." I say, "Surely the mentors have at least some sense of morality! They must know how wrong this is!"
"Some of them," He shrugs, shaking his head, "Katrina, Palius, Florius... Without a doubt they won't harm your cousins at all. You saw Katrina- Lucy's mentor, the one with the lips. She's not going to do anything to Lucy, I know that."
Only reassured for a second, I look back up at him desperately, "..But what about the ones that aren't so moralistic?"
Teddy shakes his head. "Carnan from two: he has Hugo. The poor kid doesn't stand a chance."
Fresh tears of horror run down my cheeks and he closes his eyes, "I can't remember who they are, but the people who have Eisiam and Lysander are lost too."
I don't know about Lysander, but Eisiam was Louis.
I mouth his name, and Teddy squeezes me tightly. "It's ok, we'll figure something out. I'll talk to Snow myself if I have to, we'll find a way out of-"
I shake my head, "No, Teddy. You do anything and they'll only hurt you too."
He doesn't speak for a minute, and I see him glancing up at the clock. "It's nearly quarter to," He comments, "Your parents should be here any minute."
As if on cue, the door is thrown open and Dad bursts into the room, grabbing Teddy and throwing him up against the wall.
"You little shit!" He shouts, drawing his wand and aiming it straight at Teddy's throat, "I know what you've done you cowardly, pathetic, evil little shit!"
I'm so shocked that it takes me longer than it normally would to jump into action, throwing myself between them.
"Dad!" I cry, my hands balled into fists and trying to push him away from Teddy, "Dad what are you doing?"
"Victoire you get out of my way right now! I have a murder to carry out!"
At least his anger hasn't gotten in the way of his sense of humour.
"No, Dad." I interrupt bluntly, raising my voice, eyes ablaze, "You tell me what you think is going on, because if you think that any of this is Teddy's fault then-"
He laughs and tries to get past me again, "No, Victoire, actually I've just been talking to Dominique. She's been giving me her opinions on who she thinks should win and why."
Panic fills my eyes as I realise what he knows. I can't let Teddy find out. Not now. I can't do that to him.
"Teddy." I growl without turning around, "Get out, now."
He starts to protest but I cut him off, "No Ted. Now."
He complies, touching my shoulder one last time as he backs out of the room. I notice that Mum's not here; probably still with Louis or Dom, or just too distraught to be able to cope with seeing another of her children.
"Dad," I say slowly, "Let's sit down and talk about this rationally. Please?"
He doesn't look happy, but he begrudgingly puts his wand away and follows me over to the white sofa, sitting down without complaint.
"Victoire, please tell me what you were thinking." He begs, "It's bad enough that you lie to us about where you are, but now you're…" He trails off, gesturing down to my stomach.
"I know, Dad, I know. I'm sorry." I can't bear to meet his eyes.
"Honestly, Vic, have you heard of protection?" he asks, "And why didn't you tell me or your Mother, how long have you known?"
"I have actually, for your information, and we used it." I snap back, unable to help being pissed off at him. What's he doing? "And… I've known for a month. How long it was before that I-I don't know."
"Oh Victoire," He moans, "Why? You're just a kid. What was going through your mind?"
I can't help but raise my eyebrows a little at the question, but end up shaking my head and looking up at the floor. "Dad, I appreciate the concern and everything, but right now, I think we have bigger problems than my sex life."
He frowns, "Sorry, love, I'm just… trying to be a Dad, you know?" I can see that he's tearing up, and I put an arm around him.
"Dad, it's ok." I mutter gently, "You can cry, it's alright."
A few tears spill over his cheeks, and he leans forwards to pull me into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, Toire." He murmurs, "I'm just- I mean this is all of my worst nightmares. All of them."
"I know, Dad."
"And I know I act like I'm angry, but.." He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, "I want to be a Granddad, you know? But then there's Dom and Louis and- and it's tearing me apart." He wrenches his hands away from me and smacks them against his forehead. He looks like he's being tortured. "I can't choose between you three. You're everything I've got. And Fleur is just-" He throws his arms up wildly, "She's driving herself crazy, I don't know what she'll do, I'll just have to-"
The door opens and two peacekeepers march inside, "Hour's up." One of them says coldly, "Mr Weasley we're going to have to ask you to vacate the premises."
Dad rises, and I stand with him, giving him one last, long hug, before kissing him on the cheek and whispering, "It's alright, Dad. Tell Mum I love her. And tell Uncle Harry that it's alright."
He nods, and walks away out of the door, passing Teddy and this time, instead of trying to kill him, takes him by the hand and says, "Thank-you, Teddy. Now please, take care of her."
Teddy doesn't say anything, only a small twitch of his head confirming that he'll do as Dad asks.
As Dad disappears around the corner, Teddy walks over to me and pulls me into another embrace, "What-?"
"I'll explain later." I cut him off; right now I'm not interested in anything at all apart from figuring out how I'm going to do it. How I'm going to beat the arena and save my baby and my family. Because this time, the Capitol is not going to win.
Hello everyone! My name's Hannah and I'll be your guide through the wonderful world of my brain. I know that people get attached to fictional characters, and everybody has a favourite next-gen kid, but (no spoilers) don't think I'm going to show any mercy- Mwahahahaha.
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