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The Prize	By : Kvarta Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

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Authors note: This fan fic is product of personal challenge. Friend of mine challenged me to write a crossover between my original character and HP character of my choice and to publish it. So, please, keep in mind that this is my first time: writing crossover, writing something that will be posted so everyone can read it. Now, story did end up on AO3 few days ago, but I was additionally challenged, from same friend, to post story here as well.
Also, English is not my first language so sadly, mistakes are possible and probably present.
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THE PRIZE
Long hallway was stretching seemingly endlessly. Soft buzz of electric light that glowed dimly filling the air. Carpeted wall-to-wall floor muffed the footsteps. Young man in his early twenties, run down the hallway occasionally casting glances. Numerous smaller corridors separated from the main hallway, but he run next to them not even paying attention. Finally, he turned in to one of those corridors, speeding up. He made two more turns, now looking more and more wary of the surroundings, looking up and behind him more often than before. He would halt his sprint and hide behind a corner or crouch next to the wall as a saucer looking device glided through the air. On the next turn, he was where he wanted to be.
Hallway looked the same as those he just passed. In fact, that hallway looked the same as all other hallways did in this place, at least the ones in living quarter’s area. One could easily get lost in here if he did not know where he was going. This facility was the largest and most complex establishment in the country, and only one in the country – The Magical Training Facility and Magical Arts Head Quarts (MTF & MAHQ). He frowned; this was not the time for him to ponder on the history of this place. He reached his destination. Counting the doors on the right side of the wall, he paced carefully, still looking above his head and behind.
Impatiently he knocked on the door. No answer came from the other side. He knocked again with the same result. With annoyed huff he waved his hand in the air, with barely audible hum, the door slide open. He swiftly stepped in and waved for door to close, exhaling in relief.
The room he was in was in absolute chaos. Piles of clothes, books and other things scattered all around. In the middle of all that mess was a female, dancing to the tune she could only hear trough her headphones. She was digging through the drawer in a cabinet throwing things on different piles, adding to the all present chaos. He smiled, he could have guessed that she is listening to music when she did not head his knocking. Nearly giggling when she made a disco move combined with basketball throw, a jumper landed on top of a pile.
- Katya. Katya! Katy!!! – he yelled. Woman in her mid-thirties turned around. She had shoulder long chestnut hair with rich shine of dark red wine and dark brown almond shaped eyes. With her features and athletic build, emphasized with her military styled clothes, she looked plain. Smile briefly shone her face lighting it up, but faded fast. She removed the headphones the noise nearly attacked him. – No wonder you couldn’t hear knocking. You will lose your hearing if you keep on listen that noise on that level. – grinned
- I’m so sorry sweetie! How did it go? – she smiled
- Never mind that, you are going, I just heard. You are really going to do that? Why didn’t you tell me? –
- They just notified me too and you were in front of the Committee at the time. I didn’t think that it would be polite. Besides, I knew you would come as soon as you hear. –
- But they granted you! You can finally claim your prize! –
- Yes. – corners of her mouth twitched but her eyes were sad for a moment
- But…will you? –
- What? –
- Claim it. –
- Yes. -
- I… why? Not like you know that man. -
- Ouuu sweetie. Come here. – she called him, turning off the musical device and removing a pile of clothes from bed to the floor, making a room for them to sit – True, I don’t know him, but, when I won the prize they asked me what is my desired goal. And…, I stated my desire and I was sure they would deny me. They didn’t. Even after was discovered that what I want is impossible…they offered me something incredible. I just hate to see it go to waste. –
- But complete stranger! Not from this world, not from this reality! –
- I know. –
- Why him? –
- Sweetie, you know how these things go. The person must correspond to the desired target. –
- I don’t know, then again, such thing was never done before. –
- I know. That is why I can’t pass the opportunity. They granted me my wish not once but twice. I have no choice than to act upon my luck. –
- First time, maybe it was luck, but this…how they can say “no” to you. –
- Whit ease, I’m sure. I’m nothing special. –
- Yes you are. You survived. –
- So did you. Surviving is not an accomplishment. –
- But you are…. Oh never mind. When are you going? –
- Tonight. Gate will be open at midnight. – she replied and his face fell, smile disappeared from his lips and eyes
- I was hoping that you will be here… -
- Sweetie, don’t be like that. Don’t be afraid. Be yourself; don’t try to say what you think they want to hear. Say what it is in your heart and you’ll be fine. –
Young man nodded and sighed, he knew that once prize was granted for claim, thing were out of their hands and dates were decided by Committee. His eyes fell on the tick file. He picked it up and flipped it open looking at it.
- Ok, I guess I get why are you doing this, in general; but…why him? –
- What is the first lesson they teach us? – she asked
- Magic within is like a 6^th sense, she will guide us. We need to rely on it even and foremost if we can’t see reason behind it. - he recite it
- Correct. I spent last year combing through potential candidates. My magic tells me that he is one most worthy of the prize. He is the one. –
- So you say. –
- So my magic says. –
- You did the blind pick. – his brows knitted
- Not once, sweetie, seven times. Seven! I pulled his file every single time. I swear, on few tries his file jumped in my hand, literally. –
- Wow. –
- Mhm. Now run along before they find you here and in this part of the building. You gonna get yourself in trouble. –
He sighed and stood up she followed him.
- Katy, will we see each other again? –
- I don’t know sweetie, I don’t think so. When you pass your final task, you gonna collect your prize and finally be happy. –
- I will never forget you; you know that? I would not make it this far without you. –
- You would. You are the fighter, the youngest one to survive. I wish you all the luck in your new life.
- I wish for you to find luck. – he smiled and hugged her
- Thank you sweetie. – she returned the hug tightly. He stepped back, opened the door; looked left and right, above than run down the corridor.
She looked around the room huffing, with annoyed movement of a hand she conjured several boxes and placed almost all of the mess in them. Picking up old used military bag she packed clothes neatly piled on one chair, adding a pair of winter boots and simple black bale flats. With frown, she paced one skirt, few blouses and one simple cut and calf long summer dress, formal ware or skirt/dress would not be her choice but ruled demanded. Placing her medicine bag on top of it all she market the bag with label “For vault”. She took tree t-shirts, one sweatshirt , two pair of military style baggy pants with multiple pockets and great deal of underwear and shrunk them, placing them in pocket of army trench coat. Shrinking some books, a music player with headphones and one tattered teddy bear she opened the bag and tossed them inside. Room was clear now. Time left plenty before she was due to go. Sitting on the bed in cleared up room allowed herself to relax, causing a dry sobs to shake her body.
Raising her chin, bit in to lower lip to stop it from trembling. She set her heart on this, surviving tree yeas of pure hell, and another two in research and preparations. This was huge victory, huge by any standards and yet she felt like she lost. Picking up the file from the bed she flipped through pages, knowing that every single information she can recite in her sleep, she could probably recite them if someone resurrect her from a grave. Looking at the picture mumbled
- Let us hope that my choice was correct, that I chose wisely. You are not the bastard as big as he was, but let us hope that you are bastard enough. You are important I know that much. If they allowed me something like this, you must be very important. –
The tears threatened to start flowing. Willing them away, she walked in to the bathroom and filled the tub. By her account that was a reasonable and relaxing way to spend time. In four hours, she will begin her journey.
Hours later, she was patiently walking between two guards, feeling a bit like a criminal more than a Prize winner she was. This was a protocol, over years some of less fortunate attempted assignation on winners, she nearly chuckled, if someone did attacked them she would most likely had to defend those two.
They escorted her to the large door, and positioned on each side. She took a deep breath, waiting patiently. Wearing soft leather military style boots, baggy pants, sort of a shirt and army trench coat two sizes bigger, hoping desperately that her look won’t cause problem. Door softly hummed as pneumatic mechanism slide them open. Blond girl with too much makeup motioned her to enter. Entire Committee was there; at least she won’t be sorry to see them go.
Approaching designated circle she stepped in it. Her eyes loomed form faces to her right to the square marked area in front of her. Man with a gray hair, whose age was hard to estimate, cleared his throat
- Miss Katya, we are here to part from our most special and smartest that we have. –
- Thank you Mr. Chairman. –
- Your Prize is considered as claimed from tonight and now on, and it will be administered shortly. I believe that you know the rules, the duties and consequences of your decision. –
- I do. – she nodded eager to finish with this formalities and just go.
- Are you absolutely sure you want to go trough this? -
- I am, Sir. –
- Then I can only say that this Prize program achieved its goal and full potential with you Miss Katya. I am truly sorry to see you go, but it also warms my heart to see that we have most selfless person in our best and most talented. –
- Thank you, Sir. –
- Window will open soon. Before we proceed, it is my duty to inform you about age difference you will experience. The window will stay open for thirty minutes, in that time-frame you have to activate Phase 1 of your prize. If you fail, you are in obligation… -
- With all due respect, Sir, I know all 2648 pages of rule book. Can we just do this? –
- Very well. Anything else? – she waved her head – Proceed. –
She made a few steps toward the other marked area then stopped half way trough
- There is one thing, where is the bin? –
Blonde woman brought a box in front of her. She pulled out an old photograph from her back pocket and looked at it, caressing it gently, before tossing the photo in to the box. Paper disintegrated. Her face was motionless mask, eyes without trace of emotions. Light started to flicker inside square marked area and before she stepped inside Chairman asked her
- Miss Katya, do you want to know the reason why we granted this? Why he is so important? –
- No. – her voice sounded cracked as she stepped in to the light.
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