Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. I am not going to pretend I do, because what's the point? (That, and I think it's a gainst the law...) This is why I'm writing it as a FANfiction. I also do not own the Harry Potter series or characters. So what do I own? Well, with some help from Da Shrub, I own this crossover idea, sort of. But anyway, I don't own The Hunger Games or The Harry Potter series. So there.

PROLOGUE!

Rhea was bored. Trust me, you'd be bored too, if you lived forever, and all you could control was taking characters out of books. She had just taken Tigger from Winnie The Pooh out, but he was so annoying that she had slammed the book back on him. She was just thinking about how lucky her sister Millie was (Millie could control m&ms and tigers) when a book on her bookshelf caught her eye.

Or, rather, it was the person crawling out of the book that caught her attention. Rhea quickly looked at the book title. It said Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince. And out of the book came a full-sized Neville Longbottom. He was gasping and appeared out of breath. "Sorry," Neville said between gasps, "I was running from Malfoy, and I went into the Room of Requirement, and-" suddenly Neville looked around, "Where am I?" he asked.

"You are outside of your book. You came from this book," Rhea gestured to the Harry Potter book Neville had came from, "And now, you are out in the real world."

"What was I in before?" Neville asked, as his face scrunched up in confusion.

"The Book World. It's all very confusing, so I'm not going to bother to explain it to you," Rhea told him. "I'm Rhea," she said. "I'm the one who has to control this mess. It's tiresome, and boring. I couldn't imagine a worse job. The only job worse is probably Uncle Hugo's. As a punishment, his eternity is spent controlling goose poop. But that's not the point. The point is, controlling book characters isn't all that it's cracked up to be. For the most part, I'm not even supposed to let the book characters out. So could you do me favor, Neville?"

"Uh, sure. What?" Neville asked.

"Oh, nothing difficult," Rhea said casually. "I just want you to bring Harry, Hermione, Ron, and maybe Ginny, Hagrid, and Dumbledore back. Okay?" she said mischeviously.

"How?" Neville asked. He was eager to do anything for Rhea, as long as it meant going book.

"Oh, it's easy. I'll just open the book to page 31, and you go back in. Be sure to come out from page 31, too, or else it won't work."

"How will I know which page is 31?" Neville tried to ask, but Rhea was already shoving him back into the book. There was a pop!and the air over the book shimmered for a few moments, and the Neville disappeared. "That kid is sooo gullible," Rhea muttered under her breath with a smile. "Lucky me..." Of course, Rhea could have brought Harry Potter and pals without Neville, but she didn't feel like it.

Meanwhile, as Neville was looking for his friends, Rhea smiled, as she scanned the bookshelf for one particular book. It was easy to find, because she use a lot. It was The Hunger Games. Rhea smiled to herself and hummed the Harry potter themesong as she scanned The Hunger Games for a good Capitol scene. Then she found it. President Snow was there, as was, Haymitch, Katniss, Peeta, Caesar Flickerman, Effie Trinket, and a wild Capitol audience. Page 129. Rhea set the book open to page 129 on her desk and waited for Neville to come back.

After about 10 minutes, the air above Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince started to shimmer. Finally, Neville appeared, then Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Luna appeared. Neville turned accusingly to Rhea. "You never told me how to get out of the book again!" he said, annoyed. Rhea smirked. She was awfully good at smirking, since she did it a lot to other characters that she had complete control over.

"I thought you could figure it out yourself," Rhea said sweetly. Neville glared at her, but she ignored it. She turned to Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Luna. "Hi," she said. "I'm Rhea."

The five acknowledged Rhea with a small smile or wave. "Anyway," she continued, as she flipped her long, black hair, "Luna, Neville, Ginny, get lost. You aren't important yet." And she shoved the three back into the book as they grumbled and complained. Then she closed the book on them. "You banged my head!" Ginny shouted up at Rhea. "What's your problem?" Rhea smirked.

"Yeah," asked Ron. "What is your problem?" Rhea would've smirked again, but her lips were tired of smirking. "And don't you dare try to smirk at me!" Ron exclaimed. "I hate smirkers. But I love lollipops. Say, Random Lady Who Dragged Us Here Without Our Permission, you don't have any lollipops here, do you?" he asked as he licked his lips.

"The name is Smith, the XIII. And I don't have any of these so-called 'lollipops.' My sister has some m&ms though. Would you like some?" Rhea asked.

"Yes, please Ms. Smith," Hermione said politely.

"Well, too bad!" Rhea exclaimed. "Millie doesn't like sharing! And neither do I!" Harry began to pull out his wand angrily, and Ron, seeing Harry doing it, began to also. But Rhea waved her hand and the wands came flying to her. She smiled. "So, what where you saying, Harry, dear?" she asked in a mocking voice.

"Bloody heck," Ron said in wonder. "How does she do that?"

"Okay, listen here, Miss Rheashopluppa- whatever your name is, you better tell me who you are, and where we are, and why you're so irritatingly powerful, or else, I swear, your really in for it, Miss, I'll-" Harry started to say, but then realized he didn't have his wand with him, because Rhea took it. He growled, and began to fight her the old-fashioned way, when Hermione hurled herself between Rhea and Harry, to avoid things from getting too ugly.

"Okay, fine, I'll explain a couple things to you guys. First of all, call me Rhea. I'm not interested in hearing your muddled pronunciations of my name 24/7. Second, I'm the Goddess of Books. My specialty is book characters, but I can occasionally take an inanimate object out of a book if I want to. Okay, here's the deal. You three live in a book. Now you're in the real world. but not for long. See this book?" The threesome nodded. "You're going to go in there. Why? Because I said so. I'll give you back your wands," she said to Harry and Ron, as she returned the wands to their owners. "Now, just hop into this book, okay?" Rhea asked.

Of course it wasn't okay. "Uh, Rhea?" Hermione asked. "Are you sure this is the book we came from? Because the title of it is The Hunger Games. And that doesn't seem to relate to our lives. This book is called Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Are you sure we shouldn't go into that book?" Hermione was too smart for own good. But Rhea was a phenomenal liar. She had fooled Albert Einstien with a nifty lie once. She could pretty much lie truthfully to anyone.

"Of course not. Now, who do you think knows more about my job? Me or you? I'm positive that this is the book you are supposed to go in. Now hop in, come on." Hermione didn't seem entirely convinced, but Ron accepted it.

"Come on, mate, let's go. Back to our book! We'll be safe at Hogwarts again! Let's go Hermione!" Ron exclaimed. Ron was anxious to get back in the book.

Rhea wasn't surprised. Main characters usually were so critical to the book, they usually didn't belong anywhere else. So, as a result, they ended up feeling antsy, nervous, and sluggish (at the same time) when they were in a different book or in the Real World. It was a sickness called outabookcharrheaitis. Fortunately, Rhea had also found a cure for it, which she usually gave to characters that would be out of their books for a long time. Now, had Hermione been in Hogwarts with her brain not working in slo-mo like it was now, she would've saw the suspicious set-up. But she was being seriously slowed down by outabookcharrheaitis that she couldn't think straight. So she found herself saying, "Yeah, let's go!" instead of, "Are you as dumb as you look Ron? This isn't the book we're supposed to go in!"

"But before we go back to Hogwarts," Harry asked, "Is there any pills you could give us?"

"Yes, of course, Harry!" Rhea exclaimed. She went throught her drawers until she found three bottles of the right medicine labeled: Slow working outabookcharrheaitis cure. She ripped off the informative label, which revealed the bogus label underneath. It read: The Perfect Cure For Any Sickness!. Rhea handed the three bottles to Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Have fun in Hogwarts!" she exclaimed as the threesome were sucked into The Hunger Games. The air shimmered above the book for a few seconds, as usual, and then returned to normal

Harry, Ron and Hermione felt themselves swirling around in complete darkness for two or three minutes. Then they tumbled to the ground. "OW!" exclaimed Ron. "Ginny's right. This Rhea person is Annoying with a capitol A!"

"Ginny is always right," Harry said dreamily.

"Hey, Harry!" Hermione said loudly. "Snap out of it. Where are we? Do any of you two know? Because for once, I don't," she said crossly.

For the first time since they had entered the new book, Harry and Ron stopped griping and opened their eyes (yes, their eyes were closed, no, I don't know why), and looked around. The first thing they noticed was the blinding light. Harry blinked a few times, and eventually his eyes adjusted to the light. He looked around. The first thing he noticed was a huge crowd of hundreds of thousands of people. The whole place was brightly lit up with articial lights that put the Christmas lights at Hogwarts to shame. The three of them appeared to be on a stage, and from what Harry could make out of it, they had totally inturupted some interview of some sort. A tiny girl who must've been no more then twelve sat on a stool is a gossamar dress complete with wings. She was tiny. The man who had probably been interviewing her was someone in a blue dress-robe, like they wore at Hogwarts for fancy occasions, except there were twinkling lights all over the robe. His hair, for some odd reason, was dyed blue, and he had blue make up on to match. A closer look at the audience revealed that, well, the crowd was a bunch of freaks. Their skin was dyed, they had tattoos all over, their hair was absurd, and their clothes were absolutely ridiculous.

Harry sensed they didn't know a thing about magic, yet, they clearly weren't your everyday muggles either. The guy who was interviewing the tiny girl spoke up. "Hello, hello! It me, Caesar Flickerman! You three had quite a tumble there, didn't you? Well, never mind that, take a seat in the crowd, and make yourselves at home!" Caesar said.

"I don't like this, I don't like tis at all," Hermione said in a low voice that only Harry and Ron could hear. But what else could they do? The threesome took a seat in the crowd, and sat back and watched.

Okay! Prologue done! Comment, comment, comment, people! I want to here your opinions! I know it isn't much yet, but I'm working on it!

~SpunkySpartan31