A Dream Gone Wrong
Harry had just finished his 7th year at Hogwarts and was now onto his eighth, ever since Dumbledore died, Harry, hadn't been able to leave because the death eaters called back all of the previous graduates. If they didn't return to Hogwarts, well... let's not think about that. During his horror-filled days and nights here, his aparating classes have been haunting him, ever since that incident between Bellatrix and Dobby, the poor house elf. There was even this one night, where everything seemed to go wrong just for Harry, to go mad.
Lessons have just started back and the professors have been no good whatsoever to anyone who passes their way. Nightmares, terror, repeat, were pretty much the process of anyone's year at Hogwarts. One night, Harry's dream wasn't like any other, he was at the 36th annual Hunger Games, in the major locality of Panem. As he strategically turned to his side in the same four poster bed, something magical happened. As if he were aparating, Harry, himself, was inside the Hunger Games, the exact same one in his dreams to be exact. But this isn't like any of the Hunger Games he was aware of, or anyone who knew what the Hunger Games were for that matter.
Harry awoke in shock of his dream. But as he merely became adjusted to the light, he realized he wasn't in a dream anymore, he was in the Reaping. Rues name was just called and like he wasn't in his own body, he volunteered for her, as a tribute.
A couple weeks later, it was the last 30 seconds before the games, the countdown, the fear, the pressure. Harry knew what was going to happen by heart. He'd read the book no less than 7 times, and had the whole plan mapped out in his head. I'm Rue he thought, I'll be dead by the time this is over. The alarm sounded and the games began.
The night fell, and not five, but eight cannons this time. This time, things won't be the same, he thought , as he fell asleep.