A/N: I have horrible writer's block for my other story on Fictionpress (by the way, I have the same username… come check it out!), so I'm starting a new Harry Potter/Hunger Games crossover. The chapters will be very short, between 400 and 800 words most likely, and I will tell the story in a very odd way: whoever's POV I use will die next. Just so you're warned. The characters are a little bit OOC, but I'll try to limit that. Rating is T because, well, it's the Hunger Games. There's blood. But there's no harsh language/suggestive themes.

"Ginevra Weasley," Effie Trinket squealed into the microphone. "Come on up, Ginevra, you're our female tribute! Congratulations!" Ginny froze, shocked but not scared. It took more than twenty three armed teenagers hell-bent on her destruction to faze her.

Ginny Weasley had always had a morbid fascination with the Hunger Games. She detested the fact that innocent children were murdered, of course, and she'd never volunteer. But she was chosen now, and how bad would it be to escape the life she led here in District Twelve? She was fifteen years old and hadn't accomplished much of anything at all. That was wrong, surely. Fifteen years was a long time. The Games, at least, would give her a chance to do something.

And so Ginny walked up the stairs with her head held high. The walk stretched in front of her; the faces she'd known since she was born blurred and became part of the gray background. They weren't important anymore. Only this walk, away from her life above a pharmacy and toward death or glory, mattered now.

She felt like she'd been traveling for miles when she reached the elevated platform in the centre of the Square. Effie Trinket stood out in sharp relief against the dull surroundings; every part of her was bright pink from her clothes to her hair to her eyes. Only she was real now. With odd detachment, Ginny saw her mother sobbing, and though it twisted her heart, it was only in the same way it would if she were watching it in a movie. Her mother wasn't real anymore.

Ginny looked coolly over the crowd. No one said a word or attempted to make eye contact with her. That was fine. They weren't real anyway.

Effie, smiling brightly, crossed the stage to the boys' ball. She reached her hand in, swirled it a few times, while the audience watched without breathing. Ginny could see now that none of the boys, despite their boasting, actually wanted to go. Pity for them.

But it wasn't like they were real anyway.

"Mr. Harry Potter! Congratulations, you're our District Twelve male tribute!" Harry Potter. He was real now. A small black haired sixteen year old, from one of the families who lived in the Seam but traded illegally in the black market, leaving them better off than many. Katniss Everdeen had been one of those, thirteen years back. She'd been the one who had popularized the illegal hunting. The Capitol, who had had bigger fish to fry at the time, hadn't even noticed. How sad.

Ginny appraised him silently and blatantly. She didn't know him well enough to judge if he was a threat, but he was scrawny and none too bright looking. She placed him low on her list of things to worry about. However, he still placed. He was one of the few people who were still real.