Harry ran, he ran for his life. Constantly turning and twisting through the vines of the arena. Find Ron and Hermione, find them and hopefully we can form a plan. That was the only thing he was thinking of, beside the fact that he had no idea how even ended up in this hell hole. In the distant, he could hear the scream and pleading of the other contestants, none in which sounded like anyone he knew. His legs started to burn and his side started to cramp. The lens of his only pair of glasses has a long crack from the top to the bottom. He stopped, he had to stop running or he'll die of exhaustion than anything else. Where's my wand? Harry dug his hand in his pocket, in the side of his shoe anywhere that was possible to hold a wand. It wasn't there. How was it not there? He had it with him when he was forced to play in this awful game. No, no I didn't. They took it. Oh no. They took it just before I went up the tube. It was still at the cornucopia. Or at least that's where it should be. Hopefully, no one knows how to use it. They probably thought it was just a stick and tossed it. Harry turned around. He ran a shaking hand through his shaggy black hair.
There was a muffled conversation behind him. Harry turned around. Looking through his cracked lens. How did that even happen? He thought to himself just before he jumped into a nearby bush. The voices grew louder. Harry put his sweaty hand over his mouth trying to conceal his heavy breathing. The footsteps grew louder and closer, he could feel their footsteps through the crunchy leaves. There was a then a noise, a different noise, a noise he has never heard. Harry moved back quickly, pushing himself deeper into the bush. There was a bright light shining at him, a glare. From What? Harry fought the courage to move out of the bush slightly. He saw a long metallic object in one of the boys hand with a faint trace of a red liquid. There was a female next to the boy around the same age as him, like 14 or 15. They stopped walking. "Do you hear that?" the girl said. Her eyes grew wide, just before Harry saw a bright beam of orange light strike her in the chest. A wizard.
"Petrificus totalus." A female said. The boy straightened then fell. Harry crept out of the bush. He peaked up to whoever did the spell. A girl that was average height. She had bushy brown hair.
"Hermione!" Harry squealed. Hermione turned around. She smiled wide, exposing her beautiful buck teeth.
"Harry!" She hollered back, embracing him as she ran up to hug him. "You're okay, thank goodness." He let go of her.
"Have you seen Ron anywhere?" Harry said in urgency. His hands still shaking.
"No, I thought he would have been with you," her voice slightly shaking. She looked at him through glassy brown eyes. She had a small cut across her cheek and her face was a bright red. "Here." She reached into her back pocket. "I grabbed this for you just before I ran out of the cornucopia." She held Harry's wand.