A bit of brief explination as to timeline and POV. The Hogwarts part of this is taking place during the 4th Harry Potter book, Goblet of Fire. The Hunger Games portion is taking place just after the reaping for the 74th Games. The difference in time will be revealed/discussed in subsequent chapters, but yes, there is a ripple in the time-space continuum. The main POV is going to be through Peeta, the other POV that you will see is Gale (how I envision them)...

Panem

We board the train and Effie shows us each to our own private coach. She tells us to clean up and meet in the dining car in an hour. Katniss disappears behind her door and I go straight to the bathroom in my coach, where I wash some of the stress of the morning away. Feeling refreshed, I open the top drawer of the dresser and pull on the first shirt and pair of pants I come across. I doubt an hour has passed, but I head to the dining car anyways.

Katniss arrives into the dining car seconds after I do, but Haymitch and Effie have yet to arrive. We stand in the doorway, in awkward silence for a couple seconds, neither of us sure what to say. The sway of the train suddenly jerks and Katniss loses her balance falling into my arms. I steady her and she apologizes.

"It's okay," I say. "Why don't we just go in and wait for them." She nods in agreement and pulls herself from my arms.

We've taken two steps into the room when the train jerks again and this time we both fall to the ground. The breaks screech and we look at each other in question as the train comes to a stop. We can't be at the Capitol yet I think. And looking out the window I can see that we're in the middle of nowhere.

Effie comes running into the dining car and skitters to a halt just in the door. "Oh, there you are. Nothing to worry about. We've had some mechanical trouble but we should be on our way shortly." She turns on her heels and sprints out of the room, towards the front of the train.

"So," I say, trying to stop the awkward silence from coming back. "Are you and that Gale guy dating?" The straightforward question surprises me, but there's no taking back the words.

Katniss seems surprised by the question too and for a second she looks confused.

"No, not really." She says after a minute. "Why do you ask?"

I shrug and give her a smile. "It just seems like we're about to spend a lot of time around each other so I thought it'd be nice to actually talk for once." She can't deny that she's been avoiding me at school. I think she never noticed me till the day I gave her that bread, but since then, I often find her watching me, almost as much as I watch her.

"Well, we're not a couple. Just hunting partners." She says, and for a second the silence starts to grow. "What about you and Delly?"

Delly Cartright is a good friend of mine. Daughter of the cheese monger, we grew up in town, playing together behind our shops. There's never been so much as a kiss between us.

"No, just friends." I say, wracking my brain for anything else to talk about. I come up with nothing and leave the ball in her court. She doesn't return it and the silence creeps back up.

Haymitch and Effie both enter the car this time, Haymitch looking confused and Effie annoyed. "It would seem that our train is broken and we have to use an old steam engine for the rest of the trip." She is obviously upset at the downgrade in accommodations.

We step off the train and walk to the one which has pulled up in front of it, gleaming in red and gold, with polish on every bolt, steam pouring out of the bright red stack. On the front there is a plaque with the name of the train "Hogwarts Express".

The Hogwarts Express doesn't have the plush quarters of the tribute train but there are several compartments that are comfortable enough. Effie reluctantly selects one and the four of us take our seats. We rock with the steady sway of the train car, which is moving much slower than the last train, and none of us talk. After about an hour of watching the countryside, a thick fog starts to roll in, obscuring every drop of color so that we're practically rolling through a cloud.

The pocket door slides into the wall and all four of us look up, expecting a Capitol attendant, but we find an old lady pushing a cart. "Anything from the trolley dears?" I look at the cart and see an array of candies and treats that I've never seen in the sweet shop; chocolate frogs, licorice wands, every flavor beans, something called a pumpkin pasty and scores of other weird foods fill the shelves of the cart.

"Well, I would like something to eat." Effie says, standing and almost immediately losing her balance and falling into Haymitch's lap. He laughs heartily and gives her a pat on the butt and she squeals in shock, jumping up and glaring at him. "Of all the impertinent- Brutish- You cad!" She checks her wig and smooths her skirt then turns to the lady with the cart, using the wall to support her balance. "What do you have that's low-carb?" She asks, looking over the cart with disgust.

"Low-carb?" The old woman looks both confused and amused. "Honey, it's a sweet cart. Everything on here is made of sugar." If she's giving out candy, I'm on board.

"I'll have a chocolate frog." I say. The lady beams at me and picks one up off the cart and hands it to me.

"That'll be four sickles, deary." She says, holding out an empty hand. Sickles? I can tell she's talking about money, but it's no currency I've ever heard of. I look over to Effie for help, maybe they use something different in the Capitol.

"Sickle? What are you talking about?" Effie says. "We don't pay for anything. Snow pays for all of this."

The old lady chuckles and takes the frog out of my hands. "I don't accept snow, rain, sunshine or anything else. If you got Knuts, Sickles or Galleons we're in business, otherwise..." She shrugs when none of us produce any of her weird money and pushes her cart away, letting the pocket door slide closed again.

"Well!" Effie says, slumping back into her chair. "I will certainly have some words with my people back in the Capitol. I mean, it's one thing for the train to break down, but to stick us on this Podunk excuse for a transport that won't even feed us." Then she trails off muttering about weird staff and sugar.

I turn to Katniss and hold out my hand, "Thumb war?" She looks at my outstretched hand and then at me, then she starts laughing and takes my hand.

"I haven't had a thumb war since grade school" she says, maneuvering her thumb around mine, trying to pin it down. We wrestle our thumbs for a good 10 minutes, me winning sometimes, letting her win other times, but eventually the novelty wears off and we both get bored. What I wouldn't do for a book about now, but there are none around.

A man walks down the corridor ringing a bell and shouting, I can't quite make out what he's saying so I stagger over to the door and pull it open in time to hear "Next stop, King's Crossing, Platform 9 3/4"