A/N: Warning characters are most likely OOC. I've never been all that good at keeping them true to their personalities. :T So this is a Harry Potter/Hunger Games fanfic. I will try my best to actually complete this one. xD

Summary: It's the seventy-fourth Hunger Games and this year, instead of 24 tributes, there are 32. Two from each of the twelve districts of Panem, and two from each of the four houses from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Chapter 1

Katniss

When I got up that morning I never expected the chaos it would bring upon me, and my family—my little sister Primrose, and our mother. It had started out fine, well, as fine as things can be in District 12. I woke up before my mother and Prim, that morning. It was Reaping day, might as well let them sleep in as long as possible before having to face the horrors the day would bring.

I slipped out of my bed (which was actually more like a cot on the floor), and silently pulled on my clothes and shoes. I walked into the kitchen and saw the small wheel of goat cheese Prim had made for me from her goat, Lady's, milk. I grabbed my game bag and the cheese and slipped out the front door.

Everything was silent. Most people were probably in their beds asleep, or laying there dreading when they would have to get up. And since the Reaping began at two o'clock there was plenty of time kill before then. I ran past a few houses, and to the fence between the district and the woods. The fence's electricity was supposed to be on twenty-four/seven, but it rarely was. On the rare times when it was, my best friend, Gale, and I would sit in the woods and wait.

After going under the gap in the fence, I walked to my usual meeting place with Gale. He wasn't there, but only a few minutes later he walked up silently.

"Hey Catnip." He said.

I jumped a little. "Hey."

We grabbed our bows and arrows from the hollow tree nearby, and set out to check our snare line. When we had gotten to the last snare, we already had several rabbits and squirrels, from both the snares, and what had happened to cross our path. We divided the spoils, then set out back to the fence. On the way, I collected some strawberries to sell at the mayor's house.

Mayor Undersee's daughter, Madge, answered the door. She looked very different than she did at school, her hair was up in curls, tied back with a ribbon, she had on a white dress, and a gold pin was affixed just over her heart.

"Nice dress." Gale said.

She pursed her lips. "Well, if I go to the Capitol I want to look good don't I?"

Gale snorted. "Yeah, like you'd be the on going to the Capitol. You're name is in there, what? Five times?"

She looked offended. She handed him some cash and took the strawberries out of my hands. I could understand why he was annoyed by that. He and I had been much less privileged than some in District 12. We had been taking out Tesserae since we were twelve. Tesserae was when you agree to have your name put in more times (one for each member of your family), in exchange for grain and oil for a year. The slips were cumulative, and by the age of sixteen I had 21(?) and Gale, being eighteen, the final year of eligibility, had 42.

"I'll see you later." Gale said.

"Sure."

When I got home Prim and my mother were up. I filled a tub with water and took a bath. When I got out, I found my mother had laid out her blue dress for me. She offered to help me with my hair. Once she was done, and I was dressed, I looked nothing like myself.

Prim was standing in our small kitchen looking extremely small. I noticed the back of her shirt stuck out from her skirt, as did most of her other clothes, since they had been mine when I was twelve. Even several pins couldn't keep it tucked in for long.

"Tuck in your tail, little duck." I said, with a light laugh that only Prim can manage to get out of me.

"Quack." She giggled.

All too soon it was time to go to the square. It's unfortunate that that's where they hold the Reaping, since it's the most enjoyable place in District 12. Kids ages twelve to eighteen were enclosed two in roped-off areas, one for boys, and one for girls. I walked up near the front to where the sixteen-year-olds were.

Two of the three seats on the platform were filled with Mayor Undersee, and the Capitol escort, Effie Trinket. The third was empty, though everyone knew who was supposed to be there. Haymitch Abernathy, the only living victor from District 12. It was his job to mentor the subsequent tributes from the district. As if on cue, there he was, stumbling drunkenly up to the stage, just as the mayor finished telling us all about how Panem rose from the ashes of a continent called North America, and how twelve of the districts lost in a rebellion, and the thirteenth, obliterated. And thus, the Hunger Games began. Only, this year something different was going to take place. A school called "Hogwarts" was sending eight tributes this year.

Effie stepped up to the microphone, barely managing to avoid Haymitch, who was trying to give her a hug. "Well, another exciting Reaping day! Ladies first, ladies first!"

She walked over to the glass bowl containing the girls' names. She walked back to the microphone. I was hoping, hoping it wasn't me. It wasn't me. It was Primrose Everdeen.

I felt like I couldn't breathe, like my heart had stopped beating. I must've started to fall, but a boy caught me. Prim was making her way to the stage, preparing to face her certain death. I couldn't stand it. She would be killed, for sure. I practically ran up to her, pushing her behind me. "I volunteer!" I gasped. "I volunteer as tribute!"

"Well, there is the mater of announcing the tribute and asking for volunt—" Effie said.

"What's the point?" Mayor Undersee said. "Let the girl come up."

I started to walk forward but Prim grabbed onto me.

"No! Katniss, no! You can't go!"

"Prim, let go," I choked out.

She let go. I turned back to see that Gale had pulled her off me. "Go on, Catnip," he said.

Once I was up there, Effie put the microphone in front of me. "What's your name, dear?"

"Katniss Everdeen."

"Well, I'll bet my buttons that was your sister. Wouldn't want her to get all the glory?"

I suddenly wanted to punch her. By the time I'd even had time to think of that she was coming back with the boy's slip in her hand. She read out the name.

"Peeta Mellark."

Oh no, why him? I thought. Why couldn't it have been any other boy? Instead of one, I owe my life to…

Peeta came up. Effie said our names once more, we shook hands, and we were whisked away to the justice building.

Harry

When I woke up that morning, I almost didn't realize what day it was. The Reaping. I had no idea why we were being forced into an idiotic fight to the death. It was crazy. And we weren't even allowed our wands! Doubly crazy! Though, I supposed we simply couldn't let the muggles know about magic.

I grabbed my glasses, and looked over at Ron. He was snoring like a chainsaw. I walked over to him, and nudged him. No response. I nudged him harder. His hand came up, hitting me right on the nose.

"Oi!" I snapped.

"Bloody 'ell, 'arry," he muttered, still out of it. "Gerroff."

"Get up. If you don't you'll miss breakfast."

That got him up and moving. I sighed. Ron, the eternally hungry wizard. Once we were dressed, we went down and met Hermione in the common room.

She looked up from her book and said, "Took you long enough. Lucky, I had my book to pass the time."

"When does she not have a book?" Ron muttered.

I barely stopped myself from laughing.

Once everyone was in the Great Hall, and they had all finished eating, Dumbledore stood and gave the announcement that I'm sure everyone was dreading.

"Well, students. It is time, for each name to be put into the Goblet of Fire. And at three o'clock this afternoon, eight names will be drawn, one boy and one girl from each house. Only the names of second years and above will be put in."

First years cheered, everyone else groaned. I glanced down the table at Ginny. She was scowling into her empty bowl of oatmeal. She was obviously unhappy with the games, as was the rest of the school. I decided I'd pull her aside after breakfast. I needed to talk to her. I needed to tell her how I felt.

"Harry? What are you smiling about?" Hermione asked me.

"Wha-? I was smiling? Oh…"

"You're not very good at hiding your feelings, Harry," Hermione whispered, low enough so that only I could hear. I shrugged.

Once we were back in the common room, it was Ginny who found me. "We need to talk," she whispered as she pulled me into an empty corner.

"What?"

"I have to tell you something."

But it wasn't so much telling as showing. Because before I could say anything, she kissed me. I could feel every head turning toward us, and I could practically see Ron's face turning bright red with anger. It was quite a funny picture actually.

When we broke apart and looked at everyone in the room, sure enough, everyone was staring with their mouths open. Well, everyone except Hermione, who was grinning knowingly. Ron's was red, just as I'd predicted, but he gave a small nod as though saying, "Well, if you must."

I resisted the urge to pump my fist in the air, it just wouldn't have been appropriate. I looked back at Ginny, she was smiling. She quickly kissed my cheek, and then walked off, probably to go to see Luna in the Ravenclaw common room. I walked over to Ron and Hermione, grinning like an idiot.

Ron simply shook his head. "I can't believe you just snogged my sister."

Hermione hit him with her book. "Be happy for him, will you?"

He still looked angry, but he didn't say anything else. Hermione just smiled.

When we were all gathered in the Great Hall, Dumbledore started to speak. "Welcome, students, to the first annual Reaping for the Hunger Games."

"Damn," Ginny muttered to me. "That means we have to do this next year, too."

"The tributes for Hufflepuff are…" two pieces of parchment fluttered out of the goblet. He caught them, flattened them out and said, "Hannah Abbott, and Cedric Diggory."

The goblet had interesting taste in tributes. They walked up, shook hands with their head of house, then walked through a side door.

"And for Ravenclaw…Cho Chang and Michael Corner."

Hmm…Cho and Michael… They went up, and followed Hannah and Cedric through the door.

"And for Slytherin…Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy."

Ugh. Malfoy and Pansy. They followed the others before them.

"And last but not least, for Gryffindor…Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter."

On our names, everyone froze. Ginny looked like she was barely holding back tears, I couldn't blame her. I squeezed her hand, and led her up to where McGonagall was waiting. She looked truly upset that we were picked. We shook her hand, then headed through the door.

A/N: Sorry that Harry's POV was so much shorter than Katniss's. And I know, in Katniss's POV I skipped some details but then it would be like…a billion pages long. xD