AN/ Hi guys hope you enjoy this crossover! I wrote the majority of it for NaNoWrimo 2014 and got 50k words written! It's not finished yet but I wanted to get the process started! I wrote this fic because I've been desperate for a good Jily Hunger Games crossover and couldn't find one and so decided to write my own. I was inspired by another Jily Hunger Games crossover that hadn't been updated in a long time and the first chapter kind of follows the same sort of plot. I'd love to give this person some credit for the idea but I cannot for the life of me track down this fic. If you know of it please let me know so I can give credit where credit is due. Also on another note I don't own the characters of the universe. Credit for each goes to JK Rowling our most gracious queen, and Suzanne Collins. Reviews make me happy J

The air surrounding her bed was cold as the girl silently slipped out from the blankets, that she was sharing with her sister. It wasn't often she disobeyed her parents and felt a twinge of guilt in her chest as she pulled on her boots and put on a jumper over her nightgown. They'd agreed to meet at midnight, under the big tree about one hundred metres into the wild forest that hadn't yet been harvested. It had seemed daring and adventurous at the time, like something a hero in one of the stories her dad told her about would do. She crept slowly across the wooden floor, pausing at every creak, but no one stirred. Her parents were worn out from working all day no doubt, not to mention their secret meetings that stretched on into the night. In fact it was lucky that her parents were even in bed at this hour. The blue light of the moon shining through the window illuminated her path as she made her way towards the door. It was a small house and her and her sister slept in the main living area that coupled as their kitchen and eating area. Their parents of course had their own small room off the main area of their cramped house.

When she reached the door she turned the handle slowly and was relieved when the normally creaky door remained quiet. It was a good job she had thought to oil it earlier in the day. Another few seconds and she was outside on their street. The moon cast shadows in places that were normally lit up, giving everything a slightly ominous feel. She turned towards the forest, sticking to their shadows as she crossed the main square and the merchant area of the district.

Relief flooded through her as she saw the trees in the distance, slowly growing larger. Feeling more secure she broke into a run, pushing for the cover the trees provided. As she reached the safety of the foliage she leant against a steady trunk to catch her breath, her eyes looking out for their meeting point. Her eyes fell upon it further to her right and she walked slowly towards it, watching where she placed her feet so she didn't trip on any hidden roots. As she neared the tree, her heart started to beat faster, because what if he wasn't there, what if he'd abandoned her in the woods alone at night. But no, she could make out his messy hair silhouetted against the tree. The small boy was sitting on the ground and looking down towards his hands that rested in his lap, as if he was looking at something in them. A snap of a twig under her foot caught his attention and his head leapt up, looking in her direction, for the source of the noise. Catching sight of her red hair illuminated in the moonlight, his shoulders seemed to relax. He waved, shoving what he was holding in his pocket and the girl smiled and quickly skipped over to join him.

"Did I scare you Potter?" she teased as she sat down next to him.

"No," the boy said defensively. He seemed to stop and think for a second before adding, "Maybe you made me jump a little, but it was really really obvious it was you because your hair is so bright!" he said tugging on a strand of it with a smile.

"Ha ha" the girl said with a roll of her eyes and after a moment's thought added, "Maybe I should've covered my hair"

The boy shook his head, "It doesn't matter Lily, I doubt anyone will notice we've gone anyway" he smiled.

Lily found his grin contagious and couldn't help but let out a giggle. "It feels bad to be out at night" She could imagine her mother's reprimands if she found out. "But they're all so stressed out and tired nowadays they probably all just fall asleep straight away." she paused. "James why are the grown ups so worried?" she asked looking up at him with her too big for her face green eyes. "They're always telling me and Petunia to stay inside once its dark, but they never really tell us why"

James thought for a minute before saying, "I think there's a war." he chewed his lip, "My Dad says that they're fighting to make our lives better, that the people in the Capitol are taking...taking advantage of us in the districts."

There was silence between the two 9 year olds for a minute before Lily piped up in a quiet voice, "Are they scared because they think we might lose?" she asked.

"I don't know" James said staring at the ground, drawing shapes in the dirt. "They might be"

The two children stayed lost in their own thoughts for a few minutes. Lily's hand crept across the gap between them and found James' already headed in her direction. They held tightly to each other as they contemplated what their little world would be like if they lost.

James broke the silence first. "I've got something for you" he murmered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out what looked like two rope necklaces. "I made two, one for both of us so everyone would know that we're best friends." Hanging from the two lines of rope were wooden ovals. "I found some wood from the incinerator pile and made it round and smooth." he said, a hint of childish pride in his voice. He handed Lily one and she ran her fingers over it

"Wow James, that's really clever. I like it a lot" she turned it over and saw he's also carved a flower into one side of the pendant. "And you did a flower too for Lily!" she exclaimed, delighted that he'd taken such care.

"I did a flower pot on my one" he said, showing her his own.

"Can I carve something on it?" Lily asked. James nodded and handed her a small knife from his pocket and his pendant. With great care but slightly clumsy strokes Lily carved two sets of initials at the top of the wood. JP + LE. "Now we'll always know they're ours" Lily said, "I'm not very good at carving though"

James grinned from ear to ear, "It's brilliant Lils" he said, taking the knife from her. "Let me do yours!" he said delightedly.

When he was finished he placed it around her neck with a flourish, "There" he said.

Lily giggled and leant over and kissed his cheek before placing his around his neck, whilst James sat in shocked silence, a smile teasing at his lips. He reached for her hand again and they sat in companionable silence for a while, looking up at the stars through the branches and leaves of their tree.

Suddenly a dark shape crossed the moon, casting huge shadows on the already dappled forest floor. James and Lily both jumped slightly at the interruption. "What was that?" James asked quietly.

"I don't know" Lily said, but as she spoke a dozen or more shapes the same as before crossed the light. Lily jumped to her feet pulling James with her as she did. Her gaze drifted towards the town, and their houses.

Booooom!

A burst of orange light broke the darkness in the distance, swiftly followed by more without stopping. They looked at each other's faces, now cast in the orange light and without a word to each other broke into a sprint for their homes. As they reached the square the noise assaulted their ears afresh, this time mingled with screams and shouts as people fled their burning homes. The people now lining the streets and huddling together didn't notice the small children running for their lives towards the flames and their own disasters.

When they reached their own street the cacophony had reached new volumes, the level of damage already clear. They dodged screaming people as they searched for their own families.

"James! James!"

They heard the cry from behind them and slowed, turning round and spotting James' mother and father running towards them. "Mum! Dad!" he cried, letting go of Lily's hand to run to them. Lily followed behind, and reached them as they pulled their son into an embrace.

"Have you seen my family?" Lily asked, desperately. Tears ran down Mrs. Potter's ash covered face, leaving grey streaks. She pointed further up the road and returned to her son.

Lily turned away, desperate for her own family, her heart in her throat, the heat from the burning houses stinging her face and legs. As she neared her house she spotted her mother and sister huddled together, watching their smoking house. "Muumm! Tuney!" Lily shouted, running to them.

Hearing her voice the pair looked at her, their faces shocked. "Lily? LILY!" shouted her mother scooping her up in her arms and holding her close. "We thought you were in the house, WHERE WERE YOU!? I TOLD YOU NOT TO LEAVE THE HOUSE AT NIGHT! Oh I was so worried!" her mother yelled, her cries muffled as she held Lily close.

Lily pulled away for a minute. "Where's Daddy?" she asked.

Petunia, her night gown singed, tears spilling from her eyes was the one who spoke next, "He went back into the house to look for you!"

Lily turned to the burning house and pulled out of her mother's grip, running towards the fire and smoke. "DADDY! DADDY!" she yelled.

"LILY NO!"

"STOP"

"YOU CAN'T!"

Lily heard their shouts but continued anyway. She had to find her father, she had to let him know she was OK, she had to make sure he came out of the house. She entered the house, cringing away from the flames and stood mesmerized by the flickering for a moment before feeling a small hand grab her wrist, "LILY WE HAVE TO GO!"

Lily looked up to see James was pulling her out of the house, "NO! MY DAD!"

James pulled her away with a strength you wouldn't expect from a nine year old, fighting against a hysterical child his own age. They emerged from the house coughing and spluttering, their lungs desperate to get the smoke out of their system. Lily's mother pulled her tight against her, holding her straining arms. She noticed James' parents were doing the same to him.

Lily kicked and screamed against her mother's grip, "DADDY! LET ME GO! DAAADDDDYYY!"

With a resounding crack, their little house collapsed in on itself, succumbing at last to the fire.

"Lily He's gone, he's gone, Lily stop, please Lily stop" she heard her mother choke out through her sobs. She turned Lily around to face her and the little girl sobbed into her mother's chest, the tears surprisingly hot against her burning cheeks. No. He couldn't be gone. He couldn't. It was all her fault. All her fault.

Lily looked up from her mother to see peacekeepers pulling families away from the burning wreckage and towards the district centre. Suddenly one of them loomed over them, pulling and pushing at Lily's mother to move. She grabbed hold of her two girls and allowed them to be herded into a sectioned off area. Lily searched around desperately for James. "Where's James, where is he?" Her eyes searched frantically until she saw him across the square in another sectioned off area. "James!" she cried, ripping herself out of her mother's grasp, running towards her best friend, dodging the arms of peacekeepers. Hearing her shout James turned and attempted to push towards her too, "Lily!" he yelled. But peacekeepers were already holding him back. Lily managed to get a few feet from him before she was pulled away forcibly by peacekeepers. "NO!" she yelled. "JAMES!" she reached out her hand to try and touch his fast retreating fingers and managed to touch them for a split second before they were separated and returned to their sections. "No! Please!" Lily cried, tears falling down her cheeks in earnest.

"Shut up!" yelled the peacekeeper, hitting her across the head and depositing her back with her mother, "Keep control of your child or she'll be punished!" he barked. Lily's mother pulled her back towards her but Lily turned back to the figure in white, "What's happening, what's going on! Where's he going!?" The peacekeeper turned slowly back towards her and grinned maliciously, crouching down to her level. "You lost" he said in a quiet voice, laced with menace. "The Capitol has crushed your little rebellion. All around Panem the districts are being brought back under control." he smiled, "And you're being relocated to different districts. You will never see that boy again; you will never hear from him again, you will have no contact with the other districts. And you will be punished for your rebellion. Now be a good little girl and get in the lorry with your mother and sister" With that he turned on his heels and strode off.

Loaded into the lorry like cattle, all squashed against each other Lily allowed her mother to hold her and her older sister whilst she cried, staring at the side of the lorry as if it would bring back their world. Lily's gaze locked with her sisters. Her face lined with tear tracks there was only anger in her eyes as she looked at Lily. "It's your fault he's dead" she spat out before turning away from her sister.

It's my fault, Lily thought, her hand clutching the only thing she could, her rope necklace, her fingers tracing the carvings.

It's all my fault.