A/N: This is a drabbled crossover I wrote today, mere minutes ago on a tumblr post and I figured I'd upload it here (I have the account etstoltland on there). Basically I saw a post showing the most used words in the books of The Hunger Games, Twilight and Harry Potter series and it inspired me.
Disclaimer. I do not own Harry Potter nor The Hunger Games.
"My name is Katniss Everdeen," I introduced myself and I sighed as once again, nothing happened. I don't know why I expected it to, maybe it was foolish of me to believe I would find someone who knew me, yet I still hoped I would. If only to know I have a way home.
The one I'd spoken to merely looked at me before he sighed, "Why are you speaking to me? You should know I can't help you, I'm not useful anymore." Harry looked around, or at least I thought his name was Harry, and I shake my head at his words, "I don't believe you."
"Why not?" He inquired, genuinely curious.
I shrugged and Harry stared at me, "I am seventeen years old, maybe I'm supposed to."
That didn't many any sense, though, and I frowned at myself before opening my mouth to speak again. He waited, seeming to realize I had more to say.
"My home is District 12," I told him and he chuckled. I knew why. No one here had ever heard of District 12 before me. I still frowned at him, though, "It is."
Harry said nothing even as another person approached. I hadn't thought to talk to this person before and now I wish I had, it seemed I wouldn't be able to talk with him for long. I laughed softly, if not a little bitterly to myself as they looked at each other.
I swallowed hard before urgently asking him, "Can you help me?"
He shrugged and that seemed like the only reply he would give me as the man arrived and hurriedly spoke to him. Harry blinked at the words but I didn't listen, trying desperately to figure out what could change his mind.
He hesitates as he glances at me, though, and I flinched at the motion, entirely sure he'll leave me alone with my problems.
He looked around before speaking to me, "I'm assuming you were pointed my way and I'm not really surprised, though I should be. I'm sorry, I don't know if I can help you."
I took a deep breath before replying, "They- they told me I could believe in you, that you could do what was normally considered impossible. Please, it's alright if it's not successfull, I just need to know that I tried my hardest."
He looked at me for a while and he seemed to be thinking about it, before telling me, "You'll have to help yourself." I thought I knew why. Help was something he didn't have last time.
"Please, something is wrong. I can feel it," I was begging but I didn't care, I needed to get home. Soon. But he didn't answer me. Instead, he stood up.