Disclaimer: I am not Suzanne Collins, therefore the Hunger Games Trilogy does not belong to me.
Chapter 1
"I need to go out and clear my head," Harry said, wanting to get away from Ron, his supposed best friend.
"Don' try an' walk 'way Harry!" Ron said, going to grab Harry's arm. Harry spun around and looked Ron in the face. He could smell the Fire-whiskey on Ron's breath.
Voldemort was gone, for good, and Harry had foolishly believed his problems were over for the most part. He hadn't thought that Hermione would dump Ron and kick him out on the street.
Ron couldn't afford his own place, and his ego was too big to allow him to move back in with his parents, so he had decided that he would move in with Harry.
Harry hadn't gotten a say in the decision, as he had been in Las Vegas with George, trying to get the young man back to the way he was before the death of his twin. Harry had come back to a hung-over and unwanted room-mate.
Harry had taken a few bottles of Fire-whiskey home from Vegas, and it was the 300 galleons-per-bottle stuff too. Several months' worth of booze gone within weeks, thanks to Ron. He had just finished off the last bottle when Harry decided to leave his own flat.
"I can bloody well do what I want, Ron. This is my flat, my booze," at this, Harry ripped the empty bottle out of Ron's hand and threw it in the recycling bin. "and my life. If I want to go out for a walk, then I'll bloody well do it."
"Yur spos't tuh be my best mate, Pot'r. You shou'd be helpin' me out mate." Ron slurred.
"No Ron. You ruined your chances with Hermione, and you are the one drinking your life away. I took you in, against my better judgement, so as far as I'm concerned, my job is done. If you want support, go home to your mother." Harry said, before slamming the door in his drunken friends face.
Ron glared at the door. He looked out the window, and saw Harry exiting the building through the front door. Without thinking, he picked up his wand, opened the window, and shot the only dark curse he knew at Harry. The curse hit Harry the second he disapparated.
Author's note: Hey people! I know that I probably shouldn't be putting a new story up at this point, seeing as how I've paused one of my other stories, but I have so much of this story done, that not posting it has been killing me. I wrote this first chapter on my iPhone, so don't judge my poorer than normal grammar. I will NOT be writing Harry the way he is in canon. Same goes for Katniss, and anyone else who I can't capture the personality of. Read and Review!