A/N: Even though I ended on Harry's point of view in the last one, I'm going to start it from his again. And I think some questions are answered in this chapter…hmm…

Sorry this took so long to get up. Even though I'm on spring break now, I've still got a whole bunch to do. But hopefully I can get up another chapter or two of this. :)

Harry

I was sleeping pretty well until McGonagall came in. Ugh, she had to wake me up so soon? I had barely been able to sleep, and when I finally did, she woke me up. Not fair.

But it was the day of the Victory Tour. We would be going back to Panem, since muggles couldn't come to Hogwarts. Oh well, it meant I could get away from the stares of people who had been friends with the other tributes. They blamed me for their deaths, even though I hadn't killed them.

Before, I'd always been somewhat…popular, I guess you could say, but now a lot of them hated me. It was quite annoying, actually. Is I was just asking a question, they'd say "Why don't you ask Cho? Oh wait…" Or Malfoy, Pansy, Cedric, Hannah—any of them that died, really!

At least Ron and Hermione still like me, although I hadn't expected them not to. They were best friends, they'd never do that to me.

"Mr. Potter, there's someone here to see you."

"Wha? Who?" I grabbed my glasses and put them on.

"You'd better come with me."

Once she left the room, I dressed quickly. I practically fell down the stairs, I was so nervous. Who would possibly visit me that was so important? And so early, too?

She led me up to Dumbledore's office. She told me he'd gone out for a bit, but he'd be back in time to get us back to Panem. We would be taking a Portkey again, but this time, we would go to the train station in District 12, where Katniss and Peeta live. Since they'll be on a train, it makes sense we'd be on it as well right?

A very toad-like woman and a very serious looking man were waiting. Oh no, had failed an exam too many or something? Or had they found out about my helping Fred and George smuggle in some of those Filibuster Fireworks? But how could they? I didn't think anyone knew…

When I stood there for a minute, even after Professor McGonagall left, the woman said, "Sit, Harry. We have much to discuss." Uh oh.

Hesitantly, I sat down. She smiled sweetly, as if we were just old friends seeing each other after a while. This lady was definitely not my friend.

"I am Rufus Scrimgeour. The new Minister of Magic."

"But…what happened to Fudge?"

"Oh Harry, please don't get off topic," the woman said. "I'm Dolores Umbridge."

"Uh, hi."

"Harry, we—" Scrimgeour began. Umbridge had made a small sound. Hem, hem. She cleared her throat again.

Suddenly, she stood, and walked right in front of me. "You were not supposed to live," she said nicely, too nicely. "You were supposed die in there. And if you make fools out of Ministry again…then you might as well say goodbye to everyone you ever cared about."

I wasn't supposed to live? Wait a second…somehow it all came together in my head.

"You! You organized it so Hogwarts would compete in the Games! You did it because you were just trying to kill me!" I was shouting now. "You fixed it so I would be chosen, because you thought I wouldn't make it!"

She smiled. "See, you're very clever to have figure that out." Now she was really pissing me off. I wanted to just reach up and claw her toady little face off, but I figured it'd be more trouble than it was worth.

And now, I had another enemy that would make my life a living hell. She just kept smiling at me. At least Scrimgeour looked like he would've wanted to kill her, too.

She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Well, we'd best be going. Wouldn't want you to be late."

She walked away, Scrimgeour following right behind her. Almost as soon as they were out of the room, Dumbledore popped back in. I jumped.

"I thought you couldn't apparate here?"

"I had to lift the rules for them."

I had to ask him. "Did you know?"

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, as though having to choose his words carefully. Although…maybe he did. "Know what?"

Normally, I wouldn't be angry with Dumbledore, but I'd put up with enough of his crap for almost six months now. "You know damn well what I'm talking about!' When he looked confused, I just walked out. I was so angry.

When I got down to the Great Hall, almost everyone had finished eating, and had headed to their classes or Common Rooms.

Then I realized I'd come back not long before the end of the term. Maybe I could stay with Ron a bit during the summer, it would be better than staying at the Dursleys

Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and I were some of the last people at the Gryffindor table. They had waited for me to come down.

"Ron heard McGonagall get you this morning, what happened?"

"Nothing," I muttered. I had a feeling that if they had wanted Ginny—or anyone else—to know, they would've told them, too. So I would just keep my mouth shut…for now.

They obviously didn't accept my answer, but they didn't push me for more. Ron and Hermione had a free period, so we just stayed in the Great Hall for a while. Dumbledore came in and told us it was time to go. I was still mad at him, though.

We said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and they went to class. Once again, Dumbledore held out an old boot. What was with him the boots anyway? Oi.

Ginny and I grabbed onto the boot, and in a minute we were back in Panem in the "Justice Building" in District 12. And, of course, our stylists were there. Ugh. We weren't in there long before they came up and ushered us into other rooms.

Well, I was at least glad for the warm clothes. Even if we were going to be in a train most of the time, District 12 was freezing. I was surprised. It had been cold at Hogwarts, and there had been snow, but it at least hadn't seemed so cold.

We met Peeta and Katniss at the train station. It was no Platform 9 ¾ but it was alright. Almost as soon as we pulled away from the station, Katniss and Peeta went off to their separate rooms. They both looked mad. I wondered if they'd gotten in a fight or something. Or maybe they were just getting sick of each other…who knows?

Ginny and I just wandered around the train, trying to find something to do. We ended up in a room in the back, where the back opens up, so it's like you're sitting outside. It's pretty cool, actually.

We stayed there for a while, until someone came and told us we could go eat. Good. I was starving.

Surprisingly, Dumbledore wasn't there. But Peeta and Katniss's mentor, Haymitch, was. He was worse than how Katniss had described him. He was drunk. Very. Like that fifth year who'd gotten hold of a bottle of Firewhiskey. It was not pretty. Not at all. He looked as if he hadn't showered in days. Gross. And while we were eating too, but did it actually stop me? Nope, of course not. I couldn't have eaten the food faster if I'd been using a shovel instead of a fork.

We would get to District 11 in the morning. I was surprised at how close the Districts were to each other. Or maybe the train just went super fast. Either way, I was okay with it. The faster we got through this, the faster we'd be able to go home.

At least in the morning I was able to sleep in a bit. When I went to eat breakfast, Peeta was the only one there.

"Where is everybody?" I asked, loading my plate with food.

He shrugged. "I don't know, but Haymitch is probably passed out in his room."

"Ah."

I'll admit, I like Peeta better than Katniss, but maybe that's because he doesn't hate me. We were pretty quiet until our prep teams came in. I groaned. Spending another minute with them would be torture. But at least District 11 was warm.

The woman from the Capitol took us to the steps of the Justice Building. There were banners hanging on practically every building. It was crazy.

We recited the speech we had to present, and we could add something if we had alliances with the other tributes from that District. I tried to think of one for Rue, but I kept ending up with blank parchment sitting there, mocking me. So, I was going up there having no clue if was going to say something or not.

At least Hermione had drilled my part of the speech into my head; I could practically recite it forwards, backwards, and in my sleep. So I could try to think of something at least.

As they started to turn and walk away, I finally figure it out.

"Wait!" I couldn't go without saying something. Rue had saved my life. They all turned back to look at me. I could feel Ginny grabbing onto my arm. "I…I just have to say something. Rue is the reason I'm even alive today." I looked down to where her family was sitting. One of her sisters caught my eye. She looked so much like Rue, it was scary. "I probably would've died ten times over if it wasn't for her." I don't know where I was getting it, but it sounded pretty good.

Then, Katniss spoke up. What she said surprised me. "Thresh spared me. He could've killed me, but he didn't. He refused to play the Games on anyone's terms, but his own. I respected him for that."

Suddenly, someone whistled. I'd heard Rue do those same notes, but I'd never asked what it was. Now, I think I really should have. It took only a minute for others to copy. I looked around at the crowd, trying to find who had whistled. It was an old man.

We turned and walked into the building. Just as we were reaching the doors, Katniss mumbled something and turned back. I heard a thump, and then a gun shot.

I turned to see who it was, but two people in white uniforms were blocking us. One of them was shoving Katniss back using his gun. Peeta put his arm around her, and pulled her away.

"We're going! We're going!" he said.

Ginny grabbed my hand, and pulled me away. Seemed like she wanted to get of there more than I did, which I didn't even think was possible.

"You'd think we were criminals, the way they were pushing us back!" I heard Effie say.

"Did I hear a gun?" Haymitch asked.

"Yeah." Peeta said.

"Come on," Haymitch said. We followed him into a small room.

He turned and practically ripped the microphones off of Katniss and Peeta. Ginny and I took ours off before he could do it to us. He stuffed them under a couch cushion and started to walk away.

"Well? You just gonna stand there?"

All of us had stayed behind. We followed him up several staircases, through different rooms, through hidden doors, I didn't know how he remembered where to go.

"Now, what the hell is going on? All the secrets have to stop." He asked.

"President Snow. He came to my house. Yesterday. He told me if I wasn't convincing enough. He told me I have to convince him." Katniss mumbled.

When Haymitch looked unsurprised, Peeta looked ready to punch someone. "You knew?" He was almost yelling. "You knew and you didn't tell me! You have to tell me, I probably would've messed something up and got us all killed!" He smacked a lamp and sent it flying across the room, where it smashed against the wall.

"I'm sorry," Katniss said. Peeta didn't respond, but he still seemed furious.

I'm not sure why but he turned to me and Ginny. It was as if he knew something had happened to me too. "The school wouldn't have sent kids in to fight if there wasn't a reason."

Why should I hide it? Ginny was looking very concerned, and there was no reason to keep it from her any longer.

"I…someone may have come to Hogwarts yesterday."

He cursed. "What happened?"

Hmm…how to respond without giving away magic...although maybe he already knew. Nah, I doubt it.

"Hogwarts was in the Games because they thought…they thought I'd get killed."

Ginny gasped. Haymitch looked like he understood, even though he knew next to nothing…or did he? I'm still not sure.

Ginny

Harry's personal bit surprised me. I knew he'd cared about Rue, but I didn't think he cared that much. At least his part of the speech sounded good. I kept messing up my words, since I was only half paying attention. I kept having to correct myself.

When we walked back in I barely heard Katniss mutter, "Forgot my flowers." She turned back to get them. The people in white uniforms were blocking her. They were pretty much poking her with their guns to get her back. Peeta wrapped his arm around her and led her away.

I grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him after them. I didn't want to spend any more time there. Frankly, they scared me. I wasn't paying attention to what Effie Trinket and Haymitch were saying. I was looking up at Harry. He looked worried. I was tempted to ask him what was going on, but I was going to wait until we were alone, just in case it was something to do with magic.

"Now, what the hell is going on? All the secrets have to stop." Haymitch asked.

Katniss spoke up. "President Snow. He came to my house. Yesterday. He told me if I wasn't convincing enough. He told me I have to convince him."

When Haymitch looked unsurprised, Peeta looked ready to punch someone, perhaps Katniss. I would've paid a hundred Galleons to see that. "You knew?" He was yelling now. "You knew and you didn't tell me! You have to tell me, I probably would've messed something up and got us all killed!" He smacked a lamp and sent it flying across the room, where it smashed against the wall.

"I'm sorry," Katniss said. Peeta didn't say anything, but he still seemed pretty mad.

Haymitch turned to me and Harry. "The school wouldn't have sent kids in to fight if there wasn't a reason."

"I…someone may have come to Hogwarts yesterday," Harry admitted. Oh God. That must've been why he was so on edge.

Haymitch cursed. "What happened?"

How was he going to respond without giving away too much about magic? That was going to be tricky.

"Hogwarts was in the Games because they thought…they thought I'd get killed."

Well then, they must be idiots. He survived the Killing Curse when he was a baby! The Hunger Games wouldn't kill him. Even though they almost did…Some part of my brain reminded me.

Haymitch turned to me, but I shrugged. Nothing that bad had happened to me. Actually, almost nothing had happened to me. Except sending owls home to my parents.

The rest of the night was a blur. People kept coming up to us at the most inconvenient times, shaking our hands, hugging us, congratulating us, wishing us well. By the end of the night I was ready to sleep.

But when we got back to train, I couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts were running through my head, and I couldn't make enough sense out of any of them to make them go away. Suddenly I heard someone yelling. It was Harry, it had to be.

I got out of my bed and followed the sound. I opened the door and slipped inside. He was thrashing around so much, I was surprised he hadn't fallen off the bed. I went over and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Harry?" When he didn't wake up I shook him. "Harry! HARRY!"

He sat up, practically knocking me to the floor. "Wha? Oh…sorry. Wait, why are you in here?"

"You…you were yelling. Are you okay?"

He sighed. "Just…Just a bad dream."

"Sounded more like a nightmare," I muttered.

"Yeah, it was."

I didn't pressure him. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to know. I sat down on the bed next to him, and he put his arms around me.

"This is going to be a long Victory Tour." I sighed.

"Yep," he agreed.

The rest of the Victory Tour was mostly a blur. Nothing happened, we fell into a kind of a pattern. Get up, eat, get ready, speech (with no more personal bits), dinner in the Justice Building, train, then repeat. Over and over until the Capitol.

I must say, the Capitol looks much more impressive under pleasanter circumstances. Although, the colors did seem a bit too bright. There was a full blown party there, plus the interview before that.

The questions were completely shallow, like what we did in our spare time now. Katniss designed clothes—although I could see right through that with the face she made when she said it, Peeta baked, and Harry and me? We still went to school. That's why were at Hogwarts. Our free time had basically been spent together, and with Ron and Hermione since all the rest of the time we'd been in class or I'd been studying for my O.W.L.s.

When he asked Peeta if he had any plans for the future, Peeta got down and asked Katniss to marry him. Although to me it seemed a bit staged. Katniss of course said yes. The President himself even made a surprise visit to congratulate them.

Caeser turned to Harry. "No more spontaneous proposals?"

Harry laughed. "No, no. Not quite yet." The way he said that made it sound there would be one, and soon too. Even though I knew it probably wouldn't, it made my heart skip a beat.

The interview carried on for a while. But once it was over, we went straight to the party. I'm not quite sure where it was, but it was very fancy. The place was decorated in every color imaginable, and the food was to die for. Harry and I just roamed around, trying out bits of this, bits of that.

Sometimes we were approached by people, but mainly we were left alone. Thank God, I didn't think I could stand another whiff of someone's alcohol-smelling breath. Practically everyone there had been drinking, and most had had way too much.

Thankfully, it seemed to go quickly, even though it was probably about midnight. When we got back to the train, and I was in my compartment, I fell asleep almost immediately.

District 12 was last, since it was Katniss and Peeta's District. They told me their District was pretty poor, so the Capitol was paying for it, or something like that. This should be interesting.

There was a dinner in the mayor's house, which was much bigger on the inside. The dinner was pretty much like the party in the Capitol, except almost everybody was from District 12.

I met Katniss's friend, the mayor's daughter Madge, and Peeta's brothers. They were the only ones that ever came up to me. All the rest were just milling around. I couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts, at least they were more friendly there.

Once the party was over, Harry and I went to go find Katniss and Peeta. We'd see them at the next Games, when we'd be mentors. Even though we'd probably watch them get killed…

"Hey," Peeta said. "You guys gonna leave?"

"Yeah," I said. "I guess we'll see you again, though."

"Yeah, but of course it'll be at the next Games in the Capitol." Katniss grumbled.

"Of course," Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes.

We said goodbye and went outside, where Dumbledore was waiting. He hadn't been inside, but yet he was there. Huh. Maybe he'd been hiding out in the train.

This time we just apparated, since Dumbledore didn't have another old boot. At least the apparition ban had been lifted from the Great Hall so we could just go there instead of having to go to Hogsmeade first.

Everyone cheered. I saw Ron and Hermione in the front with Fred and George. They came up to us immediately.

Hermione was hugging me so tightly it was hard to breathe. "We're so glad you're back," she whispered.

"Can't…breathe…" I managed to get out.

"Sorry," she muttered. But she did let go.

"Well, who would've thought our baby sister could be so brave…" George said.

"Oh yes, brave enough to be with muggles for so long," Fred finished.

Ron started laughing uncontrollably, which made the rest of us laugh.

We spent the rest of the night in the Common Room playing Exploding Snap and Wizard Chess. It was fun. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed Hogwarts until I actually got back.