*Authors Note - Please notice that yes, this is a crossover between The Hunger Games and Harry Potter, I had to put it under the category of just Harry Potter to show the ship being used. And yes, it is rated M for the following later reasons; smut, blood, gore, etc. Also, I made up Abigail, Hermione doesn't have a sister. If you have any further questions let me know. ENJOY!*

I awoke on the stone floor, from yet another dreamless sleep. As my eyes opened I began to wonder why that was. Why wasn't I dreaming? Was it because I had just run out of all my imagination? I'd hope not. Dreams are what I looked forward to at the end of each day. They were like my last hope. The things I could use to hopefully bring light into my dark world. But they didn't want to show up lately and it always made me wonder where they were hiding. Had someone stolen my dreams? If so I would have to find out whom.

There was a rustle to my right and I looked, it was my sister in the bed with my mother, Crookshanks was there too. My fat, orange cat with a disgruntled face that looked like he had been hit with a pan and the damage was permanent. Why I had chosen him all those years ago? Maybe it was the helplessness I saw in his eyes. Or the pitiful look he wore as he knew no one would be bringing him home. So I picked that fat cat right up and took him back home to Abigail. That way she would have a friend while I was out practicing my witchcraft with Ron. I smiled as I looked at the trio on the small, tiny bed. They looked so crammed on there, but at least they would be warm. There weren't any heaters for us to use in the houses everyone lived in, so your best bet at sleeping warmly was with someone else or a thick blanket. Which were kind of hard to come by so you'd just buy a bunch of thin blankets and use them.

After I was done looking at my only family I sat up as quietly as I could, trying not to wake anyone up. I went over to my drawer that I shared with both my mother and sister, reaching in to grab my scarf and wand. I needed to be wary of the temperature outside. It was surely going to be a little cold out there, because we were headed out of winter. Then I put my shoes on slowly and put my wand inside my right boot, the feel of it so familiar against my skin, so familiar and welcoming. If I ever lost my wand, in any way, whether broken, stolen, whatever the matter may be, I don't know what I'd do. It's like my life-line for a lot of things. Like now as I prepare myself to go meet Ron, you never know who, or what will randomly snatch you up. There are flesh eaters out in the woods and because the fence isn't turned on for what…three hours a day, something could easily attack. Or a hormonally crazed maniac could snatch you up and drag you off to his place, or somewhere else and…well, I don't think I have to continue. Then my thoughts are interrupted by a slight movement and a small grunt, coming from the bed. I turn around and look in that direction to see a slowly rising Crookshanks. "No," I whisper harshly at the ugly, orange blob of an animal, "Lay back down you stupid cat!"

Crookshanks lets out a muffled meow as he looks at me, like he's trying to tell me know, but he can't seem to form the words because of his stupid disgruntled mouth. Oh god, I think, Why? Why did I have to choose such a stupid cat? Another meow came from him as he stood up and stretched his stiff muscles, as if it were any use anyways with his age. I made a cut throat motion at him as I tried to make him stop all the noise he was causing. What was I doing? Cats don't understand people's requests, sometimes. Which came in handy sometimes, you didn't literally want a cat or a dog or any other animal to kill someone. Thoughts raced through my head about what I should do. Then it snapped, I pulled out my wand as quickly as I could and pointed at him reciting the spell, "Petrificus totalus."

There was a low rumble in his throat as I watched his body go completely still, the breath I was holding back was finally able to release as I watched him become frozen. Abigail and my mother would be able to free him from his paralyzed state very easily. So I didn't pay it too much mind as I now saw Abigail rustle slightly in her sleep. My eyes widened at this sight and I leave the house immediately.

When I'm out of the house I let out another sigh of relief as I tuck my wand back into my boot. Now it was time to go meet Ron. He was probably already out there skipping rocks, but then again, he didn't seem like leaving me alone much anymore. So it was probably best to go stop by his house to check and make sure first. I make my way down to his house, looking around at the rest of the houses, comparing them even though they are nothing but the same to me. All poor and poverty ridden, that was District 12 in a nut shell. No electricity, no heat, unless you built a fire or during the Capitol's stupid Hunger Games, which weren't actually stupid, more terrifying than anything. And that brought up the thought as to why it was so quiet today, but I remember now. Today was Reaping day.

Every year the Capitol takes on boy and one girl from each District to compete in the annual Hunger Games. A tradition set up by the Capitol after a huge rebellion against them. It's something, in my opinion that tells us, "Hey! Look at us! We rule this world and to prove it, were going to take your children between twelve and eighteen and make them fight to the death on live television for you to watch!" Of course this was the meaning for a lot of people, especially those of us in District 12 who never had a Tribute win. Well, except Snape and Umbridge, but that doesn't matter right now. But in the Hunger Games you're either the hunter or the hunted. The way they choose this is through a random drawing system, kind of like a lottery, and the older you are, the more often you have to put your name in the bowl. They also have a tesserae, which is where you put your name in an extra time to get some grain and oil for yourself and your family. My name has been in there so many times as Ron's, I can't even remember the number anymore; I stopped counting at 40…. I wouldn't be surprised if either of us got picked at this next Reaping. I just hoped it were me and him, not him and some other girl, or some other guy and myself.

Speaking of Ron, where is he? I can sense something behind me, and I want to say it's the presence of my dearest friend, but I was grabbed from behind and my mouth was covered. I knew it wouldn't take them long enough to finally find out what Ron and I were doing in the woods. We were lucky that the people here bought our things, but what if we got a new Peacekeeper? When I took a whiff though, this Peacekeeper smelled different, nothing like I thought Peacekeepers from the Capitol would smell like. He smelled like dirt and various other things from the woods. "You're in big trouble young lady," he said and I relaxed myself, knowing who it was.

I bit his hand lightly to make him let go of me, when I did so he called out as he held his hand, being a little overly dramatic with all of it. "Oh don't be such a baby," I told him as I turned on my heels to face him, "You deserved it if anything Ronald, for scaring me like that."

I gave him a light tap on the shoulder as a smile swept across my face while we joked around with each other. "I was just playing around Hermione," he said with his own smile, "You didn't have to go and bite me."

"To make you let me go I did," I stated simply as he stopped messing with his hand, "Shall I get the bow?"

Ron and I have had to share the same bow since as long as we both could remember. Although it is my bow, because my father gave it to me before died, and I shared it with Ron because well, he couldn't afford one and it would take too long to make one. He was more of a trap setter anyways, so luckily he didn't want, nor need, my bow too much. "Yes," I told him.

He ran off to go get it almost immediately and I was now left outside his house, alone. The only disadvantage of being alone right now was the silence. Sure, being out in the woods silence was absolutely needed. But in town? It was odd and put me on a slight edge, but I knew why it was so quiet. Today was Reaping day and despite the much glory the Capitol gives it, in District 12 and several other Districts, they were a day of death. All of us will gather up in the square in a couple of hours and watch as names are pulled, hoping and praying that us or the ones we love don't get chosen. Some of us are lucky to not even get chosen ever in our lives. They choose one boy and one girl between the ages of 12 and 18, inserting their names into the Reaping jar. Some get lucky, while some face a fate worse than just death. Each year you add another name to the pot, and tesseraes I have entered, I can't even remember the amount of times my name had been entered. I refused to let Abigail put her name in more than she had to, so that meant no tesserae for her. Ron had the same thing done for his little sister Ginny.

Just as soon as I finished processing my thoughts I saw him. Draco Malfoy. The pureblood prat that I absolutely despised! He looked different this morning…. Well, he always looked different everyday ever since he helped me. It was a cold, rainy winter day and I wasn't able to go out to the forest with Ron because he had gotten sick, and that was our rule, go together or never. So I decided to go into town and buy some bread or something for my family. I went into the bread store and just my luck, Malfoy was working the front…. I swallowed everything I had to keep from saying something to him as I walked into the bakery. "Morning," he greeted me, a bit of awkwardness in his voice.

"Morning," I greeted back, a bit of a cold tone to my voice as I looked around for some bread I could buy. I picked up a loaf of bread that looked like it had been braided pretty messily. "How much," I asked him as I walked over to the counter.

I can't quite remember the amount anymore, but I do remember it being a little too costly to afford. So I sighed in disappointment and went to go put the bread back. My family was starving at this point and as I prayed for a miracle, one came my way. One that I never wanted, but received. "Hold on," I heard him speak up suddenly, "Just take it. Okay? It's on me."

I looked at him with a raised brow as I saw a huge change in his behavior at this moment. Then I heard his mother yelling something from the kitchen and he waved me away quickly. I stuffed the bread in my jacket as quickly as I could and walked just as fast out. When I looked in the window I saw his mother grab his arm forcefully and pull him back into the kitchen with her. After that, I ran home as fast as my legs would carry me.

I snapped out of it when Ron came back and asked me, "What are you looking at?" When he saw him too, he had no further comments. His face drew absolutely no emotion as he looked at him, Ron knew exactly how I felt about him and he took my wrist before leading me to the broken fence.

We climbed underneath the broken part of the fence one after the other, Ron first, then I. When we got to the other side we immediately made our way to the woods. We didn't have to go there too quickly or too fast, we knew that no one really cared about us going out there. They just wanted the meat to sell and buy. So no one questioned them. I took the bow from Ron as I looked around for a target. Ron on the other hand went around, checking his snares to see if he got anything. He had caught a few rabbits and smiled as he put them in his bag, before walking over to me. "Find anything yet," he asked me, why was he talking?

I shushed him harshly, letting him know he was being daft by talking out here. Perfect, I thought as she pulled out an arrow and trained her bow on the creature. Slowly I pulled the bow back, remembering everything my father taught me, and as I let out a slow and steady breath, I released the arrow. The arrow went flying right from my bow and into the eye of the squirrel. A part of me felt ripped away when I did that, killed another creature. But I needed to do it in order to keep my family alive, for many years I had such trouble doing anything even remotely to what I had just done, but now. It was such a breeze I could do it in my sleep, I would just have a little guilt inside of me afterwards. Which is why I wouldn't be cut out for the games, I would feel too awful about taking someone's life. Hopefully it would not be my name pulled today, but seeing as the amount of names I entered, getting chosen was inevitable.