A/N: HI there! Thanks for reading this! Really happy you have!
Through out this, I have had a bit of a dry spot with names, so I have used some harry potter names! So, I guess that means I have two things to disclaim? But belive me! This is not a crossover… just a girl with no imagination for names!
DISCLAIMER! I will not, nor ever shall I own Harry potter(names) or Hunger Games for as long as I shall live! Unless I am somehow the daughter of Suzanne Collins or j.k rowling and when they die, they live the rights to me… but that probz wont happen!
So until then, the only thing I own is the plot… and that chair over there! Yeah, the one in your eating room! No wait… never mind! Just this plot I own!
Cinna knocks on the door. I ignore him.
"Please Katniss! Come out of there! I know it seems scary, but you need to face them," I dig my head in deeper into my arms. I bring my knees closer to me. I stare at the stick on the floor.
Positive.
I hear shuffled footsteps leave me, and heavier footsteps replace it.
"Get out of there, sweetheart." Haymitch says forcefully. I feel a tear jerk down my face as quite whimpers escape my mouth. I crawl over to the door and unlock it. Haymitch barges in straight away. He sees my huddled in a ball, and directs his attention to the pink stick on the floor. He sees the addition sign. He lets out a sigh and sits next to me.
"Katniss. I, you know, its just-wow." For once in his life, Haymitch is speechless. I stare at him with hurt and pained eyes. I rest my head on his shoulder and let out horrible sobs. After an hour, my sobs stop.
A moment of silence passes.
"How late?" he asks.
"Four months." I reply, my voice sounding dry. Haymitch shakes his head.
"And the baby, it's not-"
"Of course it's Peeta's! I love him, Haymitch. It was just; it was the day after we made up. I realized I loved him, and," I lower my eyes. What he must think of me. I am a stupid girl who gets herself knocked up.
Haymitch puts his arm around me and whispers words of soothing in my ear. I hear another pair of footsteps and the light but distinct sound high heels clicking onto the marvel bathroom floor.
I raise my head slightly and see Peeta and Effie standing in the door way. I look into Peeta's eyes, but he isn't looking at me. He is looking at the pregnancy test that lies on the floor.
"Katniss," he whispers. He drops to his knees. Tears stream down his face, and a small smile is on his face.
"I'm going to be a father," The smile that was once small is now radiant and goes ear to ear. Peeta looks up at Effie.
"I'm gonna be a daddy!" I giggle. He does not see the curse that this child brings. The child that is inside my womb brings no refuge to us. Because, I won't be the only one dying for Peeta. So will our child.
My interview with Caesar is done. I sigh in relief. I look around the tributes and search for Effie and Haymitch. I need them hear. I can feel the baby moving. I'm too busy searching for Haymitch and Effie to hear Peeta's interview, but I would have to be deaf to not be able to hear the gasps and the screams the erupt in the room. I swerve around and I see the victors starring at my abdomen. Shit, I think. They know. Peeta has revealed my pregnancy. I stumble forward, but feel the baby hit the wall of my stomach. I feel dizzy. I can't breathe. I need Haymitch. I need Effie. I need Peeta.
I'm gasping and searching, looking for my escape. I start to panic as the Capital guards begin to make their way to me.
"No!" I shout. I can hear Haymitch yelling for me. I don't understand why they want me, but I need to leave. One of the guards grabs my arm.
"Let me go!" I scream. I feel nauseous. I feel another firm hand on my forearm.
"She said let go," the voice is deep and honey-like. I know it isn't Peeta.
"Mr. Odair, step away from Ms Everdeen. President Snow wishes to do a few tests." Finnick's grip on me tightens. He yanks me body away from the guard and steps in front of me, as if trying to protect me.
"No." Finnick's voice sounds calm, yet deadly. The guard holds out a gun and points it at Finnick.
"Let the girl go, Mr. Odair, or else I will be forced to use this." I hear him turn the safety off. I squeeze my eyes shut. The baby kicks and fall to the ground. I need to get out.
"Katniss!" Peeta's voice fills my ears. I grip the fabric of my dress. The pain that fills me is unbearable. Loud noises fill my ears; shouting, crashes, punches and gun shots.
"Enough!" horror strikes me. The cold voice of President Snow echoes on the room. I open my eyes and look around the room. More than a dozen guards are in the room being restrained by my fellow victors. Emotion rises in me as I see all the victors surrounding me, trying to protect me from the guards. Peeta has the guard that grabbed me in a head lock. The look in Peeta's eyes is one I have never seen before. Determination and protectiveness cloud his eyes.
President Snow looks around the room with snake-like ferocity. His eyes linger on me and Peeta. Snow raises one of his pure white eyebrows at the group, and immediately, they all let go of each other and clear away from one another.
Snow walks towards me, his footsteps echoing in the room. When Snow reaches me, his hand drops down to help me up. I am uneasy at first, but I reluctantly take his hand. He helps me up and takes a knife out of his pocket. He rips me dress open and cries of anger fill the room. Peeta lunges at Snow, but is stopped by Chaff. Snow peers at me stomach and the slight but distinct bulge in it.
"Around five months, am I correct?" he asks. All I can do is nod.
"Take her, Mr. Mellark, Mr. Abernathy and Ms Trinket to the Hospital. Also, inform Plutarch that we will be delaying the Games this year." Snow gives a lazy wave of his hand and walks away. As soon as he leaves, Peeta runs to me. He brings my body to his, and gently lays a hand on my stomach.
The guards carefully and cautiously walk to our group.
"Um, Ms Everdeen, can you, please, er, um, come with us?" Every eye is on this one guard. Peeta's grasp tightens on my hands and he stares daggers at the guard. The guard's body tightens and a bead of sweat drips down his forehead.
I open my mouth slightly and lean into Peeta. "Yes, we will go with you,"
The guard hastily leads the way out. Peeta gently takes my hand and follows him. I hear Haymitch's quick steps behind us.
Capital Viewer POV
"If it wasn't for the baby,"
Gasps fill our house. My mother lets out a quiet shriek and my father buries his head in his hands.
"She's pregnant?" I ask. I stare at the screen. I see Peeta Mellark, the boy who won last year's Hunger Games along side with Katniss Everdeen. The two teens are the same age as me. The shock sinks into my head.
The two of victors were in love. They had been through so much together. Not only did they have to fight for their lives, but now Katniss was pregnant and was being thrown back into the games.
My mother storms off into the kitchen, my father following her.
"Draco, this is barbaric!" My mother yells in a hushed voice.
"Don't do this, 'Mione. Don't go against the Capital."
"No, Draco! This is serious! Enough is enough! They can't send a pregnant girl into the games! It's – it's inhumane! "
"Mione, what makes it so different? Every year 23 teenagers die, every single year!"
"I'll tell you what! Katniss is loved by everyone but Snow! And so is Peeta! They both have an unborn child! Even the most blood thirsty Hunger Games lover will think this is wrong!"
"Mione, you want to start a rebellion? We have it good here, Mione. Don't ruin it for us."
"This is wrong Drake, we all know it. The districts know it! You've heard the citizens!"
"I have heard the talk, Mione, but, what if the Peacekeepers find out?"
"You know they hate the games as much as we do!"
"I know, but the Capital going against the Capital?"
"It will happen. We have our Mockingjay. We can rebel against Snow,"
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