Thanks for reading this and please review! This chapter you will learn the main characters name but I'm sure you can guess. Thanks to lilmisstalksalot1211 for helping me edit and PUTTING IN COMMAS! Also I forgot to put this in my a/n for chapter one, but thanks to everyone for giving me suggestions with the tributes it was greatly appreciated and sorry if yours wasn't chosen but thanks anyway. Thanks for reading and enjoy!

By the time I finished getting Sam ready for the day and got a shower and got dressed, it was nearly time to leave for the reaping in the town square.

The reaping took place on a special day once a year. In these reapings two boys and two girls from each district were chosen to participate in the hunger games. In said games, the children chosen were put into an arena and forced to fight to the death. In end, the last child, between ages 12 and 18, that was still living, won. As simple as that.

The walk to the town square was almost a mile, yet when walking with Sam it felt less than ten feet away. The two of us skipped and danced all the way into town – Sam feeling much better than this morning- and we had our parents trailing behind.

The second we got to the square, though, our fun stopped. One could nearly feel the tension in the air. As I looked around, I spotted the place where I had to sign in, and the place where I would then stand in anticipation for the pulling of the names, and the place where the kids –known after they are reaped as tributes- would stand, tears in eyes, taking their last looks at all of Ravenclaw.

When it all settled in, I gave Sam a huge hug and I walked away to sign in. The man that took my name seemed nice, but because he was from Hogwarts; I didn't like him. Then I walked over to the roped off area for the 14 year olds. I felt like a wild animal being penned in while they decided which one to kill for meat. I felt a tap on my shoulder and jumped. It was only my best –and only- friend, Grace. Grace was Mrs. C's daughter.

"Hey, are you nervous?" asked Grace with an extremely shaky voice.

"Yes." I replied. Then Grace put her hand in mine and we stood there staring at each other.

I scanned Grace and noticed her long hair pulled back in a hair band and the rest of it fell down her back in long, brown, beautiful sheets, unlike my blond hair that was always pulled up in a ponytail. I also noticed Grace's shaky eyes. They were bright green around the outside and as they got closer to the middle of her eyes they started to fade into brown. I loved Grace's eyes, and always had. I loved Grace, and always had.

My attention was pulled from Grace when the very short escort, Flitwick, walked up to the mike and started to talk in his high voice.

"We are all gathered for this most extremely exciting event, the reaping for the Hunger Games!" Flitwick said almost too perky. After that I was too nervous to listen anymore, so I focused on a bug flying around Grace's hand, which was still intertwined with mine. When I thought Flitwick was done talking about some 'fun events in the past Hunger Games' I decided to pay attention.

"Now it's time for the names to be pulled!" started Flitwick "I think this year we will do something a little differently and start with the boy's name!"

With that, Flitwick walked over to one of two enormous glass box's with thousands of slips of paper in it. Each slip had a name of one of the boys in Ravenclaw. Flitwick stood on a stool and put his hand deep in the box, a few seconds later he pulled a slip out.

"Josh Serd"

There was a collective breath as a boy standing a few people away from me in the 14 year old section turned bright red and walked up to the stage. He looked like he was about to faint.

"Very good, very good! On to the next tribute then!" squeaked Flitwick.

He then dug his hand even deeper into the box and pulled out yet another small slip of paper and read, "Noah Haleem"

That's when a small boy walked out of the 16 year old section. He looked as old as he was, yet he was skinny and had very little muscle in his arms.

"Oh very nice! Now let's move over to the girls!" announced Flitwick. Then he walked over to the second glass box and dug his hand in it.

I held my breath praying he wouldn't call out my name; I was right because, when he called the name, it wasn't mine.

"Zoe Panthrous" A 12 year old girl walked out of her section and nearly fainted on her way up the steps. When she made it onto the stage Flitwick pulled his hand out of the box for a second time and announced the fourth and final tribute from Ravenclaw for that year. The tribute just so happened to be me.

Luna Lovegood.