Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. I am not going to pretend I do, because what's the point? (That, and I think it's a gainst the law...) This is why I'm writing it as a FANfiction. I also do not own the Harry Potter series or characters. So what do I own? Well, with some help from Da Shrub, I own this crossover idea, sort of. But anyway, I don't own The Hunger Games or The Harry Potter series. So there.


CHAPTER 1: MENTORS?

After the interviews, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were taken to a Capitol building. Of course they didn't know it was a Capitol building. They really didn't know anything at all, but Hermione had plenty of theories. "It's a sporting event," she said. "And it's like a wizard duel. A tournament of some sort. Aren't I clever?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever," said Harry.

"I really wish I had some of Millie's M&Ms," said Ron wistfully.

Suddenly a lady dressed like a chef ran up to the three of them. "Hello?" she said hastily. "You are Ronharryhermione? I brought you M&Ms? You asked for them? Here you go? Enjoy your stay at the Capitol? By the way? Who are you betting on? I think it's Clove? Well, bye?" Then the lady turned around, and ran off.

Ron looked at the lady and shrugged. Then he started munching on the M&Ms. Harry joined in. Hermione looked like she wanted to resist, but after a few minutes she grabbed a handful, too. Soon, the M&Ms disapeared, except one. Ron started to grab it, but Hermione slapped his hand. "Since I'm such a smarty-pants know-it-all," she began, "I'm going to make more M&Ms using only... this M&M and my wand!" Hermione exclaimed. Then, as if she were telling the M&M what to do, she firmly said, "Geminis!" The bowl instantly refiled itself, and they kept munching.

"You know," said Hermione through a mouthful of M&Ms, "It's really horrendous that they keep us waiting for so long. I mean, it's nearly midnight, and they still haven't told us anything about where we are, and what this 'Hunger Games,' or whatever it's called."

"Whatever," said Ron. The three waited. The room was silent except for the sound of chewing. Finally a lady stenciled and dyed and tattooed all over came in. "Hi, hi, hi!" she exclaimed in an unnaturally high voice. "I'm, like, Venia! You know, like, all about me, right?" She left no time for them to answer that they had no idea who she was. "So, like, I'm Cinna's helper, District 12, okay? Like, the Capitol isn't, like, sure who you, like, are. So, like, who are you?" Again, Venia didn't pause for an answer. "Like, so, they think you have, like, something to do with, like, this person named, like, Rhea, or, like something? Have you, like, heard about her?" This time she let them answer.

"Yeah, Rhea sent us into here," Hermione said.

"Oh my goodness! Like, you need to see the Gamemaker! What book did you, like, come from, before you, like, came here? I, like, don't actually know, like, who this Rhea person is, but, like, I guess she is important. I'm, like, important, too, you know! So, like, just come this way, so, you know, you can like, talk to Seneca Crane. He's, like, the Head Gamemaker! Isn't that exciting? Your first night in the Capitol, and you meet Seneca Crane! It took me years as a fashion designer, and then years more, as a Hunger Games stylist, until I, like, got to meet the Head Gamemaker! Aren't you, like, totally psyched about this?" Venia exclaimed. Of course, she left no time for an answer. She led the trio down the hall. Everything in the hall was white. The carpet, the walls, the ceiling, the door, the doorknob, even the people in the hallway were white. I mean, completely white. Their skin was dyed pure white, and it was pretty odd looking, to say the least. Hermione felt out of place, with her black robes. Harry had a sudden urge to spill grape juice all over the room. But he didn't, because there was no grape juice. If there was, he surely would've hurled the grape juice everywhere.

Finally, Venia stopped. The door looked exactly like every other door in this maze of hallways. It was a mystery how Venia knew this was the right door. "So," Ron asked. "How do you know that this is the right door?"

Venia smiled at them. "I got a GPS transplanted in my head! A lot of other people have it too. That's why my head has a big lump over here," she said, pointing to a huge bump on the side of her head that the threesome had been polite enough not to ask about. "But you didn't notice the lump, did you?" Venia asked, mortified.

"No, no, not at all!" Hermione reassured her. Venia smiled again. Her teeth were orange. ORANGE! It was freaky.

Venia knocked on the door. "Come in, Venia! I've heard all about our company! Welcome, welcome!" said a voice behind the door. Venia opened the door, and they stepped inside. Inside, the room appeared to be on fire. Harry started freaking out. He started screaming about 911, and how did this happen, and why didn't he tell us earlier, and wait... there's no smoke. Is this stuff artificial? "Yes, it's artificial, Harry." Amidst the flames, a man sat. He also looked like he was on fire. "And, so is my outfit. Ever since Miss Katniss Everdeen's chariot ride, flames have been the new style. And, I'm such a slave to fashion, i just had to redecorate the room. Welcome to my humble abode. I am Seneca Crane. I've been the Head Gamemaker for three years now. Venia, make yourself at home. And you three, come back to The Communication Room with me."

"Uh, sir?" Ron asked. "What's the communication Room?" Seneca never answered. Harry, Ron, and Hermione went into another room of his suite. He babbled on about what an honor it was to be Head Gamemaker, but nobody listened. They appeared to be in a waiting room, like where you'd wait for a dentist's appointment. Then an elevator came down, and They went in it. "Man," Ron whispered to Harry. "How many rooms does this place have?" The elevator was insanely upscale, with plush chairs, and a mini-snack bar. They exited the elevator.

"Welcome to the Communication Room!" Mr. Crane said grandly. It actually was the least impressive room. It was filled with stacks of papers, odd trinkets, and one large flat-screen TV. "Okay, Rhea, show yourself!" exclaimed Seneca.

"I'll show myself whenever I want to, however I want, to whoever I want to, whatever I want to, if ever I want to, so there!" said the snippy voice that was unmistakably Rhea. "Okay, okay, here I am." Rhea appeared on the screen. "Hi, Harry, Hermione, Ron. I see you've met my 'friend' Seneca Crane. And Venia was nice to you, I assume? The Capitol does love their guests. And their tributes. And their food. And fashion. But anyway, I'm sure you are all wondering why you three are here," Rhea said.

"You bet we were wondering! You freakin' liar, cheater manipulator! You should rot like you-know-who in E237iiiK5x!" Ron exclaimed to her angrily.

"What is E237iiiK5x?" asked Rhea curiously. Ron shrugged. "Anway," Rhea continued. "I'd like you to meet my sister, Millie." Rhea told them.

"Why?" asked Harry. Rhea shrugged. A very pretty lady came on the screen. "Who cares why?" he said. Then he continued staring at the lady. Hermione pinched him, and he stopped gaping. The lady had long, sleek black hair, ice blue eyes, and pale skin. She looked much nicer than Rhea, wo had unkempt brown hair, and ordinary brown eyes.

"This," said Rhea, gesturing to the lady on the screen, "Is Millie."

"Yes, she is Millie. Say, Millie, I'm open Friday night. I'm sure we'd have a magical experience," Ron told her.

Rhea smirked. "I didn't bring Millie here so you could flirt with her, Ron," she said. Millie laughed meanly. Harry shivered. He didn't like Millie. There was something odd about her. She was too pretty.

"Then why did you bring her here?" Ron asked. Harry wasn't listening.

"What do you control, Millie?" Harry asked her. He was determined to get to the bottom of this. Was she a death eater in diguise? Why was she so pretty? Was he going insane again? Wait- what?

Millie smiled at Harry, revealing her perfectly white teeth. "I know you think I'm a death eater in disguise, Harry. It's not true. But I'm so charming, that I'm constantly being upgraded to new things. Why, just yesterday, I handed over my control of tigers to dear Rhea, so I could control thunderstorms. And I also can control Skittles, not just M&Ms! And I also can control handcream, but that's not extremely exciting. But anway, all your theories about me are wrong, Harry," Millie told him. Harry relaxed. Millie wasn't lying. "Poor Uncle Hugo," she mused.

"Anway," said Rhea, "Back to business, Seneca."

"Good idea, ma'am," Seneca Crane agreed.

"So, I'm sure you are all wondering why I brought you here." There was a general mumbling, and nodding, and agreeing. "So, I was thinking... that Harry, Hermione, and Ron..."

"They always say my name last," Ron muttered angrily. Everyone ignored him.

"...Should be mentors!" Rhea exclaimed. There was a mischevious twinkle in her eye.

Seneca Crane clapped his hands excitedly. His hat fell off, and he immediately started to retrieve it, which ended up being a hige mistake, because his pants ripped, showing off his "Team Edward" undies. He ran out of the room, clutching his buttocks, and swearing loudly. He came back in a minute later, his face redder than a new red sports car. "Anway," Seneca said. "Excellent idea! Now, which District should they mentor?"

"Well, since District 12 is waaaaaaaaaaaaaay overrated... I was thinking District 11. Ya know, good ol' Thresh Majist and Rue Feldings. It'll get them support, and it'll be a great act for Peace Between Books International, aka PBBI. So, are you in, Seneca? It'll ake you really popular, too," she said when she saw the uncertain look on his face.

"Let's do it!" he exclaimed.

"Okay, deal!" said Rhea. "Harry, Hermione, Ron, you report here tomorrow morning at 4:07 A.M. sharp."

"4:07?!" Harry asked. "Why oh seven? That doesn't make any sense at all. Maybe with my wand I can just blast myself out of here. So there!" Harry exclaimed. And then he realized he didn't know what spell would get him out of the book. "Okay, maybe not the blasting myself out part," he admitted sheepishly, "But I can do a pretty cool magic trick with a dime! Watch!" Harry a dime out of his pocket, waved his wand, and i turned into a penny. 'Ta-da!" Harry excliamed proudly. "For those of you who are wondering why I spend so much time locked up with Dumbledore, supposedly discussing secret mssions, I'll tell you why: 'Cuz Dumbledore is teachng me all sorts of neat tricks like this!"

"Whatever, Harry," Hermione said. "What I want to know is why we need tobe there so ridiculously early. We'll be lucky if we even get two hours of sleep!" she said.

"Because I said so!" Rhea barked. "Now off to bed, all of you!" Then she and Millie dissapeared off the screen.

"It's gonna be a short night," said Hermione wearily.


And that's the end of Chapter 1! Keep reading! I'll get the next chapter in as soon as I can! Once school starts, it'll be harder, but for now... IT'S STILL SUMMER!

~SpunkySpartan31