Author's note: So, another chapter…I would say that it's been awhile, but really it hasn't. I'm not quite sure where this is going, so anything can happen; Speaking of which, if you have any suggestions, I'll take it. :D. Here we goo!
The ugly, squash-faced, straw colored, mud covered, cat (if indeed that's what it was, Harry wasn't quite sure) hissed upon his arrival.
"Nice to meet you too." The girl, Katniss, hissed back. The noise surprised Harry so much that he jumped, not watching where he was going he had mistakenly jumped onto the cat, who squirmed out from under him and the scratched his unprotected ankle.
Feeling his leg, he could tell that it wasn't bleeding and breathed through the sharp sting.
"Friendly cat you got there."
"It's not mine, it's my sisters." Katniss seemed hard, able to protect her family; and from what she showed him of how she could handle a bow, that's exactly what she did. But at that moment, her eyes seemed to glaze over, as if reliving a happy memory.
Dropping her empty game bag on the small rickety table that took up most of their kitchen, Katniss sat down on an old stained stool. She took a deep breath and pulled stray hairs off her face.
"Why are you here?" she asked, the question was more than just that. It was an accusation, like by arriving he had committed some sort of crime, and who knows, maybe he had.
He couldn't think of anything to say, not one word.
"I hear your goat cheese is fantastic." He said quietly, remembering the goat that had been grazing in front of the house.
Katniss stared at him, the disbelief clouding her stormy gray eyes, which was quickly covered by rage. Jumping to her feet, she knocked the stool over and towered above him. It wasn't until then that he realized how short he really was.
"How is this funny to you? Did you not see the children dying on the street corners? Where did you come from anyway?"
The unexpected outburst put Harry in a moment of temporary paralysis. Like a deer in the headlights he stared at her blankly, completely unable to respond.
"Hogwarts…" he barely choked out the word, and then he burst into tears.
When Harry woke up Katniss was gone, and sitting beside his bed was a small girl with two short french braids that ended at her shoulders. Her big blue eyes were wide open and watching him in his sleep. Once she realized that he was awake she leaned back, making sure that the first thing he saw was not a small,blonde creeper.
"Hello..." Harry said, having just woken up he was sounding rather groggy.
"Hello! You must be Harry! My name is Primrose, but everyone calls me Prim. Where did you come from? you look different, like your clothes, they look strange-"
"Whoa,whoa, nice to meet you too Prim. I just woke up though and this is a somewhat traumatizing way to first wake up."
Prim blushed like a live porcelain doll, her nervous eyes were glancing all around, occasionally at him when she thought he wasn't looking.
"Sorry, Harry."
"Well, in all actuality, I don't know why I'm here. The last place I remember clearly was Hogwarts, and even that's fuzzy...but I remember the cup."
Prim looked at him Quizzically, but before she could go on another rampage of questions, he cut her off to continue his explanation.
"If you promise not to tell Katniss, I'll explain." The little girl nodded, her curiosity, naturally taking over. Taking a deep breath, (he found he was needing a lot of those lately) he dove into what he thought would be enough to explain.
"When I was eleven years old, I found out that I was a wizard," Prim shot him a confused look and he knew he would need more information than he thought.
"A wizard is someone who possesses magic." he was even more at a loss when he realized that the word magic didn't mean anything to this under-privileged young girl.
Deciding that it would be easier to show her, he reached into his pocket to get his wand. A sharp hiss of air escaped through his teeth when his hand came back empty. Relax, Harry. he told himself, it's probably just in your other pocket. Reaching behind his back to get to his right-side pocket, and found it empty as well.
Katniss had just come back from the Hub, not making any trades, just touching base to make sure her alliances still held. Even though it was just one day, you never knew who would be the one to turn their back at the first sign of trouble.
Opening the door to her humble, under-furnished home, she saw the dark haired boy, Harry, shouting at Prim. Her first instinct was to shove him against the wall and demand to know what he thought he was doing. The second was to calmly ask him what the hell did he think he was doing? Noticing tears starting to prick at the corners of Prim's eye's only fueled her decision.
She went with the first choice. Running into the room, she had a clear shot of his throat. thrusting her forearm into his windpipe, she threw him against the wall, holding him there until his pale face was bright red and tears were streaming down his face.
If she wasn't so freakin' pissed, it might have been funny. Leaving him to fall onto the ground she went to Prim. dropping onto a knee, she wiped away her tears.
"Are you okay sweetie?" Her little sister nodded, too shocked to answer with her words.
From Harry's view, (slumped on the floor gasping for air) he could see the resemblance. The high cheekbones, heart shaped faces, and a simple animal ferocity in the eyes. It was less prominent in Prim, but Katniss's blind rage made up for her gentle demeanor.
Prim looked over to Harry's corner, the concern clouding her sky blue eyes. Katniss rolled her eyes, getting up off her knee's she walked over to where he was and extended a hand. Wandering what he was supposed to do with it, (Bite it maybe?) he just stared wearily.
"Well I'm not going to stand here all day." Harry quickly grabbed her hand, and was once again surprised by her stunning strength. Getting to his feet, he was almost completely knocked to his feet again when Prim hugged him around his neck.
"What did you think you were doing?" Katniss's cold tone left no room for humor.
"I lost my wand." He said simply, as if that explained everything. Katniss stared at him blankly, and he could see where Prim had learned it from.
"I lost everything, imagine if you didn't have a bow." He said, knowing it was possibly the most important thing she owned.
Katniss nodded, like what he just said cancelled everything else out.
"Where am I?" He asked, he figured of they could bombard him with question's, he got at least one.
He swore under her breath Katniss had answered his question. Her answer wasn't very reassuring.
"Hell."
Yaaay! Well another chapter! still not very long, but better. TT_TT Reviews!
