Chapter Three: New Surrounding

"Hermione, do you have any idea what this 'Panem' is? And all these districts? And the 'capitol'? Sounds like bullshit to me. Knowing what we've been through in the past, it could just be some crazy wizard." I whispered quickly and fiercely.

"Those days are long gone, Harry!" hissed Ron.

"He's right Harry, they are. I mean, what are the chances of this all being magic? She thinks we're crazy for mentioning it" added Hermione in agreement with her lover boy.

"She's the crazy one!" I exclaimed. "She's never even heard the name 'Harry Potter'! How can she not have? I'm the boy who lived! Twice! The chosen one!"

"She's a muggle, Harry."

"She's just ignorant."

"Maybe you're just ignorant" interjected Ron. That ginger bugger was getting on my nerves. I had half a mine to burn him with the Incendio spell. Then his arse would match his hair. I stalked off into the shower room and stripped down. I was filthy. Covered in dirt and what seemed to be floo powder, which made no sense at all. Within my confusion, I stepped into the shower and turned it on. I let the hot, soothing water run down my body, washing away the dirt. I grabbed the shower gel and noticed I didn't bring my pink loofa with me. I didn't really expect to be having a shower so I didn't bring it. The chosen one needs his pink loofa! I decided to keep this to myself, especially since no-one actually knows I used a pink loofa that I just love. I scrubbed myself down with what I could and I realised the most the important part of my daily wash routine was missing. My facial scrub! I simply couldn't go on with it but I had to make shift, which didn't end too well. I was struggling to go on without my beloved, lavender scented, silky smooth, facial scrub. Even after my relaxing bubble bath with vanilla incense burning as I bathed, I still felt dirty. I mean, why should I put up with STRAWBERRY scented, not as smooth as mine, facial scrub? It just didn't feel right. This is how I knew I was in a completely different universe. If this "Katniss" is as famous as she claims, why doesn't she have the best quality facial scrub like I, the boy who lived? Twice! Then again, I'm Harry Potter. You can't exactly top that can you?

I strode into the bedroom we would be sharing. It was grand, I give her that. Although it only had one bed. Queen size. Obviously, Ron and Hermione would be sleeping on the floor. I mean, I did get them here. If I hadn't been laughing at their misfortune so loudly, I wouldn't have attracted the attention of "Katniss". So, it was only right that I got the luxury. But as I readied myself, I saw Ron and Hermione had already made themselves at home. Christened the sheets, some might say. I was disgusted, I was right in the other room. I could have heard everything! We just got here, in the grand house, sharing this grand room with a grand bathroom and they're studying!? We don't even go to Hogwarts anymore! What on earth could they be studying? And why did Hermione even have so many books in that bag of hers? I am so confused. I sighed and walked on, chucking my wet towel on the bed as I did so. I heard their commotion but still stalked forward, ignoring them. You may call it attention seeking. You're right, it is. But what's the boy who lived to do? I've had attention the whole of my wizarding life, I know nothing without it! Anyway, as I progressed forward, I found myself surrounded by clothes. I screamed, although I'm not sure what I said but I think I meant to scream "oh sweet Dumbledore, we've hit Narnia" but it was muffled by winter coats, autumn jackets, spring pants and summer shirts. I also couldn't breathe. Katniss really should be more organised. I emerged from the seemingly never ending mounds of clothing only to find that I was, which now thinking about it was really quite obvious, in the middle of a wardrobe. This girl's fashion sense was worse than the Weasley's in winter. If only I hadn't left my wand in the bedroom, I could have tidied up this mess, maybe customized a little bit too. Seriously, this girl had more pants that a butch lesbian. And then I saw it. I turned around to fight my way back through to material mountain and I saw it. It was the most magnificent dress I had ever seen. It was like, fire! Literally! I skipped excitedly over to the mannequin on which the beautiful dress clung to and ever so gently held the material between my thumb and index finger. I took time here to notice my perfectly manicured nails, nearly as perfect as the dress. And the way light bounced off the surface, highlighting all the right places on my face in the reflection. It was wonderful. Anyway back to the dress! It was absolutely gorgeous. The material, a fine silk I suspect, was a light orange with was looked like glowing embers scattered all over. I could only imagine what it looked like on Katniss. I could just imagine her twirling and her dress just bursting into flames greater than the flames in the Goblet of Fire! Beautiful. I could feel my eyes watering, the image was just too much. The boy who lived, twice, can only handle so much beauty. I floated my way back through the clothing conundrum, filled with delight. I just couldn't get that dress out of my mind.

"Hermione! Ron! You two love birds. Come here!" I embraced them both. This dress seemed to have elated my mood and I just want to love! Its like I've been taken over by the world's most powerful love potion. My whole mind was just filled with joy and splendour. I could not contain it! I don't know what was wrong with me!

"Woah, Harry, mate. Get off me! Bloody hell, what are you on? Didn't you hear Katniss shout?" exclaimed Ron

"No, I didn't." I replied dreamily.

"Fuck. Harry, snap out of it will you?"

"Okay. Sorry. What's that about Katniss?" suddenly, it was as if the high was over. I regained consciousness. I was back in the room.

"We heard her shout." explained Hermione. "We're unsure of whether we should go check it out or not."

I stretched, I strode out of the door out onto the elaborate hallway, decorated with the most intricate patterns and designs and realised. I had no idea how to get around this great manor. I had no Mauderer's Map this time.