"Prim," I say, reaching out to touch the mirror that reflects the image of my little sister. But its not just her I see where my reflection should stand, I see Hogwarts… Prim, happy and safe at Hogwarts. It only takes me half a second to convince myself that this image isn't real, there is some trickery behind this mirror, but maybe… just maybe… this image could be real… Maybe the mirror is telling me that this can be real, and it can be real. I just have to bring Prim here, so she is safe.

I could stand here forever, just staring at my sister, just forging this fake memory of her standing next to me. In fact I didn't stand there for as nearly as long as I wanted because at that moment I heard footsteps scurrying up the corridor, it was that that made me mould into the deepest shadow that I could find and hold my breath.

In the torch light I could now clearly see the person that interrupted my staring contest with the jinxed mirror. The mop of messy black hair, and large, round glasses. It was Harry Potter. That was who I had seen exiting the Gryffindor common room, but what could he have been doing going to the library at two in the morning?

Harry stood before the mirror, like I did moments ago, and he too reached for it to touch the image that relayed itself back to him. Somehow I know that the image he saw wasn't my sister, although in the mirror I could still clearly see her staring back at me. Harry sat in front of the mirror for hours, and I fought every nerve in my body not to jump out at him and tell him to get a bloody move on. The sun would be rising soon, we'd be lucky to get back to the tower by sun up. In fact it was when the sun had almost breeched the forbidden forest that Harry decided to move. I had to sprint back to the Gryffindor tower and back up to bed to avoid suspicious glances from my remaining roommates for they hadn't grown accustomed to my abnormal sleeping patterns.

From that night, I decided to keep an eye on Harry Potter and his friends. They were up to something… something very strange indeed.

Maybe it was because I was watching Harry closely, but it seemed now more than ever that he was withdrawn from the rest of the Quidditch team, and definitely more distracted than usual. Still, I'm sure I wasn't the only one who noticed this, throughout practice Oliver's gaze lingered on Harry more than the rest of us, including when Fred decided it would be fun to set off a small rocket under the bench. It's not just Harry either, when I'm not distracted by playing Quidditch with the twins, or writing to Prim I notice that the trio are constantly whispering amongst one another and unless they all have a severe case of laryngitis then they really are planning something, and this constant whispering increased as the year began to draw to a rather swift close. Too swift for my liking.

"The tribute for District Twelve, Primrose Everdeen!"

I can't help shoving through the crowd; they aren't going to take my sister away from me, not if I can help it. They begin to shove against me, the sea of people beginning to become even harder to push through. I can't let them do this! They can't do this!

"Prim! Prim! Not my sister! Please not Prim!" I yell, pushing and shoving against them.

Prim takes the podium next to Effie Trinket whose hair is still a rather flamboyant shade of fuchsia. I have to get to her, I must! In the time it takes me to shove to the front two peacekeepers are leading Prim into the justice building. I sprint up the stairs, my lungs burning from the effort of yelling.

"Prim! Stop!" She doesn't even look at me, she's ignoring me! Why is she ignoring me?

Slipping on the last step I manage to stumble back into balance as the doors of the justice building slam shut…

THUMP.

I jolt awake; the moon is hanging lazily in the sky outside of the window. I slip out of bed and glance over at the other two occupied beds of Lavender and Parvarti. Hermione's bed, however, is empty. Since there was no light in the washroom, whatever the trio are doing is happening tonight. Slipping into my shoes and snatching my bow from under the bed I make my way, as quietly as I can, out of the dorm and take the stairs two at a time. The common room is still illuminated by the fire that glows in the hearth. I get to the last step, and, not watching my feet, almost step on the limp form of Neville Longbottom. This is Hermione's work…

"Sorry, Neville," I say apologetically. "You'll only fight if I release you… I'll find them…"

Quickly as I can, my bow slung over my shoulder, I exit the common room and head down the moving staircase keeping on my toes to avoid any unnecessary noise. I glance around the hallways as I pass them, and occasionally peak over the bannisters of the stairs to check if they are below. They must be wearing that blasted invisibility cloak…

"Ouch! Ron that was my foot!" At the commotion from below I glance over the bannister again. Thank Merlin they aren't quiet otherwise it would be much harder to locate them. They seem to be forgetting the fact that the halls are being patrolled by a man that would love nothing more than to chain them up by their thumbs in the dungeons for being out of bed.

I hurry down the stairs and stop at the third floor where their voices are drifting from. Are they stupid? Dumbledore told everyone never to go down the third floor corridor! On pain of death if I remember rightly. This must be something big for Hermione to break the rules. I follow their voices down the corridor, ducking behind statues and pillars whenever possible.

Whimsical music notes fill the air as the trio slip through a door right at the end of the hall. I slip behind a suit of armour, waiting for their return. Minutes slip by without hide or tail of them… Then panicked yells emit from within. Immediately I jump from behind the suit of armour and burst through the door, bow and arrow aimed. Instead of bumping into the trio, like I expected, I'm looking into the droopy eyes of a slobbering, three headed dog. A melody begins to float from the harp placed in the corner of the room, with a great snore the mutt drops its head with a loud thump that rumbles the floor beneath my feet. I breathe a sigh of relief, I'd hate to imagine what the dog would be like if it was engineered by the Capitol, a mere harp wouldn't stop it then.

"HAVE YOU GONE MAD? ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?" I hear Ron's voice echo up from below. In danger again? Bloody hell, what is this? And why in Merlin's name is this of all things in a school?

I sneak forwards using the skills I picked up hunting to not disturb the three headed dog. Looking down into the hole I can see nothing except for darkness. Taking a breath I jump down into the hole, in a moment I land on a rough surface. As I rub my hand along it the substance breaks off into my hand leaving charred lines upon my hands. The putrid smell then enters my nose… Fire. Dusting the black from my hands I head towards a door on the far side of the room. As I reach it, it begins to close of its own accord, slipping through, I am thrown into light which blinds me momentarily. Glancing up around me as the hazy blur clears, I see hundreds upon hundreds of birds. Their wings clattering and buzzing as they swoop and dive. Wait… they aren't birds… They're keys!

Harry and the others have yet to notice my presence, so I slip into the shadow of a pillar as they mount the brooms on the other side of the room. As soon as they rise into the air, it is quite apparent that the keys don't want to be caught, moments before they were flying contently, but now they zoom about in a frantic scurry. They trio dart after the different keys, and while they do so I glance at the door on the other side of the room. The door is old, very old, the lock is almost completely rusted… Which means the key must be old too. I glance back up, my eyes too darting for the key.

Then I spot it. Its old and rusted, just like the lock, and it has a broken wing. I'm almost certain I can shoot it down, after all it is going half the speed of the others… I pull my bow from my shoulder and knock an arrow… but I hesitate. I'm a witch… Surely it would be easier to acquire the key with magic… No, I can shoot it. After all, my bow is practically an extension of my body.

I take in a breath and pull back the string carefully watching Harry, Hermione and Ron's flying patterns. The last thing I want to do is hit them. I release the string, the arrow flies past Ron, missing him by a few inches amazingly he doesn't notice, and slams through the hole in the key trapping it against a wooden ceiling beam.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Yelled Ron, eyeing the key suspiciously. I duck back into the shadows, pulling the bow back over my shoulder.

"It's accidental magic," Hermione reasoned, flying up and looking over at the arrow lodged in the beam. "You must have conjured the arrow with your wand, Ron. Perhaps you transfigured one of the other keys."

Ron eyed his wand with awe and almost inaudibly murmured, "Cool."

"That's great, really." Said Harry, "But we've got to get a move on; he could already have the stone by now!"

They hurry from their brooms and fit the key in the lock, momentarily jiggling it so the latch on the other side clicked. Harry and Ron walk through the now open door, but Hermione stops abruptly.

"If you're still there, you should know that this is going to get dangerous." She said, never turning to face me. A shiver runs up my spine, how does she know I'm here? "Please climb the Devils Snare back up to the third floor corridor, if we're not back in half an hour, please fetch Professor McGonagall." With that, she walks through the door and closes it behind her.

Heeding Hermione's words, I realise that in order to really help them I will have to do what she had asked. After all, there is only so much I can do with a bow and arrow. Opening the door with a new disregard to being quiet I sprinted back through the room, climbing up the charred Devils Snare as fast as I could, and up through the trap door where the harp was still soothing the three headed dog with a new melody.

Exiting that room, more quietly now, as I realised a run in with Filch and his demon cat wouldn't do me or the trio any good. I slipped behind a tapestry, sat as quietly as I could… and waited…

Ten minutes passed… Nothing. Was that an echoing yell I heard from below? Maybe I should go and get Professor McGonagall. No, Hermione said half an hour… Twenty minutes… Twenty five… Nothing. Oh hell, it will be thirty minutes by the time I get to McGonagall. Jumping out from behind the tapestry, I sprint down the corridor and back up the moving staircases, two at a time. I sprint up towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower where McGonagall's room was located and wasted no time in hammering as loud as I could upon the door. There was a minute of muttering before the door swung open and the Professor stood slightly dishevelled in her tartan house coat.

"Miss Everdeen!" She exclaimed, "What is the meaning of this?"

"Professor! Come quick!" I said slightly breathless from the constant sprint up to the tower. "It's Harry, Professor! He needs help! Something about a stone, on the third floor!" McGonagall's eyes widened with alarm at the mention of the stone.

"Thank you, Miss Everdeen, now quickly, back to your dormitory." With that she hurried off down the staircases to the third floor.

A moment crossed my mind when I thought about following the elderly professor back down to the third floor, but I had done all I could do. Now it is time for me to wait… I only hope that they're alright.

I took a slower pace as I headed back to the Gryffindor tower, speaking the password to the Fat Lady; I climbed inside and took up residence on the sofa in front of the fireplace. Neville was no longer on the floor; he must have been released from the full body bind. Maybe it was because of having to wait a long time over the course of the night, or maybe it was just generally because of my lack of a substantial amount of sleep but my eyes seemed to droop very quickly, and after only moments the dancing embers in the fireplace faded into oblivion.

"Oi, Katniss! Wake up sleepyhead!" I jump awake at the sound of one of the twins' voices, almost falling from my perch. How did they get into the girls dorm? It's enchanted not to allow anyone but the girls upon the steps. I rub my eyes, the sleep becoming eradicated from my thoughts, and I find that I am not in the girls dorm, I am in the common room. Then I remember the events that transpired last night and I jump from the seat, causing the nearest twin to fall off the sofa in surprise.

"Where are they?" I ask worriedly, "Have you seen Ron this morning?" They shake their heads which only worries me more.

"Ron's probably still in bed, you know how…" Fred doesn't even get a chance to finish his words.

"We have to go to the hospital wing. Now!" Without another word I hurry out of the portrait hole still in my pyjamas, my bow and sheath of arrows still draped over my shoulders. The twins follow their long legs keeping up with my shorter strides easily.

"Katniss!" Said George breathlessly, "Tell us whats wrong, is Ron hurt?"

"I don't know," I admit rounding the corner to the hospital wing. "Just keep up!"

I burst into the hospital wing so fast that the doors banged off the walls, Madam Pomfrey was tending to someone in the last bed, at our entrance she turned around abruptly.

"Miss Everdeen, Mr Weasley's, you do realise this is a hospital wing!" She scolded, but she didn't have a chance to finish her rant as my eyes fell upon a very worried looking red head sitting opposite the bed Madam Pomfrey was tending to.

"Ron!" I almost yell, sprinting down the ward, Fred and George behind me. Madam Pomfrey stared on with wide eyes as the three of us skidded to a halt at Ron's bedside.

"How are you? Where's Harry? Hermione?" Ron tapped the bandage that was wrapped around his forehead.

"Just a little bump that's all… Hermione's fine but…" His gaze lingered on the bed opposite. I glanced over, Harry was out cold. I gasped.

"What happened to you lot?"

And so the story was relayed, Ron didn't once question how I knew that they were in the hospital wing, I just told him that Hermione had told me and I thought it was imperative that Fred and George were informed of Ron's visit to the wing. It seemed that after I had left, Harry came face to face with the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher Professor Quirrell who was after the Philosophers Stone, whatever that was. He was also harbouring the Dark Lord Voldemort on the back of his head.

Of course after this story was told to us the twins and I just had to tell everyone in range, well more the twins than I. After that the twins decided it would be a good idea to bring Harry a toilet seat, so they departed for the bathrooms. The twins possessed very strange minds indeed.

Three days, that's how long Harry was in the hospital wing. Three days he had been in a coma like state. I as well as everybody else was extremely happy when he woke up, but he didn't want to replay what had happened to him with Quirrell, although he didn't really need to, Ron had told enough people a thousand times when he recovered from the Hospital wing.

All too soon it was the last day; all too soon I had to go back to Panem back to another reaping, back to semi surviving from the food I can gather from the woods. Hopefully however, the House Elves have sustained my family for the duration of this year. Goodbyes are said quickly, I don't want to face the fact that I may not be able to come back if I am drawn for this reaping. I give the trio a hug, and a lingering hug to Fred and George. I had become close to them this year, if only they could come back to Panem with me, things would not be so bleak. But I would never wish that fate upon anyone, never would I want to see Fred or George in the Games, I don't think I'd be able to bear it.

"See you later, Katniss!" They say in sync as we depart from the train. "Don't do anything we wouldn't!"

A fleeting wink and a wave then they are gone. I grab my backpack and I am sucked back into the vortex, spiralling back towards Panem.


Oh my rowling, i'm so sorry i havent updated in ages, i'm flitting between fanfics and my novel at the moment, but now summers here i can officially spend all day typing!

Anyway please review if you feel like it. x