The journey from Hogwarts to the Capitol was a full day on the train. Harry and Prim played Exploding Snap and Wizard's Chess to pass the time.
At 11.30, Harry and Prim decided to turn in for the night. Harry saw Prim smile at him before disappearing into her room.
Harry went into his room and took a quick shower. He climbed into bed, pulling on a sleepshirt.
As he lay in bed, he thought about what had happened that day. Was it only this morning that he had been chosen for the games? In one day, he had been granted an almost certain death, said goodbye to his two best friends, whom he would never see again, promised to look after Prim, and was now on his way to the Capitol.
Harry's thoughts quickly changed. A little voice in his head was saying, "I'm going to die. I'm going to die." Harry knew that he was probably going to die before he was twenty anyway, but he never thought he would go like this. In a reality show. A freaking reality show.
He was disgusted. He and twenty-two other innocent people would die for Capitol people's entertainment. The very thought made him sick.
Sleep soon overcame him, as he closed his eyes and drifted off.
….
"Harry! Wake up, Harry! Honestly, get up!" Came a voice from outside his bedroom door.
"Five more minutes, Hermione." Harry mumbled, still half asleep.
"Harry, It's Umbridge. If you're not up and dressed in half an hour, I'll hex your ass into next week." Said Umbridge, who slammed her hand against the door before walking away.
Harry got out of bed and slowly dressed. He made his way to the breakfast table.
"Well, look who decided to join us." Said Mad Eye Mayhitch.
"We were just going over survival skills." Said
Prim.
Harry sat down. "What kind of survival skills?"
"Give me a chance to wake up boy." Said Mayhitch, reaching for his bottle of whiskey.
Harry quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the bottle.
"Accio."
The bottle flew into his hand. "I said, what kind of survival skills?" Said Harry, his patience wearing thin.
"Not bad, kid. So you're good at charms. But are you good at making friends? Oh, wait, you don't have to be good at it, you're Harry freaking Potter."
"Why would I need to make friends?"
"How thick are you? Well, in the games, if you're starving, or freezing, a matchbox or some food could just mean the difference between life and death. And those things only come from sponsors, and to get sponsors, you need to get people to like you. But, being 'The Chosen One' that shouldn't be too hard. Now, give me my frigging whisky!"
Harry slammed the whisky down on the table and stormed off to his room.
He sat on his bed and took his locket off. He opened it and looked at the pictures of him, Ron and Hermione. It was all too much. Silent tears fell down his face. Before long, loud sobs were racking through his body.
"Harry?" came a small voice from behind the door. "Are you ok?"
Harry was crying too hard to answer. He heard the door open and Prim was standing there.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I miss m-my friends. I'm n-never going to s-see them again. I'm supposed to protect them." Harry stuttered.
Prim walked over and sat next to him on the bed. She wrapped her small arms around him. Harry was shocked. A girl had never hugged him, other then Hermione.
"It's ok. I'm your friend. You can protect me."
Harry thought about what he had promised Katniss.
"Don't worry, Prim. I'll protect you."
"Woah, look at that!" Said Prim, pointing out the window.
They had arrived in the Capitol. Harry and Prim waved to the people, who all looked ridiculous.
As they stepped off the train, they heard Rita Skeeter announce,
"Ladies and gentleman, wizards and witches, all the way from District 9 ¾, the Hogwarts tributes, Primrose Everdeen and Harry Potter."
