A/N: Another chapter finished. BTW, check out my story Disappear if you like PJ & HP crossovers.

Katniss POV

Harry Potter… Who is Harry Potter? Sure, I wasn't the most sociable person in District Twelve, but I would have heard of him at least since. I never heard of his parents. I've never seen him before the Reaping. He didn't even look like he was from District Twelve. Usually, people from District Twelve have black hair and grey eyes, or blonde hair and blue eyes. Black hair and green eyes? It was unheard of. He could've passed off as someone from Four. Then again the green of his eyes were different. They looked like the gem from District One, emeralds.

There was also the matter of his accent. It wasn't the Capitol one, but it was well, different.

It was like that he wasn't from here. Not from the Capitol or any District…

I couldn't even decide if he was friend, or foe.

Yes. He covered for me. When I recognized the red-haired Avox, he told Haymitch and Effie that it was probably someone who looked like her from my District. He seemed nice enough, too. He didn't snob me. He even hinted that we should be allies in the arena; to tell the truth, he seemed like a good ally, and probably was.

I felt like such an idiot when I refused, but I couldn't help it. I cannot stand betrayal. I decided long ago that I would fend for myself and Prim.

I gazed at the starry sky. The question remains: Who is Harry Potter?

Haymitch POV

As a mentor in the games, there are moments that I feel helpless. I feel sorry for the ones chosen at the Reaping. I feel sorry for them when I realise that they had no chance for survival. If they did. Even the least chance of it, I had a strategy.

I had one for Katniss and Harry. They both had a chance at winning. I've heard of Katniss' archery skills, and I still remembered Harry's aim with the butter knife at the train.

I had two choices. I could pair them up. The star- crossed lovers from District Twelve, or perhaps, the-siblings-in-all-but-blood tactic. The Hunger Games was a television show. They'd let both of them survive if that was what the viewers wanted.

I just hoped that they'd survived long enough to work. For now…I grabbed my liquor bottle.

…

I suck at tying knots.

Right now, I'm in the Training Center with Katniss, and the other Tributes. I tried not to watch the other Tributes, especially the Careers, as they went to the dangerous weapons section, and took down dummies with ease, like, "In the Arena, you're going to die just like this dummy!" as the poor dummy was stabbed in the heart and other vital places.

The other Tributes weren't much better. Were they all built among the lines of Crabbe and Goyle? Merlin, even the girls were taller than me, including Katniss, and the others towered over her! I was probably- no, I was the shortest Tribute, unless you counted Rue, who's only twelve.

I haven't quite reached my growth spurt yet. I was expecting it on my birthday, which is on: The finale of the Hunger Games!

I tried not to imagine one of the Careers, perhaps, singing Happy Birthday to me as they stabbed me in the back.

I gave up on the knot, I was tying, and headed off to the station where you learned about plants. I was never interested in plants or Herbology that much, but I preferred not to starve to death. Then again it was only a week and a few days. Trust me, I had much worse with the Dursleys, but I did want to have a growth spurt. I decided to stay. Good thing, I did. I learned about nightlock, it looked like very edible blue berries, and turned out to be poison. "You'll be dead in a minute!" the instructor had said.

Over the next three days of training, I went to every station. From building snares and throwing knives. I felt rather prepared for my private session with the Gamemakers. I hoped that I would at the very least, get a score of seven.

…

I shifted uncomfortably as each name was called. I would be the last one. "Katniss Everdeen."

"Good luck," I mumbled to Katniss, and I was alone. I felt like I was in the tent again, the one in the First Task. At least, you're not facing a dragon, I thought. "Only the Muggles that will make sure your life is a misery in the arena," a voice continued.

"Harry Potter." With a feeling of dread, I went in. The Gamemakers looked rather startled. One of them looked like he was having a panic attack. I hid a smirk. There was a bow shot clean through an apple that belonged to the roasted pig. Good one, Katniss.

Through all the commotion, they hadn't noticed me. I cleared my throat loudly. They didn't notice. I did it again. No one noticed. I was fuming. In the Wizarding World, I hated people staring at me and my scar. Now that I needed them to stare at me, they bloody wouldn't.

My gaze flickered to the throwing knives, and back to the Gamemakers again. There was an ice statue…

I decided to take a leaf out of Katniss's book. I got a knife, and aimed it at the very center of the statue. It hit, dead center, and I have no idea how, but it shattered.

Some of them screamed. I cleared my throat again. "Harry Potter," I bowed.

Perfect. I definitely had their attention. I grabbed the set of throwing knives, and ran. Hitting each dummy as I passed. They all looked quite impressed. "Thanks for the attention," I said, bowing again.

…

I was nervous. They were going to announce the scores any minute. What was I going to get? A four? Like the one Karkaroff gave me in the First Task?

Effie was mad at us, and gave Katniss and I, glowering looks. Something about disrespect. (The private training session with the Gamemakers.)

Haymitch approved though. And I just knew that I was going to get a four. I didn't watch the scores of the Careers. They probably got tens. The only score that I bothered to pay attention to was Rue's, she got a seven. I wonder what she did.

I tensed as my name was called. At least, I looked decent in my picture. Caesar was making a face before he announced my score. I winced. Yep. Definitely getting a four. Then again, judging by his face, it was lower.

"With the score of-" Just spit it out Caesar. "Of eleven."

I didn't expect that coming. Katniss got an eleven, too.

"To the girl on fire, and the boy with the lightning scar," toasted Cinna.

And for a second, I forgot about the games, and focused on celebrating.

A/N: Tell me what you think? I hope I got Katniss and Haymitch right. Oh, and about Harry's height; it isn't his birthday yet, so he must be quite short. Poor Harry is going to have a growth spurt in the arena, or none at all. As for the lack of angst, I hate an angsty Harry. I love a cheeky/ sarcastic/ funny one much better.