District 1 - Peter - The Chronicles of Narnia

District 2 - Thorin - The Hobbit

District 3 - Four - Divergent

District 4 - Percy, Annabeth - Percy Jackson

District 8 - Morgana Le Fay - Merlin

District 9 - The 10th Doctor - Doctor Who

District 9 3/4 - Harry Potter, Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

District 12 - Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark - The Hunger Games

Chapter 10 - Taking Out Anger : Morgana Le Fay

Pulses of purple light shoot out of my hands. I couldn't control it anymore, and frankly, I didn't want too. I've been hiding it for so long, I've realized how much I didn't care. Out of frustration, I swished my arm and sent a layer of fire into the trees. The flames don't last long, and burn out. I gritted my teeth. My magic was weak here. Weak.

I shouted in frustration, and a spark of green light shot from my palms. I fear of setting the Arena on fire if I am not careful with my decisions. So I stopped my tantrum and sat a log. But very soon after, my anger boiled out again and now I have returned to square one.

"Peeta..." I grumbled. "What a ridiculously stupid name. What a ridiculously stupid person. And what in the name of the great dragon - is a Tracker Jacker?! I should like to - AAHH!"

Suddenly, in a jerk of pain, I cry out reaching for my head. If I didn't know better, I'd say that somebody hit me in the back of my head with a brick. But I do, I'm having another vision. But this time, I'm not sleeping.

A blurry image of the Sorcerer who haunts my dreams is shown to me, he is called, Emrys. In my vision, we stand in a secluded place of trees moss and forest. It is not the same forest as in the games, but my forest. The forests outside of Camelot. Emrys seems to be talking to me directly. He tells me that the Games will kill me. Then he begins to tell me of how I won't make it out alive. Then I screamed to Emrys how he knows this, and if there was a possible way to win. Emrys simply held up his hand, which at the same time, he made me mute for the moment. I mumble something for him, but I cannot speak so the sorcerer goes on.

Emrys tells me there is only one possible way for me to win. I scream something inaudible and then the Sorcerer tells me something I never would have thought of. Emrys tells me the only way to win the Games, is if I make another alliance. When I am allowed to speak again I ask him, 'who?'

The Sorcerer gives me the name, Harry Potter.

Emrys shows me what he looks like. When I ask him how I get Harry Potter to join me, he tells me I won't. I shout a foul word of him being a idiot, and then I get muted again. He tells me of another tribute in an alliance with Harry Potter and that he'll never join me if she's around. I see what she looks like. The wenches name is Hermione Granger, so I guess I must kill her. Which is simple enough because I've killed before, and I should say I'm pretty good at it. He lets me speak again. When I ask him where the couple is, he grins and the forest begins to dissolve. I scream at Emrys to tell me but before I know it, I'm back in the dark, dense, and unsafe forest.

I screamed and let out another burst of light.

Suddenly, I saw two tributes flying through the air.

I knew it, I thought. There was people flying. Eat your heart out, Peeta.

A small voice in my head tells me it's Harry and Hermione. I know what the voice is. I can see who Hermione is because of the frizzy hair flying behind her. They were flying over head very close to where I am.

I smirked mischievously, having magical properties came in handy so much.

"Et detraxi in duas tributa!" I shouted, swirling my hand, I created a swoosh of air, and throw and hand toward the sky, flying straight toward their broom. It travels through the air, and I can see somebody falling off the broom. I smirked, because I saw that its Hermione. I heard a girls scream, and then I heard it stop.

Like I said before, magic comes in handy.

I heard what must have been Harry scream her name and dive towards the trees. His flying stick dipped into the treetops and I heard nothing else.

Later, I found proper shelter and I made a bed for me out of pine needles and wood. It's not comfortable-but it does work so that's good. When I go to bed, I found no trouble in sleeping-I was so relieved that someone like Peeta wasn't near me, watching me sleep and probably planning my death while doing it. Next, I was very happy that I had taken care of my Hermione problem. It was resolved very quickly indeed, the next order of business is to find a way to get Harry Potter to join me. I am, in fact very persuasive on my own, but I don't know how well I can be-for I do not this Harry Potter, and he could be anyone. Take any personality.

I roll over to my side, thinking some more about Harry Potter. I shall get him on my team, I will get him on my team. My thoughts are interrupted by a loud screech of feedback.

"Ugh!" I moaned, covering my ears, a voice comes into the arena, and saying the following,

"Attention everyone, it is time for the Feast. For those in the Games who don't realize. . .the Feast will give you one chance to get something you need desperately. Whether medicine. . .Blankets. . .Or even weapons. The Feast begins the day after tomorrow at dusk. This will be the only announcement."

"Who could care for such a thing?" I groaned quietly. That's when I had an ingenious idea-I could meet Harry Potter at the Feast.

My mind bolts awake, and for the next hour, I think of ways to get my Harry Potter to join me. Perhaps I could steal his bag and barter with him to get it back. Or maybe I could even brainwash him to join me. Surely, I could even try to use my persuasive skills on him! Ah, what fun!

Now, all I have to do is prepare myself within the time of two days to get ready for the Feast. I shall be alert and awake when the time comes.

I am going to get Harry Potter to join me, I thought. If it is the last thing I do.