Authors note: sorry that it took so long! D: I was camping, then I was sick, then life butted in and decided to be difficult, but here's your chapter! Enjoy!

SPECIAL THANKS: to Ninja Master, for constant pestering on details, ideas, and always sending praise on chapters, thank you! :D

Katniss had never met someone as stupid and reckless than Harry in all of her life; the moment she had stepped off the pedestal, Cato had made a flying tackle for her. Sadly for him, Harry had gotten there just seconds before.

Her first thought was he was going to kill her, and she made futile attempts at trying to throw him off; while she was struggling, she noticed that Cato was no longer attacking her, because he couldn't attack Harry to get to Katniss.

She mentally slapped herself in the forehead for not thinking of what Harry's plan was; knowing Harry though he probably hadn't actually thought of it till he did it. Remembering what he had told her about Hogwarts and the House he was from, Gryffindor he had said, Gryffindor must have been the school's label for dangerous and stupid.

Is not! A voice shouted in her head, she squinted her eyes and pretended she didn't hear it.

Because Harry wasn't attacking Cato, he was attacking Katniss, Cato couldn't make a move for either one of them; it was quite a good plan, Katniss just wished she had thought of it first. Harry had pinned her to the ground, her hands were positioned above her head, with Harry sitting on her stomach.

She imagined that it looked rather…interesting. Cato had gotten impatient and started walking away, muttering something about getting it on in the arena. Katniss could only imagine what was going on his small twisted mind.

Taking advantage of the fact that Harry was looking away, Katniss shoved the raven-haired boy off of her, he was making it hard to breath. She had hit him hard enough so that when he fell on his side the air swooshed out him.

As he sat up he stared at her indignantly, which she laughed at; she couldn't help but think of how ridiculous everything was, how she 'loved' Harry, and how everything she thought she had to live for didn't really matter.

It was like anything that had ever meant anything to her wasn't even real, because it wasn't. Gale wasn't real he was just someone that she was hunting partners with, someone to help feed her family; her family wasn't really real anyway either, they made her sad and they made her work hard. Sure she could say that she loved them, but that was only because they were related to her, that's not a very good reason to love someone.

At least that's what she told herself, that they weren't real and they didn't mean anything; they were just related to her, which was easier. She couldn't let herself be attached to them, no one, not even Harry. Because, because even if he wasn't real, there was Gale. Wasn't there? He wouldn't forget, he couldn't, could he? No! she told herself, he wouldn't dare.

I swear if he forgets about me, I will kick his ass! She thought angrily, that is, if I make it out of the games. She knew she would though; there was no way she couldn't really win. There were definitely people bigger and stronger and healthier than her, but she was destined to win, she just felt it.

Harry snapped his fingers in front of her face, and she shot a death glare at him; how rude!

"Katniss! What could you possibly be thinking about, I've been sitting here calling your name for ten minutes." This registered to her as very, very bad.

"Harry, why didn't you talk to me sooner? Cato could have all the supplies there might be already!"

"Well, I was try-"

"Don't argue Harry, let's go!" she shot to her feet, and grabbed Harry by his wrists, attempting to pull him to his feet; but he stubbornly wouldn't let her.

"Don't help me to my foot, that's what I'm supposed to do."

"Harry, there is no time to be chivalrous right now, we have to go!"

"Alright, alright." Harry said, reluctantly climbing to his feet. Looking around she noted the look of shock on his face; she assumed that it was their surroundings; they were surrounded by a field of grass that seemed to go for miles in every direction, except for one lone tree to their far right.

"Well that should make it interesting." Harry noted, and Katniss couldn't help but comment on his level of density.

"What an astute observation, captain-of-the-obvious."

"Hey. No need to be hatin'." He said pointedly, and she rolled her eyes, how would they ever convince anyone that they loved each other?

"I thought you loved me?" she jabbed playfully, hinting to him that they needed everyone to know that they really did love each other. Not. The serious look she got from Harry was not what she expected though.

She really hated how he seemed like he owned every situation, how even though he was almost six inches shorter than her he could look down at her; he always made her feel small, like he was in charge and he knew it.

"I do love you, I have since you took me in; you saved me Katniss and that doesn't seem to mean much to you, because you just don't get it. In district twelve almost nobody stands up for anyone, and if they do, they won't let anyone know they did it." He paused to take notice of her puzzled expression.

"Yeah Katniss, other people look out for you, not me, not Gale. But I can't tell you because he's afraid to say anything because you don't even know he exists." She opened her mouth to argue, that she probably did know him, but Harry raised a single finger to her lips,

"And Katniss, that's because you're one of them; and I can't change that. Nobody can, no one except you." Harry turned on his heels and walked towards the general direction of the cornucopia, not wasting any time to explain what he just said.

Fury bubbled up within Katniss, her stomach actually burned; her tongue felt like it was swelling with hateful insults she didn't dare shout at his retreating back. It would be tacky. Silently fuming she trudged behind Harry, her feet stomping with every marching step. Even though she would never admit it to anyone else, there was something else there too, something like admiration.

There had actually been quite a few supplies at the cornucopia; they figured Cato had already taken his pick because the majority of big weapons were gone. There was a meager supply of knives, enough food to last the two of them for a week at least, bow and arrows, three spears, and one long thin sword. Not very impressive, but it would do for their purposes.

Harry picked up the stiletto like sword and started tossing it between his hands, thrusting it into the air directly in-between the ribs of his imaginary opponent. Making a quick tight circle, he made another thrust and then jumped like someone had gone for his feet.

She had started clapping for his little performance when she saw the quick flash of silver fly across her vision.

"Harry!" her vision started to become distorted, and she felt herself swaying in the nonexistent wind.

She was thrown out of her trance when someone tackled her from behind; she tried to flip the attacker off her, but only resulted in having them land on top of her.

"Cato!" she spat at him, rage flashing in her eyes like strobe lights, flicking between her internal inferno of hate and worry, how could she fight him?

"Hello princess, looks like lover-boy's a little busy." He retorted, flicking his head to the side where Harry was writhing on the ground in pain, the knife just above his knee in the back of his leg. There must have been a poisoned tip on the knife that was the only explanation for the frothing at the mouth.

Katniss hated not knowing what was happening, and she had no explanation for Harry, so she decided to pin all her rage onto Cato; it was of course him who threw the knife.

"What the fuck did you do to him?" she asked, rage shaking her to the core, making her eyes flick in every direction, she only hoped Cato knew the fury she was spewing was aimed at him.

"Oh, looks like little miss innocent isn't quite so innocent." He retorted mockingly, rough finger pads caressing her face. His intense blue eyes searched her face for some emotion other than anger; Seeming satisfied he closed his eyes and leaned his face in close to hers.

She leaned in close enough so that she could feel his breath across her neck, and whispered in his ear, as if to murmur sweet nothings. As if. Because that would definitely happen.

"Hey, Cato…"

"What Katn-" before he could finish his question she aimed a sharp knee to his crotch, enjoying his sharp intake of breath, and high pitched squeak as he fell onto the ground beside her, throwing up a small cloud of dirt, similar to that of Harry.

"Don't you dare use my name you son of a bitch, you're not my friend." Spitting on the ground just inches in front of his nose; walking so that she could keep an eye on him without looking over her shoulder. She knew better than to turn her back on someone like Cato.

Once she was about a hundred feet away, she remembered Harry, and scanned the ground near Cato frantically; hoping for the form of Harry on the ground, alive.

"Harry! Harry!" she waited a few moments before she even considered freaking out, which was a last resort.

"Harry, come one, this isn't funny!" she walked a few yards closer to where she had come from, but all she saw was a slight rustling in the grass, odd, but she had more to worry about.

She heard a scream a little to the left and immediately thought it was Harry, and she started running towards where she had left Cato; expecting to see a dead Harry. I swear to the heavens above, if he so much as touched a hair on his head…

Walking faster, Katniss was surprised to see Harry pulling out three short daggers from Cato's back, managing to keep his convulsing to a minimum. He must've used his magic; there is no way he could've thrown a knife shivering like that.

"Harry!" she shouted, Happy to see him still (somewhat) alive; dropping to the ground beside him, she wrapped her arms around his shuddering form.

"Don't ever do anything like that again!" she scolded, letting tears slip down her face for emphasis; she had not expected his easy, cocky lopsided grin.

"What kill our opponent?" asked oh so innocently, a slight trace of a smirk gracing his features.

"I don't want to have to save you Harry." She said with what she hope was finality, that's obviously not what Harry thought.

"Darling, we've been through this, I'm saving you." He reminded her gently, as if she was a small child, or a damsel in distress; who decided she needed saving?

Harry did obviously. A rather dry voice commented in her head, the same voice she swore she didn't hear earlier.

I don't know who you are, but you aren't welcome in my head! She shouted mentally; not only was she not in control of the world around her, but now it seemed the world in her head too.

Oh please! It's not like you were doing much with it anyway.

Excuse me? You do not have the right to enter my thoughts, and then comment on my level of density!

Of course I do, how else am I supposed to save you?

If you haven't noticed, Harry's kind of already got that covered.

And who do you think helped him?

No.

That's right.

It can't be.

Yours truly.

Katniss refused to believe it, the same annoying voice that was invading her thoughts was also the, the thing saving her!

Wait, how can I know I can trust what you say I haven't met you, so I don't have anything to go on, so why should I believe you?

You don't have to believe me, except for the fact that I'm in Harry's head too.

Of course you are, how else would you help him?

*chuckle*

I didn't know you could laugh in your mind.

Well I wasn't laughing, I was chuckling.

Whatever.

Katniss realized that throughout the whole exchange in her mind she had been staring blankly at Harry who was now shouting her name and waving his hands in front of her face, a distraught look dominating his features.

"What? What is it Harry?" She demanded, an annoyed tone slipping into her simple question, she had probably been talking about Harry probably to herself, and she couldn't shake the feeling that her screws had been tighter once…

"Nothing, you just didn't look so good." Rolling her eyes, she made the comment he surely knew he was walking into.

"Thanks Harry, you're a real charmer, going to tell me I have a wonderful personality too?" shaking his head at her stubborn need for sarcasm, he tried his best to ignore her charming disposition.

"You know, sarcasm really doesn't become you."

"Oh yeah, why's that?"

"Because it makes you seem like a Slytherin." Katniss made a small mock gasp, undoubtedly believing she had made a harmless comment that Harry had expected.

"Me? A poor little Hufflypuff from district 12?" She made a small pouty face, knowing full well the only one who bought that act was Prim.

Harry snorted at her, Katniss, a Hufflepuff? Absurd.

"Katniss, we still have four days, a-"Katniss cut him off with a voice dripping in fear.

"Harry, why didn't we hear a canon?" Harry scrunched up his face and thought about her question for a moment, before he let out a sharp shout of pain. Hopping around on one leg, Harry made his way to Katniss for a support.

Katniss looked down at the slithering form of Cato, who had pulled himself silently from where the pair had left him at the cornucopia. Seeing that he was spent, Katniss picked up the knife he had stabbed Harry in the foot with, sourly noting the edge painted crimson, she dropped the knife and watched as it lodged itself in the base of Cato's head.

Cato thrashed from his nerves for a bit before coming to a slow with a deathly stillness.

"Gross." Harry muttered under his breath, still not comfortable with the fact that the girl he loved had so nonchalantly just killed someone.

"Mmhmmm." Katniss confirmed blocking off her emotions, knowing now was not the time to confront Harry.

Katniss had spent the rest of the afternoon half dragging half carrying Harry to the tree that lay a half a mile or so away from the cornucopia. Having checked the two wounds he had gotten from Cato, she noticed neither went very deep, just made it hard to walk.

Especially since they were both in his legs; unfortunately they were both in different legs. When she had finally gotten Harry to rest at the base of the tree, Katniss realized that she should probably get the rest of the supplies from the cornucopia and set up some sort of camp.

Even though she and Harry were the only people left in the arena, they had no idea what little tricks the Game makers had up their sleeves. Sprinting through the field of tall grass, Katniss swerved in odd patterns as she attempted to dodge and leap over little holes in the ground.

Reaching the pile of supplies, Katniss started to sort out the things she and Harry could use, and the things that she had no idea about. Finding a thick canvas bag, Katniss stuffed all the food into the large bag and tied the drawstring.

Setting the bag on the ground, Katniss grabbed a smaller bag and filled it with various weapons, ranging from more knives, to large axes, to small four edged miniature saw looking things. Grabbing two small backpacks as well, Katniss grabbed her treasure and headed back to where she had left Harry.

Carrying the two backpacks, one on each shoulder, and carrying the other two bags in her hands, Katniss felt very tired once she had reached their small camp; those bags were heavier than they looked.

Seeing that Harry had fallen asleep while she was away, Katniss first noticed how sweet he looked when he was asleep; which was quickly shoved away when she remembered that they were still in the games, and needed to be constantly vigilant.

Figuring that she could talk to Harry about that problem in the morning, Katniss put the bag of long lasting food beside Harry, while keeping the weapons closer to her. Opening the two backpacks, Katniss almost shouted in excitement when she found a small tent packed into the bag.

Pulling the bag away from Harry, she kicked the bag before jumping back as the pack sprang itself into a comfortable medium sized tent. Opening the other pack, she found a sleeping bag and two inflatable pillows.

Unrolling the sleeping bag inside the tent, she prodded Harry awake enough so that she could pull him into the tent, and eventually the sleeping bag too. Putting the food and weapons in the tent with Harry, Katniss zipped up the tent and climbed the tall sprawling tree to watch as guard.

Keeping her eyes focused on the gentle swaying of the grass in the brisk evening wind, Katniss stayed alert for any signs of danger. Occasionally off in the distance, she swore that she heard the sound of coyotes, but they were still far off and weren't anything to worry about.

Several times she had seen the grass part, and had been expecting some sort of small beast to come crashing through the tall grass, but was instead rewarded with several small rabbits. Taking them all down easily with the bow and arrows she had recruited from her expedition to the cornucopia.

Roasting the small rabbits, she munched on the fresh meat and saved one for Harry, who was still sleeping. She had checked on him once to make sure he was still breathing, only to find him still safely passed out.

Coming back to her perch on the wide branches, Katniss noted with her sharp hunter vision something coming through the grass that was definitely bigger than her easy picking rabbits.

Seeing the reflective gleaming yellow eyes of the coyotes she had heard earlier, she loaded an arrow into her bow and sent it flying into one of those midnight pelts. Waiting for the beast to fall onto the ground bleeding, she was shocked as the arrow fell from the beast's massive coat, her eyes narrowing at the bent and broken shaft.

"Oh, so that's how you like to play?" she spoke, the smallest trace of fear lacing her words delicately. The small dogs growled at her menacingly in reply, stalking towards her perch in the tree.

You really got yourself into it this time didn't you? The voice!

Why don't you make yourself useful? Katniss spat at the disdainful voice.

You think I know how to fight these things?

That was kind of the point of me asking you.

Sorry, here's a tissue.

I don't see how my death is funny to you!

You wouldn't.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, nothing, just that… I don't like you.

Damn voice.

…

Good riddance!

Nah, you'd miss me.

Wanna bet?

…

Yeah that's what I thought.

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I love that thrice damned voice! XD