A/N: I have new fanfic! I'd appreciate it if you could read what I have so far, and tell me what you think. :)

Ginny

So, basically, Harry was such a bloody hero, he almost got himself killed—again. How was I supposed to keep him alive at this rate? He'd be dead by tomorrow, without any medicine.

Suddenly, trumpets blared. "At dawn tomorrow, there will be a feast at the cornucopia. Now hold on. Some of you may be declining my invitation. But this is no ordinary feast. Each of you needs something desperately. Each of you will find that something in a backpack marked with your district number, at the Cornucopia, at dawn. Think hard about refusing to show up. For some of you, this will be your last chance."

He paused a moment before he continued, and this announcement surprised me more than the other. "There has also been a rule change." Katniss gasped. "Two tributes may live, if they are from the same district or house." He repeated it, as if we didn't get it.

"Peeta!" Katniss said. She clapped her hands over her mouth as if she'd done something bad.

She looked panicked. She kept glancing over her shoulder. "Ginny, I…" She didn't want to say it. But I knew. She wanted—no she needed to find him.

I nodded. "Go." She hesitated, and I repeated it. She grabbed her pack, tossed me my stuff she'd had in it, and she took off.

That was when it finally registered. We could both live. Harry and I could both make it out alive! It must've dawned on him, too. He smiled so wide again, it looked like his mouth was going to fall off if he smiled any wider. I could've jumped up and down I was so happy.

I could only imagine Ron and Hermione, celebrating back home. Maybe things would be alright, just like they promised! But there were still 10 other tributes.

"Who's left again?" I asked him.

"Uh, Katniss, Peeta, you, me, Cho, the kid from 10, the kid from 3, uhh…"

"And the boy from one," I added. "And both of them from two, and the boy from eleven. Wait, there's still one more. That's only 11 there's 12." But neither of us could remember the name.

A cannon went off. I wondered who it was. Surely it couldn't be Katniss or Peeta? Although, who knows where Peeta could be, and in what condition. And the feast! I had to go. Harry needed medicine and that was probably what was in there. That was what he needed desperately.

He must've known what I was going to. Although, how could he not? "No. You can't."

"Harry, don't be stupid. If I don't go you're going to die!"

"You'll get yourself killed!" he was almost yelling.

"You're winning this thing no matter what." I said, angrily. "I promised Rue, and I always knew it would be you."

"You really promised her that?" he asked, suddenly calm.

"Yeah."

I remembered that Katniss had never finished making the fire. I gathered up the rest of the wood, and grabbed the pack of matches from my pack. I cooked the squirrels, we ate, and then just sat there for a while.

"I'm going," I said.

"What? You're going to the feast?"

"We already talked about this! I'm saving your life! Now shut up."

"I'm going with you."

"Uh, no. You aren't."

He started getting up. I pushed him down. "Stop it or I'll knock you out."

He knew I was serious, so he stayed down. I grabbed my bow and pack and walked away. It was early, but it would take forever. It was almost dawn when I got there. I stopped a few feet from the clearing.

I could see someone in the trees not too far from me. There was something long and shiny in their hands. A bow. So Katniss had come, too. I wondered if she'd found Peeta.

The ground in front of the cornucopia shook, and opened up, a table rising up. Katniss ran immediately. She was almost back to the forest when someone ran out and tackled her to the ground.

I recognized the boy from one. I would've helped her, except if I didn't get my backpack next, it would probably be taken by someone else. I ran as fast as I could. I put it on my arm, and was just running to help Katniss when someone else kicked the boy off. He landed on his back with a sickening crunch. The cannon fired.

"She's mine!" I could hear them say. It was definitely a girl.

Katniss had started to run away, but the girl grabbed one of the straps of her pack. She pushed Katniss back to the ground, and they were rolling around on the ground, trying to kill each other with the knife the girl was holding.

A boy ran out from the other side of the cornucopia. He ran straight for the girl. He picked her up as easily as if she was just a tiny doll.

"You say her name. You kill her?" He asked. "You kill the little girl?"

"What? No! No!" she shrieked.

He grabbed a rock and smashed it into her temple. Her cannon fired before she hit the ground. The boy said something to Katniss, then turned and ran, grabbing the backpacks marked 1, 2 and 11. Man, he hit the motherload.

Katniss got up and ran. Until she had left, I hadn't realized how much I was shaking. I shook my head to concentrate, then turned and ran.

As I got back into the forest I heard a boy yell "Clove? Clove!"

I didn't stop until I reached Harry, though I nearly passed out before I could even slide the backpack from my arm. I dropped it onto his lap, and sat down next to him. I started to open the backpack when he pushed my hands away.

"I'll do it," he said. He looked even more pale than before. I was glad I'd gone.

"I'm glad you're still alive," he said.

"Yeah, me too."

"I heard the cannons. Who were they?"

"A girl and a boy. I'm not sure which district."

He was silent. He rubbed the medicine in and around the cut, the re-wrapped it in a clean bandage. He was going to be alright, I just knew it. And there were only 7 of us left.

Katniss had told me they interviewed our families and friends back home when there were only 8 tributes left.

"You should sleep," Harry said.

There was no way I could argue with him when I was so tired. So I laid down and went to sleep.

Harry

Don't get me wrong, I was glad she'd saved me—again. But I didn't like the idea of her risking her life for me.

I liked watching her sleep. She looked much more peaceful. Nothing much happened except my arm seemed to be getting better already. Once she woke up, she went back out to get some more squirrels or something.

"The water is going down," she announced, handing me the bottle. I drank a little bit, then handed it back.

"What? Why would that be—" then it hit me.

Rue had told me sometimes they would drive the tributes together, for a better fight. And now they were driving us all down to the lake. And how Ginny described it, we didn't have much time until the stream was completely dry. We might not even have 24 hours.

And I was right. By the next morning, the stream was bone dry. And we were almost out of water. We had no choice but to go to the lake. I was cursing the people who'd made the game—Gamemakers as Rue had called them—and the Ministry. They'd forced into these stupid games, and getting so many students killed because of it.

We were almost at the cornucopia when a cannon fired. Then another. Then growling.

"Oh damn," Ginny said. "RUN!"

We ran as fast as we could to get to the cornucopia. Katniss and Peeta were there, along with another boy. They were climbing up the cornucopia, trying to get away from the wolf-things. Ginny and I were barely reaching it, the wolves right on our heels. Ginny pulled herself up easily, then reached down and helped me up.

Then I got my first real glimpse at the wolves. They looked normal except for their claws—which were razor sharp, and their eyes…oh God the eyes! They looked so human, it was scary. The smallest one caught my eye. Its dark brown fur and eyes, and around its neck was a collar made of—what was that? Straw? With a number 11 on it. 11…straw…Rue! Whoa, were those their actual eyes? Weird.

They were growling and trying to climb up to get us, but they couldn't get their claws to grab onto the hot metal. Ginny and Katniss were shooting arrows at some of them, but nothing happened to them. Maybe they were indestructible. Maybe there wouldn't be a victor this year at all, if all of us are trapped up here with hardly any food or water.

Without warning, the boy grabbed Peeta and pulled him up to the edge. Katniss gasped. She pointed her bow at him.

"Go ahead, shoot me. We'll both die."

She couldn't shoot him if it meant losing Peeta, too. For the first time I noticed his calf and thigh were bandaged, like he'd gotten into a really nasty fight. Slowly he lifted his hand and made an 'X' over the boy's hand.

Katniss realized what he meant, and she shot his hand. He let go of Peeta, and stumbled backward off the edge. Katniss lunged forward and grabbed Peeta's hand to keep him from falling.

He hit the ground, and the mutts attacked him. We could hear him yelling, then it faded into whimpering. They dragged him back inside the cornucopia, and we couldn't see him anymore.

"So…what happens now that we're the last ones?" Ginny asked quietly.

Oh yeah. Hadn't thought about that. We were the only ones left besides the boy. Great. We couldn't kill each other. We'd saved each other multiple times, and none of us could forget that.

Peeta looked like he was about to pass out. Katniss did some fancy medical thing (that I have absolutely no idea what it was), and used her last arrow to keep it tight. We decided to just wait it out until morning, then decide what to do.

I don't know about the rest of them, but I barely slept. The metal had turned ice cold. But when it started getting light again, Katniss crept over to the edge. She leaned down, with Peeta gripping her ankles. She had gotten her arrow out of the thing(yes, very descriptive, I know) and she shot inside. The cannon fired.

Great. Now we were officially the last ones. Now what?

"So...um…what're we supposed to do?" Ginny asked.

Katniss's eyes widened. She fumbled with a little pouch strapped to her belt. She managed to get it undone, then emptied it into her hand. Some kind of berries.

"It's one of us, or all of us," she said. I gotta say, I admire her nerve.

She poured a bit of the berries into our hands. "On the count of three, we eat these."

"Wait," I said. "What are these?"

"Nightlock," she explained. "One berry will kill you."

Wow. But I didn't protest.

"One." Should we? "Two." I guess so. "Three." No turning back now.

We all lifted the berries to our mouths. They had just gotten into my mouth when the trumpets blared.

"Stop! Stop! Ladies and Gentlemen! I am please to announce the victors of the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Harry Potter, and Ginny Weasley!"

We spit out the berries and ran to the lake, to wash out our mouths. Thankfully, none of us had swallowed any. A hovercraft appeared overhead. This time four ladders dropped down.

We stepped on, and we were frozen in place until the ladders were up inside the hovercraft. Peeta collapsed immediately. People in white coats came and got him, and took into another small area, where a glass wall separated us. Katniss started pounding on the glass.

"Hey, Katniss, Katniss," Ginny tried to calm her down, but it didn't seem to work.

Another woman came out and injected some stuff into her arm, and she passed out. So Ginny and I were alone. We were fine, well, mostly, and we were safe. We were finally safe.

A/N: WHOOOOO the Games are over! This is not the end though. I'm going to do probably one or two more chapters, and I'm actually planning on a sequel. :)