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When I got off the train back in District 10, the first thing I wanted to do was see Harriet. And I did.
"John," she said, staring at me from a short distance. "You're really alive."
"Harriet."
She ran towards me and threw her arms around me tightly, crying into my shoulder. It made me cry too, seeing how upset she was. I wondered if she had kept her promise to stop drinking alcohol, since I had kept my part of the promise of keeping alive thanks to Sherlock.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you John," she sobbed.
"It's okay Harry," I answered. "I'm home, I'm safe."
We sat down together when she stopped crying and were in complete silence.
"So did you keep your promise?" I asked her.
She smiled then and nodded her head. "Yes, but I'm happier that you kept yours."
There was a knock on the door. I walked over to it cautiously, still feeling like everything I had to do needed to be careful and in self defence. To my surprise, I saw Ella standing with a letter in her hand.
"Keep this a secret from everyone, nobody can find it," she told me, passing the crumpled letter to me.
I nodded my head and she walked away so I closed the door behind her.
"What was that?" Harriet asked me.
"She just wanted to check if I was okay," I lied. "Hey, Harry, I'm going to go see my room again, I need to sleep for a bit."
"Okay but I mean, you don't have to live there anymore."
"I know, I don't care," I said. She shrugged and then I walked off into my room.
It was cold and felt empty because it had been a long time since I had last been in there.
I sat on my bed, which felt a lot comfier than sleeping on the cave floors in the arena, and opened my letter.
"Dear John Watson,
We are writing this letter without knowing if you will ever receive it. This is probably illegal to send, but we are willing to take the chance.
Our names are Mrs. Hudson and Mycroft Holmes."
My heart almost stopped when I saw 'Holmes', so I continued reading.
"We were both so thankful for you sticking with Sherlock until the very end, for accepting him and always trying to help him. We know you did as much as you possibly could, and that means the world to us. From what we saw, Sherlock didn't tell you anything about us. Mycroft is Sherlock's older brother, and Mrs Hudson has looked after Sherlock for the past few years of his life since his mother died. We know that if anyone finds out we have written this letter, we will be killed, but if not, we hope to see you on the Victory tour. Stay safe.
- Mrs Hudson and Mycroft Holmes, District 6.
P.S. Molly's parents said about how much they were thankful of you and Sherlock for helping her, even if it was for a short time. It meant a lot."
I put the letter flat out on the bed and stared at it. I was lost for how to feel, and even though they had comforted me, I still felt like I should have done more to save Sherlock. I began to fold the letter back up to hide it somewhere safe, until something caught my eye when the window's light shone on it.
"John, I'm sorry for tricking you like that and I don't blame you if you hate me for doing it, but I'm not dead. I can't explain how I'm alive, but believe that I am. I'll come find you John and we'll go somewhere away from Panem. My family and yours, all together and we can be safe. Thank you for being there, I will see you soon. –SH"
I put the letter down again and looked out of the small window. My best friend, the boy from six, was still alive.
A/N: Hello everyone! So the fanfic is finished! I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. I'm thinking that when Series 3 comes out I may continue with this story as another fic? Opinions on that would be appreciated. Please do remember to review this fanfic as I need criticism to improve on what I do! :D Literally cannot thank anyone enough for reading this, it's done wonders for my confidence in writing. x