The Floo Powder Accident

Chapter 38

Okay, I'm really late. I meant to do this one a few weeks ago actually. And I feel stupid at the moment for updating so lately. Since everything is hectic, with exams coming up and Christmas, and there was a break a few weeks ago - or was that even last week? I keep losing count of time anyhow, so I apologize. (Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Hunger Games. As well, sorry if I'm spelling apartment wrong, since I never actually say it, and if I do it's usually flat... So yeah. :| hehe)

It had been a few years since Prim's first year at Hogwarts. She's finished with her magical schooling, and at long last - she has to find a job. Prim had received, in the N.E.W.T. tests, all out-standings in Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, Charms, and Defence Against the Dark Arts. All of which, she could become a healer with.

As Prim applied to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Katniss had managed to buy an apartment. Peeta had convinced her he would help buy it for Prim and her. After long discussions and hours of persuading, he had managed to aid her in renting the place. It had three bedrooms, one for Katniss, for Mrs. Everdeen, and one for Prim. Peeta's family lived two doors down, as he lived right next door. The Hawthorne's had moved a few streets down but they came often to see the Everdeens. The past years, for Haymitch have moved from place to place (every owner claiming it smelled horrible after a month, of liquor). Effie was luckily hospitalized with the Hawthornes, but had to help with cleaning which was dreadful for the Capitol.

"Prim," Katniss knocked on her bedroom door. "The landlord's here." Prim put her laptop on her bed before grabbing Buttercup and shoving him into the wardrobe.

"Sorry," Prim bit her lip, whispering, as she closed on him. The landlord popped in just as Prim turned around.

"Yeah, it's fine, isn't it?" The landlord was a woman in her late fifties. You could tell by the many wrinkles on her forehead and nowhere else, that she wasn't a loose and happy person, but stressed. Her fingernails were always scraped short from who knows what. She had big glasses on that hung on the edge of her nose. She waved a hand to Prim and left her room while talking to Mrs. Everdeen.

"Close the door," Prim whisked about the room to the closet. Katniss shut it, locking it, and her little sister picked up Buttercup. "Glad he didn't make any noise."

"Yeah," Katniss trailed off.

It was August 1st of 1997 when Hermione, Harry, and Ron were trailing through shops. "I think I know where we can stay - for a bit, it's close by." Hermione whispered. Two Death Eaters had just been trying to bloody murder them, or at least knock them out. "You remember Prim, she doesn't live that far from here. No one would suspect it. No one knows that we had any connection with them but one person."

"It has to be quick," Harry rushed through the dark ally and into a crowded street.

"Come on," Hermione led the three through a few more streets until it became much quieter. There were flats next to the big square they were in now. They walked casually, blending in with the few people. It was a normal place, cars driving by, people going home to see their families. And Hermione saw one face in particular - Peeta Mellark. They quickened their pace until they caught up, walking by him.

He glanced at the trio, until he recognized who they were. He stopped, turning. "Hi." he stated simply.

"Could we," Hermione looked at Harry and Ron, "stay with you possibly for a few days? We're sort of, well-"

"We're going to need somewhere to stay for a bit, but we'll be out quickly - it's just we haven't got anywhere at the moment."

"Sure," Peeta looked at them as though they were a bit insane, but recovered quickly as he continued to his apartment. He unlocked the doors and the three followed in. "It's small, two bedrooms but the second has a set of bunk beds." he sheepishly showed them - but there wasn't anything wrong.

"Thanks," the three students whispered, Hermione took out a few books, a blank paper, a quill, and a radio. Ron recognized it immediately, a part of his father's collections. He slumped down on the bottom bed, staring at it.

Peeta left them, and went to Katniss's. Knocking on the door, Katniss opened, letting him come in.

"Do you know why Harry, Hermione, and Ron don't have anywhere to goright now, no place? What about their families?" Peeta hurried.

"How would I know?" Katniss spoke, sitting on the grey couch which came with the apartment. Prim came in, carrying Buttercup.

"Hermione, Ron, and Harry?" she asked confusedly. Peeta nodded, sitting next to Katniss. "Where are they?" Prim asked curiously.

"They're at my place, they just began talking about something, seems urgent," Peeta replied.

Buttercup hissed and jumped out of Prim's arms, scratching the beige curtains. He then jumped on the window sill, pawing at the glass. Prim looked at the cat, he usually didn't do this. Prim peered out the window to see the blonde boy who was in the arena, and who went to Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy walked past the window with a expressionless face. Prim opened the front door and he stopped.

The pale boy looked at her. He gave a retreating look at Prim, but ignored her and knocked on a door. It was Peeta's front door and she could hear the shuffles from inside. The door swung open to reveal Ron. Prim watched the two.

"Bloody hell," Ron gave a disgusted look. "Why are you here?"

Draco nodded to Prim, indicating he wanted into the residence. Hermione and Harry appeared by Ron, and Harry looked equally repulsed.

"Let him in," Hermione muttered to the other two. "He can help us, and it doesn't look like he has anything else, or anyone else, besides his wand. He couldn't take out all three of us without getting hurt too."

"Wait, what?" Prim said louder than she wanted to. Everyone looked at her. She blushed embarrassingly. "Sorry, what are you guys even doing? What's going on?"

The four exchanged glances. Peeta and Katniss went to Prim's side after hearing her exclamation. Malfoy looked at the victors and his face grew to anger, although he knew it wasn't their fault he went into that arena.

Whatt? Yeah, I just wrote that. It's official in my story. I don't do take backs. So do you like what I've done with the setting? It was sort of half and half, this chapter. And once again, I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING! I feel awful about that, I hadn't noticed it had been like a month - again. And I am definitely not quitting this story. Therefore, I am posting, and I'm going to try once again to post more often.

As well, twisters are coming.

Thanks for reading! Please, please review. :) I really hope you enjoyed this chapter.