It all started with two words.

"Primrose Everdeen".

The words that inspired one girl. The words that inspired a rebellion.

The Hunger Games were cruel. They were a time of death and victory. Only the victor did not feel good, as they had just outlasted twenty-three other kids. Those twenty-three kids were dead.

Katniss Everdeen was the one that started it all. She volunteered as the tribute for District Twelve to save her sister. She entered the Hunger Games. She pretty much sentenced herself to death.

As the seventy-fourth Hunger Games drew nearer, three young wizards were just taking their Apparation tests, when it horribly backfired and they were teleported into the future...

"Harry, would you hurry up and finish!" Said Hermione Granger, a young female witch.
"I'm trying. What about Ron?" He said. Suddenly, a loud crack emitted from the air and a small red-headed boy named Ron Weasley magically Apparated beside him.
"What about me?" He asked.
"Nothing..." Harry said. Hermione was looking very impatient.
"Oh, just give it to me."
Harry handed his test over to Hermione and she finished it within one minute.
"Done!" She said. "Now, let's all Apparate too, ah... Diagon Alley!"
"OK. On the count of three. One... two... three!" Said Ron. They were transported into a grass field that had a golden sparkling cornucopia shaped building. A gong sounded out of nowhere, and twenty-four people came running at them. Hermione pulled out her wand, but a small black-haired girl came running up to her with a knife.
"Whoever you are, I'm going to kill you!" She said in a cold, high-pitched voice.
"Expelliarmus!" Shouted Harry. The knife immediately flew out of her hand.
"Who are you?" She said, in a voice now sounding very frightened.
"I'm Harry Potter, the boy who lived."
"OK, I'm going to run away now..." She said. Immediately she started running. There were people dying all around them. Some had run into the cornucopia building, but they were being slashed with a sword that belonged to a broad, tall blond boy. Something caught Ron's eye. It was a girl with her hair in a braid down her back, struggling with a boy that was about to stab her with a knife.
"Impedimenta!" Ron shouted. The boy froze. Harry and Ron quickly ran over and as soon as the boy unfroze, struck.
"Petrificus Totalus!" They shouted in unison. The boy suddenly couldn't move and fell over.
"Please! Don't kill me!" Pleaded the girl.
"We won't, but who are you?" Asked Hermione.
"I'm K-Katniss Everdeen." She replied nervously.
"Well, hi. I'm Hermione Granger."
"Um, wh-wh-what are you?" Katniss asked again, even more nervous than the first time.
"Wizards, of course." Harry replied.
"Wiz-whats?"
"Wizards." Said Ron, quite annoyed.
"OK, then." Replied Katniss.
"Where are we, Katniss?" Asked Harry.
"You're in the Hunger Games. Everyone around you is competing to win by killing everyone."
"Bloody hell." Said Ron.
"We are not safe here. We must move into the trees, put as much distance as we can between us and the cornucopia." Katniss said.
"Alright then, Katniss Everdeen. Lead the way!" Said Harry.