Hi readers! If there are any out there :/
If you are a fan of my username, you might know that my "Weasleys Read Harry Potter 7." story, has been deleted. If not, here is the short version.

Someone reported my story to the owners of fanfiction, (I don't know who) and now I might be being watched, so I can't post that one for a pretty long time, or at least until this whole thing blows over.

If you want to help with my effort to get the owners to stop these people, PM me. I need all the help I can possibly gather.

-ForeverPotter17

Page's POV:

The interviews ended pretty late, so Eric and I just walked down to our bedrooms, had a quick goodnight kiss, and closed our doors.

I stepped out of my beautiful blue dress, and laid it carefully on a hanger. I then threw on a pair of pyjamas and climbed into bed.

I tried my best to sleep, but who can? I'll be either with Eric fighting to our death, or dead by tomorrow.

I'd love to meet the tribute that can sleep with that on their mind.

I climbed out of bed and opened the door at the same time Eric did.

"Hi," he said. I noticed that he was only wearing pyjama pants, and his hair looked slightly messed.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asks. I nod and throw myself into his waiting arms, and then try and stop a sob.

"Hey, it'll be alright," he said, patting my back.

"No Eric," I say softly, "It wont be. I don't want you to die," I say, burying my face into his arm.

"I don't want me to die either," Eric tries for a joke, "But we're going into the arena soon, and one of us has to."

That was not the right thing to say.

"It will be me," I say.

"Yes, it will be you who wins," says Eric.

"No it will be you who wins! It will be me who dies! You need to go home!" I protest.

"Page, honey, relax, we'll just have to see what we can do about it, okay? Whatever happens, happens. There is nothing we can do at this point, and hey, we might both die!" Eric says brightly.

"Both die...not you need to stay alive," I say.

Eric chuckles.

"Can I go in with you?" I ask, "I wont be able to sleep."

"I was just about to suggest that, come on," says Eric.

Eric steps over so that I can enter first, and then follow's me.

I climb into his bed and Eric wraps his arms around me once again.

"Should we go over strategies for the arena?" Eric asks.

"No, this is our last night, let's make it special," I say,, and Eric gives me a lingering kiss.

We stay like that for the rest of the night, sneaking secret kisses, until we finally fall asleep.

Eric's POV:

When Claud wakes me up the next morning, I realize that he has let me sleep in.

"Morning," he says with a frown. Claud then walks out, and I am suddenly hit with pain.

Claud is unhappy, because today we're going into the arena.

I gently awoke Page, who at first smiled at me, and then frowned as the realization hit her as well.

As I walked out of the shower, I realized that I didn't feel nervous...yet. I was sure that feeling would come.

I put on random clothes, and then I walked down for my final whole meal.

I found Page there, hair still wet, and I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

She smiled half-heartedly back, and I knew she was upset.

As I loaded my plate with mainly bacon (I would need all the help I could get) I also made sure that Page ate some.

"You need to eat, meals wont come easily in the arena," I inform her. She eats a whole plate, but then stops.

"I guess I'll see you in there," says Page.

I stand up and hold her for a few moments, and then let go.

"Page, remember, you'll be fine. We're joining the careers and staying at the Cornicopia, run there as fast as you can!" I say.

She nods, kisses me one last time, and then is escorted out be Peacekeepers.

Page's POV:

As I am led down to where my stylist is surly waiting, I go over and over in my head what Eric told me.

I know he is right, that I will survive at least the Bloodbath, and with our strategy, we should be fine.

But it's the question of when I'm going to die, is another thing.

Ten minutes later, I'm standing in a fully gray room, the tube to take me up to my unavoidable death is in the center.

I was scrubbed once more, so that I would at least be clean at the start, and my hair was done into a simple loose braid, and I have a black jacket on with a blue shirt, highlighting my district.

My token, the ring from my mother, was tied around my neck, with an unbreakable leather of some sort from the capitol, and Claudette was busying herself with some dress.

"It's a perfect fit," said Claudette, who had turned and was examining my jacket and pants.

"I think I might miss you," I say. Claudette smiles.

"I'll miss you too," she says.

Silence.

Suddenly, a voice fills the rooms.

"One minute," it said.

I hug Claudette, and she whispers some advice into my ear, which I wish I caught, and then the voice says,

"Thirty seconds," and the door to the tube is opened.

I climb in hesitantly, and press my fingers against the glass.

"Three...two...one!" says the voice, and I am shot up.

To my death.

I know it's shorter than my usual update, but this is just the few hours before the bloodbath, and I thought it needed to be here.

-ForeverPotter17

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