The Games That Weren't Won
Hey, this is ProngsDaSnowflake and this is basically a twist of my favourite characters from everything that I can think of in the Hunger Games! Part 3 for anyone who reads!
Chapter 3
"Who are you?" mumbled Ron cautiously, eyeing up the man with a reasonable amount of consideration. Did he not know what happens here? Death and destruction exploding around every nook and cranny, and murders appearing in the sky as oftenly as raven. Hermione thought of Katniss, how much this man would affect her life, make it so much more wonderful. Katniss wouldn't allow such a person; she was taking a huge risk just welcoming her into her already dangerous life. Life wasn't fair, not trusting such people.
"Good afternoon, I'm the Doctor and I must say that I absolutely adore your ginger hair. My friend is ginger. She is one of the best people ever, Pond." he replied, all in a fast manner of speaking, rapidly shaking their hands and striding around the forest like it was a palace, and he was the prince with the crimson fez.
"Why are you here?" Ron was close to flying into a fit of rage, his ears matching his red hair, and darker still. He had seen the explosions that lit up the night sky, like at Bill's wedding, the smoke stinging your eyes like tiny gas bees. He'd met families slowly crumbling away, but asssistance was impossible. This man was a piece from a different puzzle.
"Well, I travel in space and time, but obviously you don't believe me. Me and Pond (currently pregnant) and Rory (the dad) are camping out in a massive shed with enough food for the reindeer. Life isn't fair like that, you know. Especially on Crimbo! I love a good Christmas, but when the TARDIS broke, we've got nowhere to go. Bit ironic, with the Mary and Joseph 'nowhere to stay' thing."
Ron was debating whether or not to place an Approach With Caution sticker on this man.
Hermione, however crazy he did seem to Ron (whom she thought to have a tendancy to judge extremely quickly), trusted him wholely. Was she the only girl affected by this world, or was every lady prone to trust men from different worlds? She dragged Ron away by the collar, not harshly, and said
"What is wrong with you? He may be oblivious, but can't that be an advantage? His family are dying, but they have a shelter. Can't we use that by supplying them with food, and using their shelter? Peter wouldn't be trouble, because he's so young and small, Katniss and Peeta are used to this harsh enviroment,and Harry and us can scrape along."
This seemed to ease Ron, and he relaxed his limbs and left them to hang down at his side. She decided to not mention it, but Ron looked unbelievably cute as a fatherly figure. But babies could wait. Maybe.
Approximately 20 minutes later, they had gathered their cluster of people and were heading in a northernly direction to Doctor's hideout. Hermione was feeling slightly ill, maybe to the loss of food, maybe not. It didn't stop her from being sick into a bush of poison ivy. She wiped the liquids from her face, and smiled clumsily at Harry and Ron. They strolled up to a ancient, grey warehouse in the middle of nowhere, hidden in a clump of tall, dense trees.
"Our home," the Doctor announced happily, and Peter ran around excitedly, with a big grin on his boyish face.
"It reminds me of my Aunt Muriel. Old and wrinkled with peeling parts." Ron remarked, making the girls laugh and the boys snort loudly, like they did at Hogwarts, laughing a the Slytherins.
After brief introductions, and Hermione finding a new woman friend to share her, well, everything. And Ron found a new friend to retaliate to the girl's everything. Whereas, Harry got to know the Doctor and his TARDIS, by getting a tour of the inside. Doctor found it slightly disappointing that he didn't freak out at the sight of the bigger-on-the-inside ordeal, but Harry had seen it in his 4th year, with his tent, minus the library-pool. A must-see. If he survived.