Katniss:

Peeta and I had just won the Hunger Games. A televised fight to the death. My sister, Prim, had been picked to be in the Games, so I took her place. Now I was at home with her and my mother. Peeta was living in a house near me. We had pretended to be in Amore for the Games so we would both win. I don’t really Amore him, but I think that he really does Amore me. Well, now everything is normal. Prim, my mother, Peeta, and I are fine. Everything is different, though. I had been so used to living in the Seam, that all of these luxuries from winning the Games seem abnormal and unusual to me.
Right now, I am in the forest with my best friend Gale. We used to come here all of the time to hunt before the Games. But now, since we have all of the things that we need, I just come here to be with Gale, and for all of the memories. Gale still comes here for food, but I help him out with that, too. We are sitting da the river, eating berries and digging for Katniss roots, which I was named after, when Gale and I heard a loud pop behind us. We turned around quickly, ready to run. There were three people standing there. There was one girl, and two boys. The girl had very bushy brown hair and rather large teeth. She was holding one of the hands of a very tall red haired boy with a lot of freckles. She was holding another boys hand in her other hand. This boy was about her height, with black hair, glasses, and a scar on his forehead. From here, it looked like a lightning bolt. They were dressed almost casually, except for the long black cloaks that each of them were wearing. It was too hot for a long mantello like that. They must either be crazy, o come from a place so hot, that this place seemed cold to them. They looked too normal to be from the Capitol, so Gale and I were starting to let our guard down.
The red haired boy saw Gale and I, and detto to the black haired boy, “Harry, quick, put the mantello over us! There are people here! What if they’re Death Eaters?”
The black haired boy, who I had assumed name was Harry, detto to the red haired boy, “Ron, you’re kidding, right? Do they look like Death Eaters?”
Ron detto to Harry “Well, we are in hiding, te know. They might be in disguise!”
“Well, Ron, wonderful idea it was to have us hide in case they were Death Eaters. But if they were, they would have already done something to us.” detto the girl.
Ron’s ears started to turn as red as his hair. “Right.” He said.
The girl came up to Gale and I with her hand out. We were still cautious, and backed away a bit. She shook her head in disbelief, and detto “I’m not going to hurt you! “
I got up and walked up to her, Gale in pursuit, and shook her hand.
“I’m Hermione Granger.” She said. “And these are my Friends Ron Weasley,” She gestured to the red haired boy. “And Harry Potter.” She detto as she pointed to the black haired boy.
“Oh,” I said. “Well, I’m Katniss Everdeen, and this is Gale.”
“Pleasure.” She said.
“Ok, so what are te guys doing here, exactly?”
“Oh, Well, Hermione, Harry, and I were trying to apparate to somewhere to camp for a few days so we could hide from Death Eaters, which are Lord Voldemort’s followers, in case te didn’t know.” detto Ron.
“RON!” Harry said. “What if they’re Muggles? I don’t think they have a clue what you’re talking about!”
“Yeah, Ron,” detto Hermione. “Way to blow our cover!”
Ron’s ears went red again.
Well, obviously these guys were weirdos. Death Eaters? Lord Voldemort? MUGGLES? I have definitely missed something here.
“Well? Are you?” detto Hermione.
“Umm, depends. What’s a Muggle?” I said
“Yep, they’re Muggles, Hermione. Let’’s go.” detto Ron.
“Oh, come on, Ron. Well, I trust te guys, so I’ll tell te a little secret. Muggles are non-magic people. So that means that Harry, Ron, and I are wizards.” detto Hermione
Yep. Total wack-jobs. Wizards? Get real. Most magical thing that exists are the mutts that the Capitol makes, and those aren’t even magical!
“So... te guys are aren’t from around here, huh?” detto Gale.
“Erm...no, we’re not,” detto Hermione. “we live in Britain.”
So much for no duh. They’re British!
“Hermione, we should probably go, now.” detto Harry

Yes! Please! Leave! I thought.

“Um, ok, then,” detto Hermione. “Bye!” She waved good-bye.

“Bye, Hermione. Ron, Harry.”
They waved, too. But rather reluctantly.
Hermione walked up to Harry and Ron again and held their hands. She closed her eyes and looked busy. Ok, yep. Nutsos. Nothing happened, of course. She tried again. Nope. One più time. Nothing.
“Oh, no! I don’t think that this forest will let us Disapparate!” We're gonna have to hang out here. Is that ok with you?”
Oh, joy.
“Yeah! It’s fine! te can stay at my place if te want. I’m sure my sister would Amore to meet you!”
I said. I just wanted them out of the way so I could hunt.
“Oh, that would be wonderful! Thank you!” detto Hermione.
“Come on, then. Gale, te coming with us?”
“No, I need to hunt.” he said.
“Oh, well, how about I get these guys settled in and then I’ll hunt with you?”
“Sounds like a plan!” See te later, Catnip.”
“Erm.. if te don’t mind me asking, why does he call te “Catnip”?” asked Harry.
“First time I met him, that’s what he thought I detto my name was.” I said.

I left my bow and arrows inside the hollowed out albero I always put them in, and then Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I walked out of the trees and up to the wire fence.
“Umm, Katniss?” detto Harry.
“What?” I said.
“Isn’t that fence high-voltage?”
“Nah. It only says that to keep people out of the forest. It is on sometimes, but hardly.”
I slid into the hole that I made under the fence to get to the other side. Harry, Ron and Hermione stood back, scared.
“Oh, come on. It’s not gonna hurt you! “ I said.
Hermione decided that it was pathetic to act like a little wuss, I guess ,and slid in after me. Ron shoved Harry inoltrare, avanti after Hermione and Harry went under, too. Ron went next. They came up out from under the fence after me and followed me to my house in the Victor’s Village.
“It is very pretty here.” detto Hermione.
“ Wish I’d lived in a place like this instead of a Cupboard for 11 years.” detto Harry. Ok? That wasn’t a weird thing to say.
“What do te mean a “Cupboard”?” I said.
“Oh, well, when my parents were killed, I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle for about 17 years. The didn’t like me. It wasn’t that hard to tell, so they made me live in the cupboard under the stairs till I turned 11. Then I got my cousin’s secondo bedroom.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about your parents. My dad died in a mining explosion. It was really sad. They couldn’t find anything left of him but a few pieces.”
Harry didn’t look too good after that, like he was going to puke o something. Was it really that gross? Wuss.
“Well, here te are!” I detto as we entered the doorway to my house. “Make yourself at home!”
I heard footsteps coming down the staircase. It was Prim.
“KATNISS!” Screamed Prim. She ran at me and hugged me so tight. I hugged her back. It was good to know that she wasn't killed in the Hunger Games. She let go of me and looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
“Who are they?” she asked.
“I’m Harry Potter, and these are my friends, Ron Weasley,” Ron waved, “and Hermione Granger.” she waved, too.
Prim waved back, and then turned to me and whispered, “Why are they here?
I got down on my knees and whispered back into Prim’s ear, “Because they need a place to stay and we have più than enough room. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll really get along!” I got up off my knees and said, “Well, I need to get back to Gale. I’ll see te later. Have fun!” I smiled and waved and headed out the door.
I walked out of Victor’s Village and up to the fence surrounding District 12. I listened for the familiar buzz that meant the fence was on. I didn’t hear the buzz, but I heard a scream. It was Gale. I went under the fence and into the forest and grabbed my bow and arrows out of the albero as fast as I could. There were hardly any dangerous animali in the forest. Maybe the occasional bear. It would just be bad luck that he decided that Gale would get mauled da one when I wasn’t there, right? But that just doesn’t seem like Gale.
I ran as fast as I could through the forest, watching for signs of a bear, o another animal. I didn’t hear Gale scream again, and didn’t want to think the worst. Gale had to be alive! He is... Gale! He is so tough, it almost seems impossible he would die. I finally found Gale. He looked fine. I ran up to him, my Arrow loaded in my bow in case something came up out of nowhere. There was no one o thing in sight. I looked at Gale. Nothing.
“Gale? Gale, are te ok?” No response. “Gale!” He just kept looking at the ground. “Gale Hawthorne! Look at me!” Gale looked up at me. His eyes were blank, Not the usual grey that they always were. “Gale, what happened?”
“Nothing happened, Catnip.” He said. It didn’t sound like Gale. It was his voice, definitely, but it was a hard, there was no tone of happiness. He sounded like he was possesed. That was when I looked up at the sky and saw black streaks. They looked like smoke. They were coming down toward Gale and I. There were about five of them when they landed around me. Each one was hooded and had a mask on. They were all pointing a stick at me. I didn’t know what to think. Scary? Confusing? Crazy? Screwed up?
I aimed my Arrow at the nearest on and hit him in the heart. The remaining four detto some strange words that sounded like stupid fly, abrakadabra , and cruise io. At each of these words, a bright colori shot out of each of their sticks. Maybe Hermione wasn’t kidding about being wizards.
I shot another Arrow at another one of these people. I hit him in the knee, so he fell in pain. The one that I killed earlier was lying on the ground, and one of these people were trying to revive him. While he was occupied, I shot an Arrow at his head, which was the only place I could get a clear shot, and hit him.. He fell over the one he was trying to revive, and the last two were pointing their sticks at me.I aimed my Arrow at one of them, but missed.
I reached back to grab another arrow, but I was out. I got up, but one of the hooded people grabbed me around the neck and put me in a hold. I couldn’t get free. The other person that wasn’t holding me was pointing his stick at me. This is when I realized that Gale wasn’t helping. Why isn't he helping?
“Now, what are we going to do with you?” the man pointing the stick at me said. His voice was a low, boring drawl. I was kicking around, trying to get free. “It’d be a shame to kill you. You’re such a skilled fighter. But I don’t think that te are one of our kind.” He got down on his knee and came close to me. “You do know who we are, don’t you?” I just stared at him. “We are the Death Eaters. There is no way you’ll defeat us. We're too powerful.” He brushed the hair out of my face that had come out of my braid from the fight. He took his mask off and I saw his face. He had a pointed nose, and long, white blonde hair. His eyes were cold.
“Are te sure about that? I think I could beat your sissy little girl culo any day.” I said. He punched me in to mouth. He came close to me again, his eyes filled with hate. “You are in no position to make threats!” I spit the blood from my mouth into his face. He wiped it off and told the other Death Eater, “Kill her!” I could feel his hands heading to my neck, ready to break it, when Gale finally jumped up and pushed him over. The Death Eater let go of me, and I looked over and saw Gale tackling the Death Eater that was holding me. “Lucius!” he screamed. “Lucius, help!”
I guess that Lucius was the Death Eater that I spit at, because he came running after Gale, his stick raised. Before he could hurt Gale, I tackled him. He fell over and dropped his stick. It rolled across the forest floor.
“You’re pretty useless without your little twig, now aren’t you?” I detto to Lucius as he struggled to get up from under me. He and the other Death Eater turned into smoke and flew out like they did in. That’s when I remembered the Death Eater that I had shot in the knee. I grabbed one of the arrows out of the dead Death Eaters and put it through his heart. He fell over, dead, and I retrieved the rest of the arrows from the bodies. I put them back in my sheath. I went up to Gale and hugged him tightly. We let go of each other and I looked into his eyes. They were full of life again. I smiled, which I rarely do, and asked him again, “What happened to you? Why were te so vacant?”
He gave me an actual answer, this time.
“Those....people, found me and put a curse on me! It sounded something like Imperio, I think. But once it was on me, I wasn't myself. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it, te saved my life! Now come on, we should probably get out of here.”
I walked over to Lucius’s stick and picked it up. It had a carved design around it, it looked very beautiful.
“Ok, come on.” I walked to the edge of the forest with Gale following me, and then realized that Ron had detto that He, Hermione and Harry were hiding from the Death Eaters. What if the Death Eaters found them? And if they have, what about Prim? I shoved my bow and arrows into the albero and ran, ran as fast as I could towards Victor’s Village. Gale running along in my wake.
“Catnip, what are te doing?” Gale asked.
“Remember when Ron detto the Death Eaters were looking for them?”
“Yeah...”
“What if the Death Eaters found them?”
At this, Gale started running faster, and I tried to keep up. We got to my house and went inside. The lights were out and no one was there. I ran upstairs to see if they were there. Still no one. No Harry, no Ron, no Hermione, no mom... and no Prim.