Authors note: this is the first fanfiction I've written and actually posted, so if it really needs touching up, just bear with me :D. I do not own Harry Potter or The Hunger Games (but what I do with them is meeee! Hahaha!). So basically this is a cross of Harry Potter and The Hunger Games, and it parts may not make sense, but just go with it. It starts in the middle of the Goblet of Fire, where Harry is about to go for the Goblet. I'm really excited about this so if you like it review, if you don't…well…be nice!

The energy pulsed through the cup, blue electricity hummed in the air around Harry's ears. Adrenalin pumped threw his veins; his chest was jumping erratically from the pounding of his heart. The metallic shine of the cup nearly blinded him, and he took a nervous step.

Finding that walking wasn't nearly as difficult as he had built it up to be in his head, he walked quickly towards his goal. Reaching out his hand he noticed the slight quivering in his hand and steeled he himself, taking a deep breath, he grabbed the cup by the handles.

Instantaneously his intestines were scooped out and he was folded into an inch by inch cube before being shoved into a small tube. He slammed into the ground; his already crushed body lost all hope of air when his deflated lungs hit the tightly packed dirt. His eyes flashed open and he panted, trying to make up for the lack of air. Looking around he noticed a tall pine standing above him. The clean scent sliced through his foggy mind and he was able to push himself into a sitting position.

Standing up he saw behind him there was a small concrete cottage, its chimney slightly smoking. Walking quickly and quietly towards the potential safe haven he peered in the one grimy window. Seeing no one there he hurriedly walked through the small door. On the floor was a medium sized leather bag, it looked empty as it sagged on the cold hard ground.

Hearing a twig snap behind him, Harry quickly spun on his heels. He heard the sharp intake of his own breath as he saw the tip of the arrow directly in between his eyes. The girl's stormy grey eyes were narrowed in a menacing glare. Her dark hair was braided down her back, her sharp high cheeks bones giving her a frightening beauty.

Smiling nervously, he reached out his hand to this strange girl.

"Nice to meet you, my names Harry."

So...really short (^)_(^) . Its mostly a prologue to explain somewhat how Harry got where he is.