The first time I saw Harry was on the field during the Games. Everybody had set off running towards the woods, away from the Cornucopia, when the game makers started releasing the mutts, but not Harry. He was running in completely the opposite direction. I passed him as he ran right towards the very monsters everybody else was running from and I was thinking to myself, “This guy is going to get himself killed.” That was before he whipped out a tree branch, muttered what seemed to me as utter nonsense at the time and blew them all away. That’s the day I realized that magic existed. Even in this hopeless hellhole world of mine. (A HP/THG Crossover AU)
