My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am twelve years old, and I have been reaped for the Hunger Games. My family is starving, but the baker's son, Peeta, has promised to take care of them, even though he's my age. I will likely be killed by a boy who's two years older than me, a hunter named Gale. I probably will not survive, but I promised I'd at least try. (Three-Part.)

*The title more than likely does not mean what you might think it does.* Post the war, in which Ella and John's vision came true. Very angsty, Ella and Five centric. Two-shot.

I don't know why I feel compassion for this child, but she is in the same boat as I am. We both have to betray our own kind if we want to live, and the only difference is that I've grown to not mind as much. (Ella/Five centric, one shot.)

Before he was the murderer, he was a naturally twisted boy. Before their souls were angry and possessive, they were children.

Time is merciless, ticking forward and never backward, forcing the circumstances to change. As circumstances change, inevitably, so do people. (Katniss-centric, one shot.)

Naturally, I choose the one with the red mark across it's left gills. He/She/It reminds me Gus, but I name him/her Nemo.

Takes place long before Culver Creek, back when the Colonel wasn't the Colonel yet, and he was just a young Chip, living in poverty and trying to survive his father just as much as his mother.

Did someone order the Harry/Ginny fluff?