When Professor Mcgonagall told him that he had to go to the hospital wing right away he had rushed over there, stomach full with dread. A visit to the hospital wing never bode well and after all that he’s been through, he could certainly do without. He was rather sick of the scent of disinfectant (potions or not), the slight tinge of blood, and the ever present sounds of coughing. It reminded him too much of the Capitol’s operation rooms.
Even now he couldn’t erase Katniss’s farewell gaze from the insides of his eyelids. Small smile and shiny grey eyes glistening with unshod tears. An image so vivid he could almost reach out and touch it.
He shook his head clear of the memory and threw open the doors to the nurse’s room, panting from the long trek from Mcgonagall’s office. He looked into the room and then a smile blossomed across his face.
She doesn’t say a word, just gives him the tiniest of smiles, a rare smile from the ever stern Katniss Everdeen.
He rushed to her side, reached out to touch her cheek just briefly with his fingertips. He had a quick moment of horrible fear that she was just a halo, an invention of the Capitol, but his fingers touched flesh.
“That tickles, Harry,” she laughed, an even rarer laugh. She was full of surprises today.
And he pulled her into a tight hug.
—A HP/THG Crossover AU