Home. Harry broke his puzzled gaze away from Katniss to take a look around again, eyes wide as they took in everything in a new context.

Home? It was destruction. It wasn't anything. Harry shook his head without realizing the action, denying what his mind wouldn't take in.

"But.. why am I here?" he asked, gaze finally returning to Katniss. He didn't want to be there. He couldn't believe Katniss wanted him to be there either. And yet when he shuffled his feet, he kicked up tiny bits of charcoal and dirt.