Though much better at flying than doing anything on the ground, Harry Potter could run. He took Katniss' command without question, the world around them too dire to think about second-guessing her. Harry was out of his depth here, not in his world.

He did spare a glance over his shoulder, unable to help his curiosity. Soldiers of some kind. Perfect, just what he wanted to see when he didn't have a wand that worked.

He took off at a sprint, the ashes slipping under the toes of his trainers but not enough to make him stumble. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he expected to feel the heat and whizz of spells narrowly avoided flying past him, but none came. This didn't ease his panic though, which only doubled when he saw a fence in front of them with no break that Harry could see.