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AN: To anyone who is following any of my other stories, I won't update them until I completely finish Purest Soul – Heart of Gold.

Also, I have a poll up so that you can choose which characters will join the little "group". 8 out of 10 will make it, and if you guys vote for the OCs, I will hold a different poll for names.

This chapter, you'll see different POVs than the ones you're used to

Chapter 3

Eyes Wide Open

Temporary Shelter

Sometime in mid-September

Neville's Point of View

I woke up and found Harry and Hermione asleep in each other's arms, so I decided not to disturb them. The enchantments had now completely worn off, leaving the shelter and everything inside it freezing cold. I fought the urge to fall back asleep, it wouldn't really help and I knew that we had to keep moving. I grabbed my coat that I was using as a blanket, and used it to cover Harry and Hermione.

We hadn't moved too far away from the manor and so I decided to look at it one last time before we left. I took small quiet steps in order to not attract attention to myself; I soon found out that this wasn't needed.

About two-dozen reporters were standing outside the manor all asking my grandmother similar questions.

"When did you last see Harry Potter?"

"What was he discussing with your disowned grandson?"

"Did you see where they went?"

"Do you know why he might've ran away?"

"What do you think about the law against muggleborns attending Hogwarts?"

The last questing hit me like a stunning spell to the heart, if muggleborns aren't allowed to attend Hogwarts, it means Death Eaters have taken over. They'd be looking for us.

I rushed back to the tent as fast as I could to warn Harry and Hermione.

I arrived at the tent to find both Harry and Hermione awake and looking at the food supplies. I had brought in a small amount of food with me, magically charmed to last for a long time. It would've lasted one person for about three months, it wouldn't last as much with three people.

"We have a problem," I said.

They both turned to face me.

"Remember, the school I told you about," I asked, "Hogwarts."

They both nodded.

"They made a new law saying that muggle-born children can't attend."

Instantly, Hermione started ranting.
"Who do these people think they are, don't they understand that magic is simply magic, it doesn't make a difference who you're descended from i- wait a second, why would the ministry change something that's been the same for thousands of years? Unless… it's not the same ministry."

I nodded sadly, "Death Eaters, followers of You-Know-Who, have taken over the ministry. They're looking for us, all of us. Me, because I'm a blood traitor, you because you're a muggle born, and you" I looked at Harry," because you killed their master."

Lovegood House

Celeste Lovegood was a certified spell tester; she always took safety precautions seriously and had any spectators for watching her work stand behind a magic proof glass window, but there are some things that you just can't account for.

Celeste Lovegood was also a Seer; she would sometimes blank out and predict things to come. This was something she hadn't accounted for when creating safety precautions for her workplace. She was just testing out a new spell, when things went terribly wrong, she blanked out just as she was casting a potentially lethal spell and told a prophecy.

With the purest souls

And hearts of gold

Two children will unite

Together they'll form

An immortal legacy

Joined by the bravest

And the most cunning

And the most loyal

With the most knowledge

So watch out little Seer child

For you will be the fourth

First the leaders

Then the brave one

Then the young Seer child

The rest will be determined

By their strength and skill

They will all unite and form

The most powerful legacy

By the end of hope

Stand outside your door

When comes the first of the tenth

With your supplies at the ready

And fly like the wind.

The spell had backfired on her and caused a massive explosion in the laboratory, the only one watching at that time was Luna Lovegood, the young Seer child herself. The words of the prophecy had been etched into her brain forever, being her mother's last words.

It was at that moment that Luna Lovegood woke up and started crying, tears soaking her already worn out pillow.

She had tried to interpret the prophecy so many times that she lost count.

Her mother had only died a few days ago, and it still hit her hard. But, she knew, being a Seer herself that the prophecy will be fulfilled one way or another, better be prepared, she had told herself.

She got up and walked to the kitchen downstairs, her steps making the floorboards' creaks resonate in the very quiet house. She got out a shrinkable food basket that had an undetectable expansion charm and a stasis charm so the food wouldn't go bad. She had packed a year's worth of food for four people as the prophecy said that she would be the fourth to join. She also got a small bag with an undetectable expansion charm that her mother gave her and put in it almost all of her blankets, leaving only one to use until she had to leave her house, and most of her clothes leaving only enough for her to use until she left.

She also tried to practice her magic, her mother had taught her that she doesn't need a wand to cast a spell, only her magic, she mind, and her intent.

She focused, her mother's words rang clear in her ears "think of the intent, channel the magic, then release!" a lone tears fell down her cheek, but she didn't let it affect her, she had to focus.

She thought of her intent, channeled her magic from deep within her magical core, and then released.

A canvas and paint appeared, and so the young witch started painting.

Slowly, she started painting four figures, one of them was her, the other three were unknown, she didn't really focus, she just let her magic guide her.

Soon, she had fully painted the four figures, she were very detailed, to which the girl smiled, she finally knew what the other three looked like, she was sure that she would be able to recognize them now.

With a silent sigh, the young girl fell back asleep, for it was only two in the morning, and she felt very tired.

Temporary Shelter

Hermione's Point of View

It took a while for the words to sink in; we could get killed if we were found.

"Quick," I said, "we need to cast a spell!"

"What spell?" asked Neville, "we better think fast."

"How about," I suggested, "a spell with the intent to keep anyone siding with Voldemort from finding us."

The boys nodded and we held hands in a circle, thinking 'keep anyone siding with Voldemort from finding us'

"Did it work?" asked Neville.

"I hope so," I said, "we also need to erase mine and Harry's muggle records, so they don't look for us."

After a quick spell, we were once again on the move, we wandered into long, empty fields, away from the city streets. As the sun started to set, we found an empty tool shed, and used it as shelter for the night, after applying some warming spells