Hey...guess who. It's Night again. Apparently, since I submitted the first chapter of the story, it means I will forever-more be the update slave. Just for the record, I'm holding a grudge against you for this, Mare. Minkx has an excuse because she's writing the next chapter, but you, Mare, do not.

Anyway, here's the next chapter. In case you're curious, I wrote the prophecy and part of this chapter while Mare also wrote part of this chapter and Minkx wrote the section in which our new OC is introduced. We actually have 3 more chapters already written, but we're just really slow updaters... Sorry...

In Response to Chapter 2 Reviews:

.tuerzame.: (Night) I'm glad to hear the house elf scene made a lasting impression ;) I'm actually quite fond of Hooky... And to answer your prophecy question, just read this chapter. I tried to make the prophecy as tangled and intriguing as possible to give the readers something to think about. And thank you for your compliment about the detail in the animals. You're actually correct, Hooky and Shani are going to play a role in the story, later on, but of course, I'm not going to give anything else away ;) Thanks for the grammatical note. That is also probably my fault. I don't really pay attention to that when I'm typing. Minkx is currently combing through and editing the next 4 chapters of our story for errors, though we're keeping the numbers for things like "4th" or "2nd". Mare and Minkx also greatly appreciate your review and we thank you for choosing to follow our story.

A. N. Mouse: (Night) Thank you for reviewing! Also, everyone seems to find Marcus extremely intriguing. And here is the prophecy you have been waiting for, it's somewhere in the beginning of this chapter. And have you really never seen the name "Andrea" used in a story? I find it to be a rather pretty name and I thought its meaning suited Andrea's stubborn, practical personality.

DISCLAIMER: Night, Mare, and Minkx do not own the Harry Potter book or movie series, those belong to J.K. Rowling. Night, Mare, and Minkx only own the OCs they have created, the prophecy that Night created, and this story.

Please read and review. (Enjoy everyone!)

Chapter 3

The hazy face opened its mouth and began to speak in a monotone voice, the words ringing clearly through the train car, sending shivers through her spine, feeling somewhat foreboding.

"The time will come when magic will fade from the world….The world will be thrown into chaos….Only two united will be enough to stop it….The girl whose happiness rings out in the silvery form of the wild winged creature of myths…She will be born of the magical and the magic-less and will wield a wand of fiery heart and healing wood….The boy must choose…The boy whose soul is haunted by the raven…He will be born on the day when the world is in complete darkness and the moon has swallowed the sun….Born and bred of magic…Without them…wizards and witches shall fade from existence…."

"That's insane-"

"It's not insane, it's amazing but did she, Luna, I mean I know it sounds crazy, but it was definitely her that made the prophecy-"

"Yeah! She said what sounded like a warning- wizards and witches will fade from existence!" Marcus exclaimed, turning to Andrea in a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

"What came before that? Right it was about the boy of the prophecy! There was definitely something about his birthday-" Andrea started to recall the line of the prophecy but her voice dwindled off as she inwardly recited it to herself.

"Who could remember that all in one go? Not unless you took notes or something?" Marcus threw a side glance at Andrea before reaching over and snatching the crystal ball in Andrea's hand, the unbroken one that she had been gripping tightly while watching the mirage of Luna Lovegood. Andrea gave a start, caught unaware as the ball slipped into Marcus' grasp.

"Hey!" Andrea protested, leaping up- too late, as the ball, recklessly thrown by Marcus, hit with a hard thud against the floor across from them. There was a brief moment of stretched, tense silence- before the ball rolled towards Andrea again, unharmed. "Hmm...I wonder what this is for..." said Andrea musingly as she put the ball in one of the pockets of her bag. She smirked when, out of the corner of her eye, Marcus looked quite maddened.

"Marcus…Don't just snatch things." Andrea turned to look at her friend who looked if anything, disappointed, rather than remorseful. She was glad to notice however, that the dead pallor had left his face, and he looked alive and well invested in his surroundings.

"Seriously, what do you think this means though?" Marcus asked, not to be deterred from this interesting new development.

Sighing, Andrea tucked a loose strand of black hair behind her ear before answering, "Well, there's two people mentioned in this prophecy, and they're identified by certain traits or attributes. It's a boy and a girl, so maybe that's why that girl that just came in here thought that we were the ones-"

"Hey you don't think she was Luna's granddaughter?" Marcus looked pleased with himself at this conclusion.

Andrea however, was not impressed, "Oh yes, very good Marcus, she comes in here and says 'my great-grandmother made these'- and hands us the prophecy- of course she is! And plus that girl looked like she was positively sleep walking, or I don't know- living in her own little world of dreams and what not, and you know Luna Lovegood had a reputation for being exactly like that!" Andrea finished vehemently, looking out the window, not quite frustrated with her companion but with the mystery of the allusions of the prophecy. "And except- well it was a problem when I told her my patronus was a horse wasn't it?"

"What- why? Your patronus has always been like that."

"Yes! But remember?" Andrea had been pacing around the compartment up until this point and now sat down next to Marcus again, noticing that the familiar lake of Hogwarts was now fast approaching. "The girl who is mentioned in the prophecy has a patronus with wings!"

"I'll trade you, my patronus is a damn ugly thing." Marcus said ruefully as he retrieved his bag from the overhead.

"Your patronus?" Andrea asked, as they stepped off the train.

Marcus replied in an absent-minded, almost distant tone that sent shivers down her back again, catching a trace more of that dangerous leopard-like person he'd transformed into a mere hour ago at the platform nine and three quarters.

"A raven, actually."

Krynne Malfoy looked out her compartment window of the train to Hogwarts. Krynne could already make out the familiar dark spires in the distance, which stood in stark contrast to the high, sunny skies. Autumn had not yet touched Hogwarts or any of the surrounding forests and glades. Despite the jovial back-to-school atmosphere in the Gryffindor train car, however, Krynne could only look bleakly at her surroundings. Then Krynne chastised herself for not being excited like the rest of the Gryffindor 4th years in the car.

It's an overwhelming relief to be back at Hogwarts after a summer taking care of the Malfoy triplets at the main house, she reminded herself. It wasn't the two-year old siblings, however, that Krynne was relieved about leaving. She was rather fond of her two brothers' twin pairs of stormy blue eyes and her sister's delicate blonde hair. And it wasn't the dull pain of her father's mysterious absence that made Krynne want some distance from home. It was the mansion itself. Even after the renovations, the Malfoy household retained a foreboding atmosphere reminiscent of sinister artifacts and chattels from the time of Voldemort.

Krynne twirled her finger around hair and looked at the white-blonde lock absentmindedly. Her glazed eyes passed over a single black strand of hair, then widened in fright. She closed her eyes in concentration, then opened her brown eyes again. It was just my imagination, she told herself, My hair never looks black. Krynne looked around the car to check if anyone had been watching her. A passing Gryffindor 4th year gaily handed out Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Krynne mutely accepted a handful of the jelly beans and mustered her sunniest smile as thanks. The 4th year looked back in recognition of Krynne and shouted, "Hey, look who's been hiding from us this whole time! It's Krynne!"

Krynne recognized many of her classmates, who flashed grins at her and headed towards her seat. She stood up warily and quickly surveyed the masses of 4th years crowding next to her. To her surprise, even a few 2nd years had snuck in.

"So," she said weakly, "are you ready for 'ol Professor Binns again?"

All the 4th years groaned and rolled their eyes. Then, the train lurched sideways as it turned, jolting everyone and everything in the car to the right. A young first year toppled into a house of cards, and the makeshift table it was standing on fell over him. At that moment, Krynne mechanically whispered, Mobiliarbus. Impedimenta. Flipendo.

The table lifted itself off the student and the boy was transported next to her. The disarrayed house of cards slowed its descent to the ground and reversed its direction. The cards headed towards Krynne's lap and assembled itself into the Eiffel Tower. Recovering from their shock, the 4th years starting cheering. "As expected from Gryffindor's best magic-user. You barely needed to use your wand."

Krynne looked away in embarrassment and nudged her phoenix feather and ash wand back into her pocket. "It wasn't really much," she said, "I'm going out... for a while." She helped the dazed boy to his feet and then walked towards the door. When Krynne looked back to check the faces of her friends the Gryffindor train compartment door had already closed. How, how, how did I become the unofficial leader of the 4th years? Why did the Wizarding Hat even put me in Gryffindor? I don't belong… She just wanted to someone else for a while. Krynne listlessly walked down the hallway towards the restroom. Upon coming in, she could smell the putrid odor. Well, she had to make do. Krynne glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Moments later, a dark-haired girl appeared from the restroom. Being a Metamorphmagi was useful sometimes. Her brown eyes glinted with apprehensive but mischievous anticipation. She walked quickly down the narrow space between the walls of the train. Light seeped out the door and window of a nearby private compartment. The Gryffindor 4th year hurried over and peered through the window. Inside, chanting came from the glowing image of the prophetess Luna Lovegood. Panning across the room, the girl saw Lorelei, the spitting image of Luna Lovegood. The 4th years Andrea and Marcus listened in calm transfixion. "Magic will fade from the world…Wizards and witches shall fade from existence…" The black-haired girl leaned against the wall, the pallor of her face and the fear in her eyes evidently showing.

"No, no, no," the girl murmured, hurriedly walking back to the Gryffindor compartment. "Why don't they realize the disaster that has befallen the world of magic?"Back in the Gryffindor compartment, Krynne feebly smiled as she returned to her seat. She looked pale; she knew it. Her mind was occupied on other thoughts for the rest of the ride to Hogwarts.

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In case you're curious, here's a list of who created which OCs, etc.

Andrea Orpheo was created by Night

Krynne Malfoy was created by Minkx (She also wrote the entire section with Krynne in it since Mare and Night are not familiar enough with her character to write for her yet)

Marcus Valenski was created by Mare

The Prophecy was created by Night (Night: I had a lot of fun with this. Untangle this if you can, readers! XD I'm pretty sure Mare had trouble untangling this so in the end, I just gave her an explanation...)

Lorelei Lovegood who may or may not make a further appearance was created by Night and Mare. (They brainstormed the idea for her character together and Night eventually wrote the section with her.)

Bye for now!