First off, I'd like to apologize for taking 20 years to update (ok fine! Three months!) This Happens often, which is why this is my first story on this site. I'll get an idea, write up a couple of chapters, and then my muse will decide to be a total bitch and run off with Eric McCormack. (Not that I blame her. The man is HAWT!) Side note; has anyone been watching that new show on TNT Perception? It's in its second season and I'm addicted. Next I'd like to say that as a result of Cello (that's my muse. Yes she's named after the string instrument. Screw you judgers!) Running off with incredibly hot actors (the first time she did it she ran off with Hugh Jackman) my posts are sporadic with various amounts of time separating them. I apologize in advance. Now I'd like to answer a review I got from Babywolfchick1142. Love the name btw. I understand that the changing of character names can be aggravating, but I changed Dudley's name firstly because Dudley Potter doesn't sound as nice as Darron Potter and secondly because Dudley is a GAWD awful name and since Dudley… Darron…WHATEVER is a good guy in this story he needs a badass name. Lastly I'd like to say that I have no idea beyond pairings where this story is going so any ideas you people may have are much appreciated and if I like them I'll put them in. if I think it's crap it still might be in the story in some way. I don't know. BTW if anyone has a better name for the story let me know, it's driving me nuts. Wow this A/N is long. I'll end it here before I start writing out my will. I don't own Harry Potter or any recognizable anything blah blah blah… ON WITH THE SHOW!

HRPOV

Hermione Granger shot up in her bed, sweat dripping down her spine, heart racing. She looked around at her sleeping dorm mates and slowly calmed herself down. She tried to think back to the nightmare she had, but like the last few nights, it evaded her. The glimpses she did receive confused her greatly. Fourteen figures surrounding a fifteenth, dark shadows falling from the sky… no… descending to attack. Smaller shapes crawling out from these shadows and biting seven of the original fourteen. They looked remarkably like spiders… NO! She yelled in her mind. Ron must be getting to her. But still… she mused. Hermione sighed. Classes started up again the next morning. She needed sleep. Hermione closed her eyes and laid back in bed, silently praying the nightmare wouldn't return.

HPOV

Harry smiled at his aunt as she gazed lovingly at her little sister's childhood friend. It was sweet… after he got over how incredibly nauseating they had been. Honestly, he loved his Aunt and all but he didn't need to see how well her love life was going, especially when his was shit. He knew his mother had predicted him having a soulmate, but sometimes he had to doubt her gift. It wasn't perfect.

"You alright there, bro?" harry jumped at the quiet voice of his favorite twin.

"Yeah, Angel," he replied, looking down at the 5'4" Columbian brunette. Her Hazel eyes flashed with knowledge as her full, pale pink lips pulled down into a frown.

"Doubting Aunt Lily again? You know it will happen when the time is right." She said as her twin Daemon sidled up to them.

"I know, but sometimes I feel like it won't happen at all. I know he's out there somewhere, but what if Mum was wrong and we don't meet in this lifetime?" Harry sighed and turned away from the identical girls.

"Harry," Daemon's slightly raspier voice echoed in his ears, the difference only noticed by him. "You have to have faith that Aunt Lily was right. You can feel that she was. We all can! We WILL find our virtues and we WILL stop Him. The four of us are already together. The other Three are surely having their dreams now as we speak. You also must remember that none of us meet out soulmates until after we meet the Keepers and your Grandfather. You absolutely CANNOT give up on this yet big brother. Not when we are so close!" By this point Daemon had come around her brother and was now looking Harry in the eyes. "So close. Don't give up. We can and we WILL make it through this." Harry smiled at her optimism.

"alright. I'll believe. But not in a prediction that may or may not be real. I'm going to believe in you and Angel. Firstly, because we wouldn't be here if I didn't to begin with." Now Harry's smile was a full blown smirk. "Secondly because I'm pretty sure Angel stole some of Darron's lemon pound cake." He finished, looking at said twin with a fork in her mouth who at some point in Daemon's speech had snuck off to the kitchen for a late night snack. Angel looked up from her plate guiltily.

"It's good cake! So sue me!" she cried around a mouthful of lemony goodness. Swallowing, she said, "don't tell Darron."

"Too late." Came the miffed reply from behind her. Angel didn't even look behind her. She handed her plate to her twin and bolted, Darron hot on her heels, screaming angrily. As Harry and his family laughed at the sight, he looked around at the people in the room and decided even if his mother was wrong, he wouldn't give up his family for anything.

All across Europe seven redheads shot up in their beds, all of them feeling an overwhelming sense of loss, as if some part of them was missing. All seven redheads slowly let out heaving sighs before laying back down in their beds, hoping tomorrow the feeling would be gone.

So it's short. I'm sorry. I found a prologue to an original story I abandoned forever ago while writing this and I have a better idea as to where this is going but I'm still a little iffy as to when everyone meets. Quick Quiz! Who are the seven red heads I mentioned? If you don't get this I'm finding you and burning anything HP related you own! TTYL BITCHES!

~Rainbow OUT!