【 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐔 】
𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 ♡ 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲
Everyone has a soulmate.
The String of Fate works much like a radar. People say you have to be within a few feet of your soulmate for the red rin...
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The news of a mass breakout from Azkaban quickly spread through the halls of Hogwarts. The Ministry continues to avoid the topic of Voldemort's return by framing Sirius Black for his cousin's escape, Bellatrix Lestrange, which you and your friends knew was far from the truth. You could almost smell the tension and fear in the air as people walked with their heads bowed, cautiously whispering, and changing the narrative.
You were back training with Dumbledore's Army in the Room of Requirement. This time with Harry teaching everyone to conjure a Patronus charm. As the school was increasingly populating with Dementors, it was only fitting that everyone needed to learn the spell. You watched in awe as Patronuses soared through the room.
After a few tries of your own, and words of encouragement from Fred and George, you're able to produce a full-bodied Patronus.
"I did it!" You beam as you watch the shiny silver Y/P merrily circle around you, feeling the cool touch as it brushes against your skin.
Your Patronus then floats over to greet Fred's in a glittery haze. His magpie carefully watches your Y/P as they get acquainted. After a moment, the two corporeal spirits quickly grew fond of each other's company, and danced across the room before dissolving into mist.
You smiled up at Fred next to you, who was just as giddy. At the corner of your eye, you see George struggling to keep his Patronus in shape.
"Look! Ah — It's gone." George rakes his fingers through his hair in frustration. He's been going at it for a while now, and your heart ached at the sight of him not fully grasping the spell yet.
You walk over to him, determined to relieve the pressure he had on himself. "Here, let me help." Placing your hand on his forearm, and spending half an hour helping him work through it. The words, the feeling, and guiding his mind to vividly picture a happy memory.
"Okay, George. Your turn now," Harry instructs, striding next to him.
George takes in a deep breath and chants in confidence. "Expecto Patronum."
A full-bodied silver magpie erupted from the end of his wand.
"I knew you could do it!" You jump in place, joyfully wrapping your arms around him.
"They are sort of nice, aren't they?" George says, his smile wide as he watched his Patronus fly across the room.
He gazes back down at your excited expression, the heart in his chest swells. Proud of himself and thankful for your patience for putting up with him, he tightly returns your hug.
"Nice one, Georgie." Fred nods in approval, congratulating his twin with a pat on his back.
Silence falls upon the room as chatter and banter were quickly replaced by banging on the other side of the wall. The chandelier overhead shakes, and the lights flickered as the thudding continued. The mirror on the wall cracks and with another hit from the other side, it shatters to the ground, revealing the brown bricked wall.
