【 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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You're seated with your friends in the compartment, on the train to Hogwarts when Harry and the others relay to you on what they spotted in Borgin and Burkes. Harry was under the impression that they had just witnessed Draco Malfoy's initiation on becoming a Death Eater. It was a possibility considering his father was one. However, you couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy, who had been under his father's watchful eye for so long, and now had Voldemort breathing down his neck to add to the mix.
You tend to agree with Harry's observation despite not having seen it with your own eyes. Hermione and Ron on the other hand, are still uncertain with what they've seen, scoffing at you and Harry. When Harry gets up and leaves the compartment to get some air, you lean on the wall by the window to watch the landscape pass by.
Suddenly feeling the ache of longing to be with Fred and George echoing through the very marrow of your bones. The three of you promise to owl one another, but knowing they weren't going to be with you this year chilled the chambers of your heart. By the time you're able to visit them again, it'll be the holidays. It was almost like time itself decided to slow down at a leisurely pace. It was cruel.
"You miss them, don't you?" Ron interrupts your thoughts, then eyes the hands on your lap.
You follow his gaze not realizing you've been stroking the two red bands on your little finger. You simply nod at Ron in response. The red band around your finger etched into your skin. It didn't need to search for its partner anymore, that part was done. Their absence only makes your heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you feel lonely. You didn't think missing someone this much could take every fiber of your being.
And you are completely unprepared for its torment.
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In Potions class, you stand between Hermione and Lavender as Professor Slughorn talks. He's about to present the concoctions he's made in preparation for this morning when Harry and Ron walk in and decide to join in.
In the next hour, the three of you struggle to brew the Draught of Living Death while Harry breezed through each step. You and Hermione both grimace at him, as he appears to be having a good time. Throughout the brewing process, you curse under your breath. Every instruction in the book was wrong, and you felt compelled to force Harry's sleeping draught down his throat after you were through. You snicker to yourself, shake your head, and discard the idea quickly.
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A ray of silver moonlight pierced the glass pane and ignited a patch on the wooden floor. As you lay in bed in your dorm room, the light was sufficient to bathe your eyes in and allow you to view your surroundings. Hermione is soundly sleeping next to you in her bed. You remain up late the other night perusing the letter the twins owled you the day before. You've lost track of how many times you've stared at George's writing on the parchment. It helps a lot when you haven't been able to get enough sleep.
