【 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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It was mayhem by the time you got down and out of the tower. Absolute chaos and destruction. Panic and shouts echo off the walls, sending the Entrance Hall into a frenzy. The ground vibrates violently beneath your boots, and you could hear Death Eaters wreaking havoc in the castle's main courtyard as they forced their way in.
Among the madness, you spot a familiar face approaching you, his tall height and red striped sweater standing out among the crowd. His face was smeared in dirt and blood, but he didn't appear to mind. It was as if almost as if he was on a mission.
"Neville!" you call out to him, momentarily stopping him in his tracks. "Have you seen Harry?"
"No time!" He bounces on the balls of his feet, obviously in a hurry. "Gotta find Luna and tell her I love her!"
"But wait—" You give him a confused look. "She's not your soulmate."
"Doesn't matter!" he answers firmly and dashes behind you, but not before shouting once more, "But yeah, just saw him a minute ago with Ginny!"
"Thanks!" you reply, hurriedly making your way to the courtyard.
It was worse. Just as you step foot through the double doors, everywhere you looked was destruction. Professor McGonagall and Flitwick are fighting alongside each other to protect the grounds from the Death Eaters. Students screamed as some raced inside for safety, nearly colliding with you and falling back, while others stood firm and fought.
What had once been a bright, vibrant courtyard was now filled with debris and smoke, and you couldn't believe your eyes. Green and blue lights collide in mid-air, with some hitting the other. You didn't realize you'd frozen in place until you heard a scream just a few feet away, jolting you out of your stupor.
Your head whips towards the direction of the voice, and your eyes sweep the courtyard corner to see another familiar face, one you hadn't seen in a long time. He was a younger Gryffindor who idolised Harry and snapped pictures of him all the time in the previous years. His golden blonde hair ruffles in every direction, and his distinctive baby face, which you always saw with an innocent smile, was now distorted in horror.
"Colin?" You furrow your brows, briskly walking towards him.
That's when you notice he is cornered, fighting a Death Eater on his own. As Colin's wand shoots out of his grasp, your pace quickens into a sprint. As a last line of defense against an approaching blow, he protectively crosses his arms over his head.
"Colin!" you repeat, crying out his name as you whip your wand out from your jacket.
The Death Eater wickedly grins at the defenseless boy as he raises his wand to finish him off.
