【 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 three are standing in the midst of the chaotic Entrance Hall. As you remember the last time you saw Yaxley, your jaw clenches at the sight of his arrogant grin. You hadn't forgotten how Yaxley splinched Ron mid-Apparation when the four of you tried to flee the Ministry for stealing Salazar Slytherin's locket during your time searching for the Horcruxes.
"George!"
You hear Lee Jordan shout as he runs up next to George, and notices you. "Y/L/N! Oh, thank Godric, you're both alive."
"Y/L/N?" Yaxley eyes widen, his lips curling into an evil grin. "Where have I heard that name before?"
Before you could ask what he was talking about, he examines your face and his eyes twinkle with vicious delight. "Ah, yes. I remember your father. Very noble of him to sacrifice himself while your Mudblood mother ran away with you. Shame I wasn't quick enough to finish you disgusting lot," he finishes, spitting onto the ground in front of you.
Yaxley was the reason your mother fled to the Muggle world, he was the reason you lived without a father. George could tell you were surprised by your reaction by the look on your face. It was distorted in wrath, almost out of character, and he just stared at you open mouthed, far from what he knew of you.
George places a hand on your shoulder and quietly murmurs your name in a concerned tone.
However, you are unable to hear him. His voice sounds so far away. As the fingers of your fists dig deep into your skin, almost drawing blood, you were at your breaking point. All your repressed feelings from losing friends and your soulmate are bursting to the surface. You're blinded by wrath which was bitter but strangely fulfilling.
You draw a sharp breath, and through gritted teeth you spat, "Yaxley, you son of a bitch!"
"What foul language for a young lady," Yaxley says coolly with a vile smirk.
"I'm not a lady," you retort, gripping your wand and stepping in front of George and Lee.
"You know I'll only win," he boasts.
"And you know I'll fight," you say in confidence, tilting your chin. "Stupefy!"
Casting your Stunning spell in one swift move, you, George, and Lee, fall to the ground dodging Yaxley's retaliation with the Killing curse.
George calls out your name, whipping his head towards you.
"I'm fine!" You shout, quickly getting up from the floor and casting another Stunning spell at Yaxley.
As you do the same, he evades and shields any spell you cast at him. Green and blue light flashes trade in mid-air, similar to a game of table tennis, only the loser dies. George and Lee are both horrified and mildly impressed by the way you displayed your magic abilities. After faced mortality on many occasions over the previous nine months, you've clearly progressed.
