13: Thnks fr th Mmrs*

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Revised: January 17, 2022

Nothing really changed here as far as adding or removing scenes. I just wanted to clean it up — and add some questions that will never be answered because I have no freaking clue.

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Heads up, it gets slightly darker here *turns on flashlight* That's better *light flickers out* Gosh dang it.



Harry's feet hit the ground and he looked around. He recognized Gringotts at once, but not the tall boy sitting in a chair in front of a goblin.

"Hello?" Harry said uncertainly, but the boy continued to stare straight ahead.

"They won't be able to hear you," a voice said from behind. Harry turned to see another boy standing there. Except for the fact he was older, he was the spitting image of the boy in the chair.

"Tom?"

Tom nodded but didn't speak. He looked almost nervous about something, but before Harry could ask why, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned back around. A goblin had entered the room, holding out a dagger and parchment. "Prick your finger and let two drops fall."

The younger Tom did as he was told and watched as words materialized in the parchment, much like how they did with Harry. His dark brown eyes widened as it got to the bottom. "What's a soul bond?" he asked.

Harry's breath hitched, and he leaned forward.

Soulmate: Harry Potter, the parchment read.

"It is a link between two people of equal or similar power," the goblin explained. "Very rarely do they form, but it is up to the people involved whether they want to act on it or not."

"I don't know anyone in the wizarding world, though," said Tom. "Do you know a Harry Potter?"

"Currently, there is no Harry Potter on record," the goblin told him, "which means he has not been born yet."

Harry frowned. He hadn't thought of that, too caught up in the fact that he was destined to be with Voldemort — or a form of him. How did Lady Magic know who would match in power if one wasn't even alive? Unless she knew what Dumbledore would do... He shook his head. This was getting way too confusing.

He looked at Tom, partly hoping he would ask. But Tom wasn't thinking of that at the moment.

"How long will I have to wait?" he asked. He looked so hopeful, and Harry winced.

"That I do not know. But do not fret. Lady Magic knows what she's doing."

Gringotts began to blur around Harry, morphing into a new setting: the Transfiguration office. Instead of Professor McGonagall, though, there was a fifty-year-younger Dumbledore with auburn hair.

The door opened and Tom, still eleven years old, walked in.

"You called me, sir?" he said politely as he sat down.

"I did, my boy," Dumbledore replied. "Lemon drop?"

"No, thank you."

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