Harry Potter and The Twisted Laws

What!?!?

"Last night was amazing - can't believe they threw a party for us." Ginny said, she was laying in Harry's arm - not even a bit sick - thanks to those Hang over potions.

"I can't believe the girl of my dreams is going to marry me." Harry said, playing with her hair.

"And I am going to be married to the savior of my life."

Harry laughed and kissed the top of her head.

"Where is Fawkes by the way?" Ginny asked.

"Gone for a good fly."

Hmmm only if she was here, our special day would be even more special, right? Ginny thought.

"I guess so." Harry said.

"What?" Ginny asked confused.

Harry was now confused too..."You didn't said that?"

"I said what?"

"You want Fawkes to be at our proposal to make it even special."

"Harry...I thought it...Wait!"

Ginny's POV

Harry could hear my thoughts - no I may have spoken that aloud - it isn't really possible.

Harry, can you hear me? I thought.

Yes, clearly, can you too?

He spoke but his mouth didn't moved, was I imaging this?

"We can hear each other's thoughts!" Harry exclaimed.

You think what I am thinking? I don't know but thinking is easier...and he can hear me!!

I am listening your thoughts all the way love.

We should go too...

"Hermione!" We spoke in unison and hurried out of the room.

We entered Hermione's room without knocking - our greatest mistake. We found Hermione and Ron snogging - quite heated it was, Ewwwww!

We should head back

And maybe do the same?

Oh fuck of pervert!

Oh stop it darling, I know you want to have some good snog, I can hear your thoughts.

He winked. Sure this was Harry Potter and not James?

Well I am James' son after all.

He grinned - oh can anyone say no to that charming smile and those puppy eyes?

Ah! Fine!!

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A good snog later…

"So why were we there in the first place?"

"To know why can we hear to each other's thought"

"You think they are done? It was sickening to see my brother doing that..."

"It explains a lot, isn't it, how Ron feels."

"Oh never mind him, let's go."

"Hermione, we need your help!" I said, knocking on the door this time.

The door opened and Hermione came out holding a book in her hands, "Yes?" she asked.

"Uh - Harry can listen my thoughts and I did the same."

The book dropped from her hand - dramatic jeez...

"This can't be what I am thinking - Ron!" She called back upstairs.

"Yes ba- Mione?"

"Punch Harry."

Has she gone mental?

"What did he did?" Ron and I asked at the same time.

"Just. Punch. Him." she said, "Sorry Harry."

Ron punched Harry slightly but I felt like someone had punched me - what was going on?

"Ouch." I said slightly.

"Wait - how did you got hurt?" Ron asked.

"Hermione, will you please explain." Harry said turning to her.

"Off to the the library."

At the Library

Hermione bought a set of books and started flipping through the pages. We looked at her, waiting for the explanation.

"This isn't a good thing really - we would have to do something..."

"Hermione EXPLAIN!" I said.

"Uh - you are bonded - your souls are bonded" she said.

"Aren't we supposed to be soulmates?"

"You are but - A bond is something different - it happened last in the 70's and before that in the 50's!" She exclaimed as we weren't understanding the simplest of the things.

"Hermione - we aren't you - please tell us the effects properly." Harry said calmly.

How can he be so calm!?

"Ok - this means your souls are like really close - and if any of you die - the other will be left like if a Dementor had kissed them." She began slowly.

"The bond can be triggered anytime - maybe yours did when Harry proposed - and well - you have to see each other every day and talk to each other face to face."

"If one gets hurt - other will feel it –"

"I am not being an Auror." Harry said raising his hand in the universal sign of submission.

"But Harry, it's your dream job -" I said.

"I am not risking your life." Harry said silently.

"Will you two listen to me?" Hermione asked snapping her fingers.

I nodded.

"There is a way you won't feel the pain."

"Just try not to die or stick to bed, and please keep it a secret. And - the better you have physical contact, the better - so atleast hold hands at all times."

Harry grasped my hand tightly.

Later that evening

As we were trying to get over the shock - another awaited us.

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I had no idea, so I wrote what striked my mind first.

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