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Lost and Found||J.P

Summary: In a world where soulmates are bound by a unique connection, lost items from one person mysteriously appear in the possession of their other half. Y/N has always found this phenomenon fascinating, but it becomes much more personal when she starts finding James Potter's things in her room. As their friendship blossoms, Y/N and James navigate the strange occurrences that bring them closer together, discovering that some connections are meant to be found.

Setting: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, during the Marauders' sixth year.

Hogwarts had its fair share of mysteries and enchantments, but none as curious as the soulmate phenomenon. For centuries, witches and wizards believed that losing an item meant it would magically reappear in the possession of their soulmate. It was an enchantment that brought both excitement and trepidation to students, who eagerly awaited the day they might find a stray quill or a mismatched sock that signaled the presence of their other half.

Y/N had always thought the idea was romantic, but she never put much stock in it. That was until her sixth year when she started finding James Potter's belongings in her dormitory.

It began with a simple Gryffindor tie. She had been rummaging through her trunk, searching for her Charms textbook, when she pulled out a tie that distinctly did not belong to her. It was a Gryffindor tie, sure, but it had a small, embroidered "J.P." in the corner. She frowned, turning it over in her hands.

"Who's this belong to?" she wondered aloud, knowing full well who the initials belonged to but not quite believing it.

"Lily probably dropped it," her roommate, Marlene, suggested with a shrug. "She's always with James and his lot."

Y/N nodded absently, but a strange feeling settled in her chest. She decided to return the tie to its rightful owner after breakfast.

As she made her way to the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, she spotted James sitting with his usual group of friends – Sirius, Remus, and Peter. They were in the midst of a heated discussion about Quidditch, and James was gesticulating wildly, his messy hair even more disheveled than usual.

"James!" she called out, approaching the table. He looked up, a grin spreading across his face.

"Y/N! What can I do for you this fine morning?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

She held up the tie. "I think you dropped this."

James's eyes widened, and he reached for the tie, inspecting it closely. "Blimey, I've been looking for this everywhere! Where did you find it?"

"In my dormitory," she replied, her brow furrowing. "I have no idea how it got there."

James's expression shifted from surprise to something more thoughtful. "Interesting," he mused, tucking the tie into his pocket. "Thanks, Y/N. I owe you one."

Over the next few weeks, more items began to appear. A single sock, a quill, even a piece of parchment with James's handwriting. Each time, Y/N would return the item, and each time, James would look at her with a mixture of curiosity and something else she couldn't quite place.

One afternoon, she found a pair of Quidditch gloves in her bag. Sighing, she made her way to the Quidditch pitch, knowing James would be there practicing.

As she approached, she saw him flying high above the ground, executing a series of impressive maneuvers. She watched for a moment, admiring his skill, before calling out to him.

"James! I've got something of yours again!"

He landed gracefully, jogging over to her with a grin. "What is it this time?"

She held up the gloves, and he laughed. "Those were a gift from Sirius. I thought I'd lost them forever."

Y/N couldn't help but smile. "You really need to keep better track of your things."

James chuckled, but his expression soon turned serious. "Y/N, have you ever thought about the soulmate thing?"

She blinked, taken aback by the sudden change in topic. "The what?"

"The soulmate thing," he repeated, his eyes searching hers. "You know, how lost items end up with your soulmate?"

"Oh," she said, understanding dawning. "Yeah, I've thought about it. Why?"

James rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically nervous. "Well, it's just...you keep finding my stuff. And I keep finding things that I'm pretty sure are yours."

Her heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

He pulled a small, familiar-looking bracelet from his pocket. "I found this under my bed yesterday. Isn't it yours?"

She took the bracelet, recognizing it immediately. It was one she had lost weeks ago, a gift from her mother. "But...how?"

James shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Maybe we're soulmates."

The words hung in the air between them, and Y/N felt her cheeks flush. "You really think so?"

James took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "I do. And honestly, I can't think of anyone I'd rather be soulmates with."

She smiled, her heart swelling with emotion. "Me neither, James."

He reached out, taking her hand in his. "So, what do you say we give this a shot? See where it takes us?"

Y/N nodded, her smile widening. "I'd like that."

As they walked back to the castle hand in hand, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the strange and wonderful way the universe worked. Sometimes, the things you lost led you to exactly what you needed to find.