Technicolor Beat

Skin

In the Wizarding World, everyone is born with a tattoo that is intricate and designed to represent what your soulmate's soul looks like. Every tattoo is colorless, dull and unmoving. It's located where your soulmate will touch you for the first time. If anyone else touches the tattoo, nothing will happen. It will remain colorless and unmoving. But if your soulmate touches it, skin to skin, the tattoo will become full of color and move across the epidermis. The colors vary.

Some people say when their soulmate touched the tattoo for the first time, it was their soulmate's favorite color/colors. Some say it was an array of beautiful colors, because their soulmates soul represented that; a kaleidoscope of dancing color just like their personality. People who's soulmate are to touch their face for the first time say that it's a hassel having it out in the open like that. That sometimes brave random people will come up and touch their face, just to see if it could be them. The people with face tattoos, though beautiful, are sort of relieved when they meet their soulmate. Because you see, once a soulmate touches a tattoo, it will move down the face and neck, or up the leg, anywhere the tattoo is located, and rest on the chest right above the heart.

Harry Potter was born with a small dragon tattoo on his wrist, the tail wrapping around the entire circumference of it. It looked to be sleeping, its head resting on Harry's pulse point with its wings folded delicately back. It layed there, waiting for Harry's soulmate to touch the intricately detailed scales on its body. It was a beautiful dragon, elegant snout and sharp claws. Colorless, immobile, as if waiting to fly.

Harry sits in the Great Hall at breakfast this morning, frowning at his wrist for the umpteenth time that day. His best friends sitting across from him, shoot him sympathetic looks.

"Harry. You're doing it again" Hermione tells him, her voice gentle but scolding.

"Doing what?" Harry replies, not taking his eyes off his wrist.

"Staring at your wrist like that. You know no matter how hard you stare, it's still not going to move or get its colors", Hermione explains. She's teasing him, but playfully. Harry knows that. But it he doesn't look away when he answers, his voice sounding annoyed and on the verge of angry. "Yeah I think I could've figured that out for myself thanks."

Hermione raises her thickly shaped eyebrows in surprise at her friends snappy response. "Calm down Harry, I was only teasing". She shares a look with Ron. The red head shrugging his shoulders before continuing to stuff his mouth with bacon. Hermione sighs, fingers coming up to her chest for a brief moment before she lays them neatly in her lap. She feels sympathetic for her friend, having already found her soulmate. She looks over to the redhead plowing food into his mouth beside her and shakes her head fondly.

Harry concentrates on his tattoo, wondering who it could be. His soulmate. Though he's had a few people ask him out, he hasn't ever been interested in any of them. Don't get him wrong, it's not like he doesn't get crushes. There was Cho back in Fourth Year. Oh, and he thought that Romilda girl was cute, but her obsession with him kinda made him a little afraid of her. There was Ginny, but after a while he realized his feelings for her were more brotherly than anything. Plus when she touched his tattoo, nothing happened. They stopped "dating" after that.

Though, not everyone stops dating someone just because the tattoo doesn't move when they touch it. Sometimes they fall in love and the tattoo doesn't matter to them. Harry just didn't love Ginny like that. They're still friends though.

He thinks about someone whose soul would represent a dragon. That could be anybody, he thinks. He looks up from his breakfast and glances around the Great Hall. He's searching for anyone that could be the one. Harry's not even sure they go to Hogwarts; his soulmate could be anywhere in the world, halfway across the globe maybe.