Harry Potter Preferences

Soulmate AU

Harry: Born with a line of words on your wrist, you went through life awaiting those very words to be spoken to you. Only, you weren't sure just how the situation would play out seeing as though the words were nearly impossible to decipher. They have plenty of times but you always realized that they weren't the one.By the time you came to Hogwarts, you just settled back and waited patiently. Then, a boy with messy black hair and emerald green eyes uttered words that struck you to the core, just like the scar on his head, "Hello?"

Ron: You felt a tingling feeling on your wrist. Knowing the feeling immediately, you looked down. Pulling your bracelet down, you saw the words Hi. Smiling, you grabbed the marker you always kept handy in your pocket. Opening the lid with your teeth, you poised the nib over your skin, thinking for a while before scribbling a hi back and drawing a flower beneath it. Then throughout the day, you just added on to your flower, making a garden. At the end of the day, a smile appeared on your hand, thanking you for your drawing and saying that it was beautiful.

Draco: People get tattoos for every time you fell in love with somebody. Some had bodies of beautiful swirls of ink while some had none. Draco had one, one that he kept very hidden. At first, he had a double take waking up one morning with a black dragon circling a rose on the back of his palm. Thank Merlin it was winter that day which meant he could use gloves as a temporary shield. After days of spells and willpower, he managed to coax the dragon to bring his rose and move further up his arm to his bicep. He didn't know who caused it at first, but then he realized with a jolt that it was you. You who he had given a rose to as a joke when you had said that they were your favourite.

Fred: You were born without the ability to see red. It was normal and in a way fortunate as compared to the whole world, only a small handful had the flaming color. Only when you went to Hogwarts, did you start seeing flashes of the color people described as blood, as the color of lips and above all the color of love. Then on your first day, first lesson, you were looking down at your parchment when suddenly the world exploded in colors you had never seen before. Snapping your head up, you searched frantically. Your eyes fell on a boy, who was also wide eyed and looking around. But most importantly, he had fiery red hair.

George: Having been accepted into the Quidditch team as a chaser, you were ecstatic and were as light as the clouds you were soon going to soar through. When your first game came, you were excited and nervous that you hadn't realized the counter on your wrist blinking 1 more minute left. Flying into the game, you chased, threw, dodged and flew. Then, a little too caught up in your first score, you threw your hands up in the air, not paying attention to the bludger zooming to you. "Hey, Chaser!" A blur of red flew in front of you then a loud thud came before the red fell back into you, throwing you off your broom. Luckily the ground was soft and wasn't far below. You groaned to see a red haired boy, inches above you. Just then, both of your timers hit 0.

Neville: Neville wondered just how he had survived eleven lonely colorless years without ever seeing any shade of blue, red or green. Then the impending doom followed the thought of not a colorless world, but a world without you in it. Everyday he woke up next to you and thanked you silently for his ability to see rainbows.

Oliver: It was a myth that if you sang a duet that, somewhere, someone will be singing the other part. You never really cared much for it, thinking that it was just another sappy story, told at weddings and dates. But you were proven wrong when you were walking innocently down the corridors if Hogwarts on a lazy Sunday afternoon. You start singing, thinking it was no big deal. Then you walked passed someone. Also big deal. Except for the fact that he was singing in perfect harmony with you.