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The day I was born, I had an unusual scar on my hand, as if it had been once slashed opened. The doctors pushed away the thought, claiming I had a malformation. But my parents knew better. They had been born with the same scar on their shoulder, they knew what it meant. It was a rare thing indeed, soulmates were not common and they were even rarer in the magical world. Yes, soulmates are a beautiful and pleasant thing but still presented it's dangers. Lonely witches and wizards tend to get jealous towards the destined couples and ruin what they have by killing one of the soulmates, leaving the other to suffer for the rest of their days.
When I was released from the hospital, my parents constantly covered my hand with fancy bracelets or bandanas. They could not cover it with magic for they have tried numerous times only to fail. I had to keep this a secret and wait until I would finally meet my soulmate. Whenever I met someone new, I would always look at their hand like my parents have taught me to do. However, something tells me that I'll know once I meet them.
On a beautiful, sunny Monday, our family owl dropped off the mail. It was my mother's screaming that had woke me up. Before I could even sit up in bed, the door had swung open and she jumped on my bed, practically shoving the bloody letter in my face. I had told her to calm down from her strange behaviour. She thrusted the letter into my hands and I could finally sit in my bed. Then I understood why she was so excited: I've been accepted to Hogwarts.
"Hogwarts is a fine magical school, Grace! I know you'll love it!" She squealed.
"Didn't you meet dad at Hogwarts?" I asked her, although not sharing the same excitement as her.
My mother finally calmed down and she was brought back to her memories. I knew that look all to well. "Yes, I met him there. He was a Hufflepuff and I was a Gryffindor." She smiled at the memory. "It was funny really. Who would have thought that your father would end up with a wild woman like me. We were the opposite of one another, I was a quidditch player, he was in the library. I drank butter beer and he drank tea. I was the worse student of my year and he was the best student of his year." Mother sighed. "But we were made for each other, we have the scar to prove it."
"I still don't understand."
"Don't understand what?" Mum asked me.
"The whole concept of the soulmates. It's so... strange." I sighed.
"Yes, it's strange indeed. I can't explain why we have these soulmates but there are theories. We all have souls, dementors can prove that, when our souls were created, some were split in two and were sent into different bodies. That explains my undying love for your father and vice versa. Our souls belong to each other." She explained the best she could.
"Yeah, I suppose that makes sense." I shrugged.
My mother placed her hand on my shoulder and found my eyes. "You're still young, Gracie. — I flinched when she pronounced that nickname, it sounds so childish— You'll know the feeling once you've met the person you're supposed to be with. Trust me on this, I was just as confused as you were when I discovered I had a soulmate."
My mother stood up from my bed, grabbing the other letters she had with her before bringing chaos into my room. I brought my hand to my eye sight and examined the scar. It can be mistaken for a scar that was made from playing rough sports or a working accident but I am too young for the last suggestion.
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After a long ride on the train, we finally arrived to Hogwarts. Seeing it the school for the first time was breathtaking. I was so preoccupied with my surroundings that I didn't have time to examine the faces of my new classmates. When the sorting hat ceremony began, I was enchanted by the bewitched ceiling. I had never seen the stars like that before. A boy had been sorted into Gryffindor and then professor McGonagall called my name. I made my way through the small crowd and sat on the wooden stool. The professor placed the hat onto my head.
"Ah! Not another Smith!" The hat exclaimed, as if it had known my family for generations. Perhaps it did. "No doubt that a wild trouble maker like yourself would make a fine Gryffindor. This one is brave indeed yet very intelligent. You would make a fine Ravenclaw with your creative and wise mind. Alas, I have come to a decision! I shall place you in Gryffindor!" The hat declared.
The Gryffindor table cheered after the hat pronounced its words. I stood up and practically ran to my new family. "Welcome to Gryffindor!" Voices greeted me.
I took a seat next to a first year like me. I turned to him to start a conversation but I stopped myself when I noticed his hand. Merlin's beard... I thought to myself. This boy and I share the same scar, same place and same dimensions.
