Harry Potter's Soulmate || Drarry

CHAPTER 1

Harry's PoV -

Harry, Hermione and Ron sat on the train in silence... Well, not complete silence, Ron was chewing incredibly loudly whilst eating a sandwich, but besides that, it was silent.

None of them could entirely comprehend what was going on apart from Ron, which was a first.

The chaos began when Hermione had absentmindedly rolled up the sleeves of her jumper revealing her forearms, which now had written on them a phone number and the words 'Hey, feel free to text me'.

The writing seemed to be in black ink, the edges harsh and squared off as though written with a quill, but the font itself was neat cursive, each letter close beside the one after it and at a gentle tilt to the right. It was undeniably written by a human; there were small imperfections that distinguished it from typed words - that being said, Hermione had not written it herself, and nobody else, to her knowledge, had access to her arms.

Hermione had cluelessly gazed at the message for 3 seconds before attempting to rub off the writing with her fingers. After approximately 30 more seconds and the realisation that it wasn't coming off, she began to root through her bag to find her hand sanitiser. As one might imagine, this situation frustrated her immensely.

Harry, also having no clue what was going on, stared, wide-eyed, at Hermione's forearm with shock, dread and confusion. This felt painfully similar to Riddle's Diary and it was happening on his friend's limbs. Ron, on the other hand, looked upon this scene with concern and understanding and he started to choke down his mouthful of food a little quicker so that he might be able to get out an explanation of what was happening sooner.

"Calm down 'Mione. It's meant to happen." Ron said to her, still chewing, "Trust me."

He took the sanitiser out of her hands and continued eating, watching Hermione glare up at him, expecting some kind of explanation.

Her eyes flicked from her arm to Ron several times before exclaiming, "What do you mean Ron? Everyone gets dodgy tattoos when they hit adulthood?!"

Ron rolled his eyes, swallowed his mouthful and put the sanitiser into his own bag before beginning his explanation.

"Okay, so, basically, everybody has a soulmate. A soulmate isn't necessarily romantic but always has the potential to be, so pretty much all wizards and witches attempt to find their soulmate. Anyway, the Minister of Magic casts a charm annually on the group of wizards and witches that are leaving school that creates a bond between soulmates so that whatever appears on your arm also appears on the arm of your soulmate."

Ron stopped his explanation, thinking about which lesson they had all had it explained to them.

"I don't think we've ever had a school lesson on it, so all of the muggleborns are probably as confused as you, but I'm sure Binn's had a lesson on the first use of the Minister's spell and it's immediate effects and stuff."

Hermione blinked a couple of times in confusion. The fact that Ron could remember a lesson that she could not, was inconceivable. But, as much as she racked her brain, the subject of soulmates she could not remember.

Ron paused for a moment as he recollected all the smaller details of the spell from the back of his mind.

"Scars don't appear on soulmates' arms unless they were gained after leaving school, obviously it's slightly different for us... we have to retake last year. But other than scars, I can't think of anything else you might possibly need to know." 

Ron watched Hermione's face go from confusion, to stress, and then curiosity within a matter of seconds.

"I-" Hermione started speaking.