Compass *George Weasley

Compass *George Weasley

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"I thought you were stuck on the whole soulmate idea?" He asked him. At first, George was confused, not understanding what he meant or why he couldn't just say it out loud, then his brain processed what he was being told, and he pulled his hand away from his neck. "I don't know," He said, thinking suddenly about the necklace around his neck that he had for as long as he could remember. His soulmate was born in September, meaning it appeared on him then, merely five months after he and Fred were born. Molly and Arthur were surprised, to say the least, only having just gotten used to the idea of their eldest son, Bill, having a soulmate as well, though he was seven years old when his soulmate was born, meaning that it was harder for him to adjust to the nonremovable fleur de lis pendant where for George wearing his was the only thing he knew. "Maybe it's her," Fred said out loud casually. "The chances of that are astronomically unlikely," George said, rolling his eyes. "Plus it says C.M.L.B. and she's Lupin." "But think about it. Is she?" Fred said suddenly, leaning over the table towards him seriously. "It would make everything make sense."
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Horror strikes him down where he stands, then. He sways, stumbles to put his back to the living room wall. Harry is woozy in disbelief, watching the two words slashed into his chest in livid red just like the scar on his forehead. 'AVADA KEDAVRA.' He knows those words, the first he can remember, his earliest memory. It feels like he hasn't breathed in minutes. When he comes back to the moment, he finds that perhaps he hasn't. Harry gasps for air like a fish does for water, and doesn't find it. His back has slid down the wall somehow and his hands grip his head, hair clenched in fists. Then he realizes he's actually panting, a ringing in his ears, blocking out whatever it is people are saying to him. Hermione crouches in front of him where he can't possibly miss her, palms settling gently on his knees. "Harry," she's saying. "Harry, it's going to be alright." How? How can it ever possibly be alright again? - In a world where the first words you ever speak to your soulmate appear once both soulmates have turned seventeen, Harry receives a bit of bad news. OR In which Harry fashions himself into a war bride. !Disclaimer! All characters belong to J.K Rowling This story belongs to freakydeakymoonmagic on AO3 Story link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37337773/chapters/93167971

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