Hey lover

They say soulmates feel like coming home.

She wouldn't know.

Because home was never something the daughter of Regulus Black was allowed to have.
Raised in the shadow of a name that died too young and a family that was never meant to love gently, she learned early that attachment is dangerous... and love is something that always leaves.
So when the magic comes-when it marks her with not one, not two, but seven soulmates-
she runs.

From Harry Potter, who looks at her like he understands the weight of survival.

From Hermione Granger, who wants to fix what was never given the chance to grow right.

From Ron Weasley, who offers warmth she doesn't trust.

From Fred Weasley and George Weasley, who make light feel possible-even when she doesn't think she deserves it.

From Ginny Weasley, who burns too bright, too fearless.

It's something that hurts before it heals.
Something that leaves before it stays.
Something that whispers, you will ruin this.

But soulmates-
they don't ask.
They don't wait for her to be ready.
They don't leave when she pulls away.
They stay.
Through the silence.
Through the anger.

Through the nights she feels like she's too much and not enough all at once.
"Hey, lover," the world seems to hum, soft and relentless,
you don't get to run from this.
And maybe-
just maybe-
love isn't something that destroys her.
Maybe it's the only thing that doesn't.