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The day was full of surprises, and wedges in his plans to completely wreck his shit.
Because he was so close, his fingers were grazing the soft, tanned flesh above the boy’s heart. And the prophesized words. The boy’s own hand was pressed to his soul mark.
While the other survives.
It was warm and soothing, but cool and taking like he was slowly pulling Voldemort through a cold shaded area. It hadn’t been at all what the Dark Lord expected.“Come, Harry, don’t-”
“Shut up!” His voice struck the air with a burst of magic. His feet left the ground, soon he was standing on top of the dining table and every window shattered. Shards of glass rained down on him from a domed skylight that provided the dining hall with natural light. The jagged shards cut his skin as they fell. Chairs, side tables, decorative vases, and paintings littered the air; breaking up the crowd of Death Eaters, barricading everyone out of the room. But nothing touched his soulmate. A fault of the bond between them.“I’ll help fix you, you’ll be okay.” He couldn’t really tell if he was reassuring the man before him, or himself.
In which our favorite boys are soulmates and have to navigate around insanity and death.
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Zuko goes into exile with a scar, a mission, and a wife.
The girl wears ill fitted ceremonial silks. She is too thin, with jutting bones and hollowed eyes. Dirt smudges her cheek. Her lower lip has a healing split in it. Gaudy as her finery is, she wears it like prisoner’s rags.
All of this Zuko registers in the time it takes him to reach the dais and bow. Every muscle aches with the remembrance of what happened the last time he knelt before Father. This time there is no begging, no roar of the crowd, no burning. Still—Zuko’s grateful to stand once more.
Slipping into soldier’s parade rest, he waits for what will come next, all too aware of the girl’s defiant body next to his.
“I am told that this is Katara of the Southern Water Tribe,” Father says, cruel amusement oiling his words. The phrasing makes the girl sound like a thing. “The last waterbender of their pathetic tribe.” Flames conceal all but his shadow, yet Zuko knows from long experience the exacting blade of his father’s smirk. The smirk he must surely wear now. Because he has built up his insult and now he lets it fall. “Your bride.”
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When Hermione’s Time Turner is broken during the battle of Hogwarts, she is catapulted 20 years into the past at the exact moment the Marauders are performing a “silly” spell to reveal their soulmate.
It just so happens that Hermione appears on Sirius Black’s turn…
And lands directly in his lap.