Of Souls and Magic

Harry Potter fanfiction

The existence of something called a soul was never proven by science. With no shape, smell, color or weight it's existence stayed hypothetical.

But in a world with magic, the soul was an actual thing, it's existence vital to many magical processes in the society. Now, how could a thing like the human soul have any impact in society? It was found, that by thoroughly inspecting ones soul, the nature of the owner could be determined, his intentions predicted. Of course the government forbade it. What would happen if everyone could simply be judged if they had yet to commit any crime or evil? The powerful and wealthy ensured that it wouldn't happen. They had a lot to hide after all.

So the study of souls turned into another direction. It's properties and influence on other souls as well as its origins were the primary focus. In case of origins, it was found, that every one had a soul that had formed the moment the life was conceived by powerful, wild magic. Even non magical people possessed one, but they acted differently.

The souls of each and every witch and wizard was in constant motion, fast enough to border vibration. Copying from scientists, the researchers were able to apply the basics of wavelengths, yet the motion was not hindered or in any way influenced by space. But much like magic, time was what caused the soul to move and revolve. So when studies came upon the reactions of souls to another, the influence on a witch's and wizard's magical core and soul was observed.

It seemed that, if the two individuals were in close proximity to each other, unaware of the other or aware of the other through an seemingly infinite distance, their magical cores would vibrate in harmony, depending on the similarities, to the person they were aware of or close to. In the first test, the two subjects cores and souls vibrated in a very similar way. Two weeks later, they married.

It was then, when the research team dubbed the phenomenon of two souls with similar wavelength soul resonance.

Shortly after the revelation, the spell crafters came up with a spell that could test ones similarities in soul vibration. In an uproar all over the world, so called soul mates found each other. Marriage counts tripled and the society grew in number through the decades. After some time, the spell to test ones resonance became unnecessary, for the people started to teach the special feeling in their magic upon meeting your soul mate to their children, and honestly, the intense feeling in your very core was hard to miss.

Still, as much as souls would resonate with each other, they were always similar but never the same. Every soul was unique and only a had two others with the ability to resonate with another. But then, there was a man known as Lord Voldemort, the one person who's soul had no partner. His despair found it's apex in the second wizarding war that ended with his fall at the hands of a mere baby boy.

After a soul had no partner at all, legend were spun about the one soul that would have an equal, a counter part, but over a decade passed with nothing and the legends subsided.

It was on the 1st of September 1996 that the legend would live and it began at King's Cross station with one Harry Potter, the boy who lived.

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Deep down Harry had already suspected it.

He had been dumped at Kings Cross Station with no directions whatsoever. Aside from a train ticket that read platform 9 3/4, he had absolutely no idea how to catch his train to Hogwarts, the school for wizards he was supposed to attend to. Briefly, Harry considered asking one of the uniformed men at the other platforms for directions but after some serious thinking, he discarded the thought. From what he had seen, the magical people hid from the non-magical with all their might so these men would be more likely to think him crazy. Harry would need a magical person, not a muggle, as they called the non-magical folk.

Searching for a wizard at a train station proved surprisingly easy. After seeing their ridiculous way of dressing, it became painfully easy to spot them, wearing robes and sometimes pointed hats.

And because he was apparently famous for one reason or another, he had chosen to wear sun glasses and hide the scar on his forehead behind his hair. Certainly it wasn't the best disguise out there but it did the job. Now Harry only had to find someone who wasn't going to ask too many questions and would be likely to point him the elusive platform 9 3/4, so he lingered between platform 9 and 10, waiting and watching the passing people with his trunk and new owl Hedwig besides him. Sure enough he saw many obvious wizards pass.

A tall blonde man with an ornate cane and billowing robes followed closely by an equally blonde boy, obviously the son, who sneered at the very existence of every passing man and woman. Evidently they were wizards but Harry decided not to approach them, they made him uneasy.

"Look father," he heard the boy speak as he sneered particularly nasty at a family of red heads, "the blood traitors are here."

"Quiet, Draco," the father snapped at him.

Wow. Draco? Damn stupid name, Harry thought to himself. As the blonde man dragged his son along, Harry watched the red heads.

If the weird wizards dislike them..., he mused. Indeed, the red heads looked way friendlier and didn't stand out all too much, wearing at least partly normal clothing. Harry decided to approach the family of six and as they moved along, a book dropped to the ground. He crouched down to pick it up, and his hand met another.

Attached to the soft and warm hand was a beautiful girl with long red hair and gold brown eyes that sparkled with magic and mirth. She was about his age, so maybe sixteen. Wearing tight, faded jeans and a tee that read 'I may be a witch but no illusion'. She stared at him like he at her for a seeming eternity. Harry did not move his hand from hers and neither did she pull hers away. Harry was loosing himself in her wonderful eyes, trying to count the flecks of gold in them as he marveled at her beauty.

"Hey," he breathed, unwilling to raise his voice above a whisper, unwilling to break the moment.

"Hey," she whispered back. "I'm Ginny."

"Harry," he told her. Still no one moved.

He had barely registered it but his hand had grown incredibly warm where Ginny touched his skin. As much as Harry would have loved to stay there with her for all eternity, he had to catch a train.

He blinked and realized just how close he was to her face, already he felt her breath against his lips. With great effort he moved back half an inch but Ginny leaned forward, decreasing the distance even more. So, keeping her hand on his, he stood up, the book lay forgotten between then. The two of them stood there, holding onto the others hand, oblivious to the world around them for it was insignificant. Their joined hands were the center of their own world, their own reality, as they gazed into each others eyes with unrivaled intensity.

Harry felt himself hum, felt his core, his very essence, reach out to Ginny, felt his soul scream to its equal. And he received an answer. Through their joined hands he felt it, his equal, his other half, screaming out to him.

At once, reality slammed back into him. His knees were weak, and so were hers, breath labored, just as hers. Ginny clung to him in order to remain standing and it took all of Harry's common sense not to wrap himself around her and never let go.

"Wow," they whispered between harsh gulps of air. Suddenly, as if she had appeared out of thin air, a plump woman stood next to them, apparently talking to them but the sound had been lost to either of them until now.

"-inny! Ginny! What's going on?!" she inquired, the volume seemed to rise with every word until they realized she must have been screaming for some time now. At first, Ginny didn't react. She just stared at him and he stared back. Just as her mother opened her mouth again after catching her breath, Ginny turned to face her, never letting go of Harry and a huge smile on her face.

"I found him," she whispered, tears of sheer joy in her eyes. Her mother gasped before she also started to smile.

"Are you sure my dear?" she asked, the smile never dimming and Harry knew it was a purely rhetorical question.

Ginny squeezed his hand and nodded vigorously. Still, despite the amount of knowledge his head suddenly provided, this whole situation he drew a blank on. There was something he was missing.

"Uhm... Excuse me but...?" he began carefully.

Ginny's mother seemed to know why he was confused and gave him a comforting smile.

"You, young man, are my daughter's soul mate." Even though she smiled, she didn't sound all too happy about that.

"Soul mate?" Harry asked. Was this part of the magical society? It was. "I'm sorry but I wasn't aware of me being magical until last week so... what does that mean for us?"

The woman's eyes widened. "Oh my dear boy! Don't worry, having a soul mate is nothing bad at all!" No, it was the best thing there was. She turned to her daughter. "Ginny! Why don't you explain?"

The red head beamed at him and Harry's heart suddenly beat thrice as fast. A feeling of elation spread through him unlike anything he had felt before so he smiled back. Again they were closing in on each other without even realizing it.

"Ginny dear, focus a little, will you?" her mother interrupted them and Harry had to suppress and annoyed growl.

Ginny shook her head lightly, playfully, and Harry got the urge to hold her. Suddenly, before Ginny could even say anything, the clock above them chimed, announcing the full hour.

"Oh no! The train!" Ginny's mother shouted.

Harry cursed and hurried to fetch his trunk and owl, never letting go of Ginny. Following her mother through the barrier, meaning he ran through a solid wall and blinking in confusion at the cold feeling, he managed to catch a glimpse of the scarlet train leaving the station.

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With a frown, Ginny's mother turned towards them.

"Well," she began, "I'm going to get you someone to aparate you to Hogwarts. In the meantime, Ginny, you might want to explain some things." She walked off and entered a weird phone box.

Harry turned to loose himself in Ginny's eyes again.

"Hey," he said again, making her laugh. Harry grinned like an idiot, relishing the sound.

"Hey, soul mate," she giggled.

"Oh right." He knew there was something he wanted to ask. "What does that mean exactly?"

Ginny tugged on his hand and lead him over to a bench where they sat down, unnecessarily close with their hips touching.

"Ok, so you know you're a wizard, right? Now, every wizard has a soul mate, another that fits them best. You know, with magic, the soul is a very real thing. Mom told me that muggles can't grasp the existence of a soul. Well, souls swing and move all the time in tune with ones magic. And a soul mate is one of two possible others whose soul moves like yours. Not the same, but pretty close. Just like..."

Ginny was unable to continue, Harry's lips were close enough to brush hers and her breath hitched. Being soul mates with Ginny sounded like the best thing ever, outright heavenly. He would never leave her again Aside from school, because she was a year younger than him.

"You know...," he murmured against her lips, "if it means leaving you behind, I really don't want to got to school." She squeezed his hand, and just nodded sadly.

"Can't I stay with you?" he whispered.

Their noses brushed and she whispered back "Please..."

Harry had never kissed a girl, no one for that matter, but his core, his instinct moved him forward the fraction of an inch that had still separated them.

Ginny's lips were soft, so soft and warm. She tasted wonderful, like something he couldn't even begin to describe, and he would never taste something better again.

Her body melted into his as he pulled her closer. Nothing seemed to be able to part them but the need for air and even then their lips only parted enough to breath in the others scent before they kissed once again.

Both of them were unaware of the return of Ginny's mother, Molly Weasley, and a tall man with a long white beard, clad in vermilion robes with a matching pointed hat. The two of them had to stop several feet away from the couple, the raw magic that rolled of them in waves was enough to physically push them back.

"My my, it seems your daughter has found more than just a soul mate in Mr. Potter here," the man said.

Molly gasped. "Potter? As in Harry Potter? Oh Albus! What does that mean?"

Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school for wizarding and witchcraft, steppes forward and erected a shield against the waves of magic.

"Mere resonance, mere likeness doesn't produce this much raw magic. Molly, I think your daughter's soul has found it's other half in Harry. A soul bond, they would have called it years back." He smiled at the Weasley woman. "Your daughter has a wonderful live ahead of her."