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Hermione Granger
Miss Hermione Granger, also affectionately called Hermi and Mione by her two soul-siblings, watched the Black Lake tiredly. It has been 5 years since one of her soul-siblings, gifted to her by Mother Magic, Lord Harry James Potter, no Harry, used both his Family Magics to seal him and the remaining Death Eaters inside the Womping Willow.
She and her soul-sibling, Mister Ron Weasley, live in the castle that was once a school and is now a graveyard for all who fell. She reminisces about all the memories they shared when her other soul-sibling was still with them.
Her fingers dance across the blood pearls that Harry had made out of his magic for her fourteenth birthday. She wears them every day in her hair since he was sealed.
Her heart aches when she thinks about the soul scream Harry gave out at the sight of their school littered with bodies, almost all belonging to students, teachers, and people who fought along his side, for him. She saw as the Black-Blood heart curse took effect, because despite never meeting his destined circle, Harry fell irrevocably in love with them. So much so that he gave his Potter heart to people he hadn't even met. All because he knew in his soul that they would love him and he would love them. The people who Magic and Fate had interwined into his soul.
Hermione will never forgive the people who failed to show up for her soul-sibling. Mother Magic finally forgave the Dragels for their crime by gifting them her most beloved child, and they failed to show up when he needed them most.
Mother Magic changed the very essence of Hermione and Ron's souls, bodies, and magic so that they may stay by Harry's side for as long as he lives. A gift so precious that Hermione thanks her every day, because she will stay here and guard him until Avalon falls apart, and she is sure her other soulmate shares her thoughts.
Hermione is brought out of her thoughts when a tawny owl swoops in with a letter from Gringotts. Harry had struck a deal with the goblins as soon as he found out that Voldemort had made Horcruxes, so that the Goblins would notify them of any in their vaults and would help destroy them if found. As his soul-sibling, Hermione is currently keeping an eye on Harry's accounts in his absence. She is determined to find a way to free him from and is sure that she will find a way to do so in the Peverell vaults; she will free him if it is the last thing she does.
Ron Weasley
Mister Ron Weasley looked over the Quidditch Pitch longingly; he missed his best friend. He misses when he and Harry would fly after midnight, would sneak a couple of desserts in, even when their other soul-sibling tells them to stop and spends hours lecturing them about dental care, he misses when they would play chess together and talk about the most random things.
He closes his eyes to stop the tears from falling. He's done enough crying for the past 5 years. Harry would be laughing at him and teasing him about how much Ron misses him if he were here. Ron takes a shaky breath of air and sighs. He wishes he could have done more for Harry as his vassal.
Ron still remembers Harry's face when he saw the body of his God-brother, Neville, and Neville's Fiancée, Miss Luna Lovegood, drop to the ground as he arrived. Harry and Neville were close; their God-sibling bond was strong and comforted Harry when he felt the gaping hole of his Parental and Godparent bonds. To have seen the light leave his God-brother's eyes and feel the moment the bond broke, destroyed him and pushed his mind closer to breaking.
Ron will never forget Bellatrix Lestrange's laughter after she took away the last familial bond Harry had. The grief he felt through their soul-sibling bond was heartbreaking. Ron shared his grief as he saw a group of Death Eaters overpower his Mother, sister, and Father. He had no doubt the twins, Percy, Charlie and Bill felt it when their Parental bonds and sibling bond with Ginny were severed.
But nothing could hurt Ron more than watching as his soul-sibling slowly succumbed to the Black-Blooded Curse as his own fated circle failed to show in his time of need. How could they? Mother Magic allowed the Dragel blood in Harry to awaken on his 15th birthday as a means to reconnect the Dragel's to Avalon after the crime their kind committed, and they had the audacity not to answer the call their submissive cried?
Ron hopes that when he and Mione find a way to free Harry and subdue the Death Eaters, they will be freed alongside Harry if they aren't dead from the sheer amount of Magic Harry flooded their body with to seal him. Magic will grant Harry someone who will love him and always come when called. He knows Harry has always wanted to have a spouse and children, so he hopes Mother Magic will at least grant him that for Harry's service.
Ron's mind wandered to the House elves that tend to Harry's estates. Harry made Dobby his elf after Dobby begged him to, and Harry always had a soft spot for the sincere creature. And Kreacher slowly softened up to Harry during his stay at Grimmauld. The elves at Hogwarts diligently take care of the Castle and await Harry's return, as Harry is loosely related to the Just and Most Olde House of Slytherin and is the last descendant after Voldemort died.
Ron chuckles thinking of the eleven-year-old boy he found in the train, unaware of the amount of titles and houses that were his. Harry Potter then had not a smidge of knowledge of wizarding etiquette or their history. He remembers Harry's face when he found out he was a direct descendant of The Hallowed and Most Olde House of Peverell. Ron and Hermione helped Harry learn the etiquette and rules that an Oligarchy member must follow. They learned alongside him and watched as he pushed himself to the limit over and over, until he perfected it.
Ron smiled when he saw Hedwig flying in the sky. Ron always makes sure that Harry's familiar is well taken care of and that the house elves are always happy. It's the least he can do for his Soulmate.
Meanwhile
Mother Magic tended to her garden as she listened to her siblings, Time and Death, argue while her other two siblings ignored them.
"You always liked those damn monsters, Death. Having them as your servants," Time sneered, power rippling under their skin.
Death clenched their fist, their eyes blazing with the fury of millions of souls, "He is fated to my blood raven, and he is fated to many that belong to Nevarah. You know this, Time. He is a dragel and-"
Time's voice boomed throughout the garden," AND HE IS SEALED, HIS SOULSCREAM WENT UNANSWERED, HE IS ON THE VERGE OF BLACK MADNESS."
Fate's voice calmly echoes through the garden, her eyes glazed as she stared into nothing," It is not their fault, for the fault lies with the one called Albus Dumbledore... When the boy was a babe, Dumbledore feared his fate. So he put a spell, a spell strong enough to put his dragel blood to sleep. As we all know, Magic demanded retribution, which led Wix to hunt down the Dragel kind. Sadly, only the Dragel who committed the crime was aware of why the Dragel were suddenly being hunted. Albus Dumbledore held no hate for the child but believed he was doing the child justice by hiding his dragel blood, for he thought that the child would be hunted. While the spell was weakened when the boy's blood awakened, it had not disappeared; instead, it blocked his soul scream."
Mother Magic smiled," He did not know that it would backfire in such a way. No matter, all will be right."
Chaos nodded," Harry James Potter, the last oligarchy member, the Lord to not one but five houses, will be happy. He will heal."
Time exhaled," You are sure? The poor boy sacrificed so much."
Mother Magic said with finality," I owe him several times over."
Time's eyes widen slightly; one does not get a deity to owe them lightly.
Chaos smiled," I also owe my descendant for dealing with... the other one."
Death sighed in relief," The boy had collected my hallows, I trust he will protect them and use them correctly. Should he ever need me, I will come."
Fate nodded," All is set in stone, Harry James Potter will be happy, and he will heal. His journey to happiness is guaranteed."
Threads snapped into place, the path for his happiness weaving into existence.