Hey, guys! This is a story that was originally posted only on my ao3, but I've decided to post it on here, too. Updates probably will be very slow, since this is just sort of a side thing I'm working on- my main focus is Unfogging the Future. But this Bella is still the same Bella from UtF, just so you know, but you don't need to read UtF for this since they aren't even the same story ^-^ Anyways, I don't own Harry Potter, and thank god I don't because I suck at writing.
'It really is a beautiful day outside, don't you think?'
George stared down at his wrist, confused. Why would his soulmate day something so boring? Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe his soulmate was being ironic about it.
"Don't think about it too much, dear," said his mother as she set down a plate of eggs in front of him. "It will only make sense when you meet them."
It was September 1st, 1991, and that morning George had woken up with a sentence written on his wrist- the first thing his soulmate would say to him. These words would only appear on one's wrist the day that one would meet their soulmate, so breakfast was filled with a lot of anticipation. Especially since George was not the only one who had woken up to see words on his wrist.
"At least yours makes some sort of sense," Ron groaned. "Look at this nonsense! 'I've always seen them in pictures and on TV, but I never thought I'd see one used in real life.' What is that even supposed to mean?!"
"Can't you two just be patient? You're going to find out today," Percy sighed.
"No!" Ron and George snapped in unison. Mr. Weasley chuckled.
"I felt the same way when I first got my tattoo. Don't worry. When you meet your soulmate, it will be the happiest moment of your life."
"What about my birth, Dad?" Fred exclaimed in mock-hurt.
"…One of the best moments."
"Stop being such a drama queen," Ginny giggled.
"You can't just take away his identity like that!" George exclaimed. Laughter sounded throughout the breakfast table. The day continued normally, and soon enough, the family had made their way to King's Cross. Mr. Weasley had taken the day off that day- after all, he could meet at least one of his son's soulmates. If not, then he would at least be able to send his children off to Hogwarts.
All of them had finally made it through the barrier.
"Now, ickle Ronniekins," Fred began as he and George guided him towards the train, "when you meet your soulmate, if I were you, I wouldn't mention the fact that you set the bed until you were seven."
Ron blushed bright red. Near them, a girl with bushy brown hair and large front teeth snorted, having overheard their conversation.
Wanting to divert the attention off of him, Ron said, "Hey, it's that girl!" and pointed to a small girl with messy black hair and round glasses who was a mere few feet in front of them.
"What about her?" said George. "Already picking out who you want to be your soulmate?"
"No!" Ron insisted. "Just after you went through the barrier, she approached us asking how to get on the platform. Do you think she's a muggleborn?"
"Why don't you go and ask her?" Fred suggested.
Meanwhile, Bella had overheard their conversation. Deciding to be friendly, she turned around and walked towards them, in order to answer his question, that No, she wasn't a muggleborn.
The next few seconds were both the slowest and fastest moments of Bella's life.
The moment she opened her mouth to speak, she heard a deafening bang rip through the air, and something had been shot into her hip, causing her to be thrown onto one of the twins, who fell to the ground from the force.
The red-haired twin held Bella carefully in his arms as blood began to pool around them. All to quickly, her vision began to blue, and she heard the boy gasp the words that had appeared on her wrist that morning.
"Oh, God! What's happening? Are you okay?!"
Bella's lips curves into a soft smile. So this was him- her soulmate. At least before she died, she would have met him.
Bella's eyes shifted towards the sky. There wasn't a single cloud, and the sun shine brightly, leaving a warm light on her skin. So this would be it…the last thing she saw. She didn't expect her life to end so soon, but now that it was, she realized how beautiful the world was.
Shifting her gaze back to her soulmate, who was staring at her in shock and terror, she let the words weakly escape her lips:
"It really is a beautiful day outside, don't you think?"
In the next moment, they watched the girl's eyes close, her body falling limp. The crowd was standing around the scene in shock. Mr. Weasley had a man in a black robe pinned to the ground, a gun knocked out of his hands. Most people weren't paying attention to that- many wizards didn't even know what a gun was, so they hadn't even realized there was a killer.
Hermione turned to the nearest person- she wasn't paying attention who- and whispered, "I've always seen them in pictures and on TV, but I never thought I'd see one used in real life..."
Ron swallowed, his mouth abnormally dry as he stared at the bloody girl- no, the bloody corpse- in front of him. Now he knew what she was talking about. A gun. A muggle weapon his dad had mentioned before... he hadn't known what it does, but now he did, and it made him sick.
George's hands were shaking. The girl who's name he didn't know lay peacefully in his arms, her blood staining his clothes and the concrete around him. He didn't know where to go from here. His soulmate was dead. He hadn't even known her name. He didn't know her personality, he didn't know her age, he didn't know her favorite color or her favorite food, he didn't know why someone would do this.
But there was one thing he knew. One thing he was certain of.
Everyone was wrong. This was not the greatest moment of his life. This day would forever be sickeningly burned in his head, to haunt him for the rest of his life.
Because his soulmate was dead. And it was not a beautiful day.
