Prologue: 31 July, 1980

It was a hot night in Godric's Hollow at the end of July. The little village was one of the few mixed villages, where magical and non-magical people lived in peace in the quiet hamlet. For centuries, non-magical people who knew of the magical world settled in the village. Some were relatives of magical people, some were non-magical people born into magical families. Others were people who had discovered the magical world and had been granted permission to live among magical people.

Most of the village was quiet as midnight approached. In a secluded outstretch of town stood a large estate, one of the largest in all of the United Kingdom. The manor that was three miles from the front gates was home to the wealthiest wizarding family in England. Little did the residents of the village know this was a special night for more than one reason. No one knew that this night a pair of prophecies would start to be fulfilled.

"You're doing great, Lily," Pamela Johnson said. "Just a couple more pushes."

Pamela looked up to note the time of birth at one minute before midnight and was surprised to see a silvery mist form over Lily Potter's bed as her baby was delivered. The mist swirled to form a large stag, but just as quickly shifted to form a large horse. Pamela was shocked as she held the baby boy, who didn't cry, but cooed at the horse. She had only heard about this in Medi-Witch school, but never did she think she would ever witness it. She knew she had to file this with the Ministry, so they could identify the other half of the bond when she was born.

"Pam, what was that?" James Potter asked, staring at the mists in awe.

"That was the sign of a birth soul bond beginning," she answered in an awestruck voice.

"What! My baby boy has a soul mate bond? But, how? He was just born!" Lily exclaimed.

"No one knows how or why these things happen, but they are very rare," Pamela said. "I have to file this with Magical Contracts. But just so you know, the first physical contact they have, the bond will snap into place. After the first skin to skin contact, after the girl is fourteen, they will be considered legally married and adults."

"How will we know when she's born?" asked a stunned James.

"The mist will show up again, and he'll probably be rather happy for a while," Pam said. "Now, I believe this little guy has some 'uncles' who are just dying to meet him. But you might want to warn them about this, just so they know."

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Hogwarts, One Year Later

"It was so nice to see Lily and James again. Thank you, Albus," Minerva McGonagall said as they walked toward her quarters. "Harry is such a loveable baby." Albus Dumbledore did not miss the hint of sadness in his old friend's voice. He knew her past tragedies, but said nothing.

"That he is, Minerva. I dare say Sirius is quite taken with him as well," he chuckled.

"Yes, he does…"

"Albus!" a voice called from behind. Minerva sighed inwardly. Her least favorite colleague was running toward them.

"Sybill? What seems to be troubling you?" asked Albus.

"That funny feeling I had before, it's back," she gasped. She suddenly stiffened, her eyes behind her thick glasses glowed pure white. Her voice changed to a deep rasp as she spoke. "Born of fiery hair, the Soulmate approaches…The Chosen One will find in her strength and the Power the Dark Lord knows not…The Dark Lord will touch her, and only the Chosen One can help her recover…Their love will unlock the Power the Dark Lord knows not…Meddlers, Beware!...The Chosen will be the future for us all…Born of fiery hair, the Soulmate approaches…" With a strangled sound Sybill Trelawney fainted.

Minerva looked on in shock as Albus lowered Sybill gently to the floor. The fraud had just made a real prophesy! Albus smiled at her with a knowing smile.

"It would seem we have just been witness to her second true prophesy," Albus said with a troubled look. After summoning Madam Pomphrey, Albus turned again to Minerva. "Come, our relaxing evening has just been made more…interesting."

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11, August, 1981

"That's it, Molly, just a few more pushes," Pamela Johnson said. She was in the home of her best customers, the Weasleys. Arthur was smiling, just like the last five times she had been there to deliver a baby, as Pamela looked up. A bright silvery glow started to form above Molly and Pamela held her breath. A silvery horse formed, then shifted to a stag as the baby girl was born. She opened her little eyes and cooed at the stag. Pamela let out her breath. "Oh, Merlin!"

"Pam, what…?" Molly asked, concerned.

"Your baby girl has a soulmate," Pamela stammered.

"Pam?" Arthur asked.

"That was the sign of a birth soul bond. I…"

"What! My baby was just born! How can she be bound to a boy already?" yelled Molly.

"She's not, yet. Not until the first touch. But there will be some shared emotions," she smiled. "I bet little Harry is happy as a clam right now."

"Harry?" asked Arthur.

"I had the distinct pleasure to deliver both of the bond mates. His name is Harry James Potter…"

"Potter, as in James and Lily Potter?" gasped Molly as she glanced between her new daughter and Pamela.

"Yes."

"Oh, Ginevra, you lucky little girl," simpered Molly with a huge smile.

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Halloween, 1981

Molly Weasley was almost at her breaking point. Her baby girl was screaming, and nothing she did would calm her down. The rest of the Weasleys were out in the village enjoying Halloween, but Molly was at home with her little girl, who was inconsolable, and had been for the past three hours. Molly took a pinch of floo powder and called an old friend for help.

"Poppy Pomphrey."

"Molly, how are you? It's been…" Poppy started.

"It's Ginny, Poppy, she won't calm down."

"Have you tried the colic potion I gave you last month?" asked Poppy.

"Yes. Nothing is working," Molly sounded almost frantic.

"I'll grab my bag and come through," smiled Poppy.

Albus Dumbledore looked up as Molly's head appeared in the grate. His eyes went wide as realization struck him. He quickly sent a message to Hagrid, then approached the fireplace. Sybill's prophecy rang in his ears.

"Molly, how long has this been going on?" he asked.

"About three hours. But why, Albus?" asked Molly confused.

"I hope to Merlin I'm wrong, Molly," he said sadly. A small silvery dragon appeared, and spoke to Albus in Hagrid's voice. James and Lily Potter were dead, but Harry was alive. Albus had tears running down his face as his worst fears had come true. Poppy let out a strangled sob.

"Merlin, no," Molly cried.

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Two days later, Albus sat heavily on the sofa in his office, exhausted. Minerva gave him a worried look. She had never seen him so drained. Albus looked at her and sighed. "I must ask you a favor."

"Of course, Albus."

"I would do this myself, but I have not slept since Halloween," he said. "I need more information. I would like you to speak with Pamela Johnson, who was the Midwitch who witnessed something special at Harry's birth. I need to confirm if it was Arthur and Molly's daughter that was spoken about in the prophecy we heard."

"Of course, Albus. You get some sleep," with that Minerva stood and left the office.

An hour later, Minerva walked up to the Johnsons door. She knocked and waited.

"Minerva! What a pleasant surprise. Come in," Pamela said. "Tea?"

"Please," Minerva replied. After Pamela served the tea, Minerva looked at her and took a deep breath. "I need some information for Albus."

"Oh?" Pamela asked confused.

"It's about Harry Potter's birth."

"Ah. Ginevra Molly Weasley," Pamela answered without pretense.

"How did you know?" Minerva asked.

"I delivered both of them," she chuckled. "From what I have been able to research, their bond will be extremely strong," said Pamela. "It's my understanding that no matter what anyone does, they will find each other one way or another."

"The earliest that could be, at the moment, is in ten years," sighed Minerva. "Harry is safely hidden until then."

"Just be prepared to make special accommodations for them at that time. What do you know of soul bonds?" Pamela asked.

"Not much, I'm afraid."

"Well, let's just say that Albus will need to extend an early start to her schooling because they will be able to share thoughts, emotions, and memories with one another," she paused seeing Minerva's eyes widen. "And after she turns fourteen, they will need a single bedroom in the dorms."

"What?"

"With a soul bond, after the girl is fourteen, the first skin to skin contact, they become married, and are considered adults," she smiled.

"Oh, Merlin," breathed Minerva, remembering just who their parents were. On one side, Harry was the son of James Potter, one of the most notorious pranksters Hogwarts had ever known. Lily Evans Potter was easily one of the best students to ever grace the hallowed halls of the school. But then there was Ginevra. Arthur was a model student, or so it seemed, but he had a knack for finding trouble. And then there was Molly Prewett Weasley. Prankster, troublemaker, and flirt extraordinaire. Intelligence and bravery was one thing, but mix in the stubbornness and the clever cunning to pull off pranks and not get caught, that was another matter entirely. A look of fear and horror crossed her stern face. Minerva paled and slumped in her chair. Maybe early retirement is a good option, she thought.