Story details: This fanfiction was inspired by a post about Harry Potter tattoos. It was an Instagram post by dracoisgay but the text was from Tumblr by vetan95 so credit to them.

This story takes place during their 6th and 7th year. It's and AU where Cedric Diggory didn't die, tied with Harry in the tournament, Voldemort didn't returned and there was no war. It is also OOC and I will take creative license.

Background to the story: When you turn 16 you wake up with a tattoo of an animal that represents your soulmate. This tattoo is meant as a gift and it wants you to find your soulmate. Therefore it appears as the animal deemed as the strongest clue. Your soulmate never changes and therefore neither does the animal. It can, however, change size and color. It changes whenever the love does or when a new layer of love comes but a bigger tattoo does not mean stronger or bigger love. It can move across the body but has a specific place that is its home.

I hope you enjoy this story!

31 July 1996

The whispering voices outside his door woke Harry up. A smile spread across his face as he realised what was going on. A few seconds later the door opened and the Weasleys walked in all singing at the top of their lungs:

Happy Birthday to You, cha, cha, cha.
Happy Birthday to You, cha, cha, cha.
Happy Birthday Dear Harry.
Happy Birthday to You, cha, cha, cha.

When Harry looked up at his new family he almost got tears in his eyes. He felt the love spreading in his chest, before them nobody made a fuss about his birthday. He's been staying with them for the last two summers and he gets overwhelmed with the love and attention he receives on his birthday.

As tradition in the Weasley family, everybody carried a breakfast trade. They sat around Harry bed together and eat breakfast. After a loud but lovely meal one by one started to leave the room to carry on with their day and prepare for Harry's birthday dinner. Eventually it was only Harry and Ron left.

"Bloody hell Harry, I'm dying over here! What is it?" Ron's eyes were so wide by excitement they look like they are about to pop out of his head.

Harry was taken aback by the question, not knowing what he was referring to. "Ehh.. What?"

With a huge sigh and a dramatic eye roll he answered "Your tattoo, Harry. I'm asking about your tattoo."

His tattoo! How could he forgotten? He quickly checked his arms, nothing there. He pulls up his pants legs to see if it's there but nothing. He ran to the mirror and took his shirt off to see if it's on his torsuse but no, still just regular skin. "I don't get it. It should be there. Right? Ron?"

He turned around to his friend to see him sitting there with a look of otterly schock. "Harry, your back."

Slowly, worried by his friends reaction Harry turned his head, looked at his back in the mirror and what he saw made his jaw drop. Moving across his back there was a two foot long, black and white, dragon.

"Merlin's beard, you got a dragon!" he walked up to Harry to look at more up-close, "Talk about a cool tattoo. Any idea of who it could be?"

Harry, who felt unable to speak, shaked his head in response. He didn't know what to think. Sure, he didn't have anybody particular in mind he had hoped for but he still thought he would know who his soulmate was once he saw it. He found himself feeling a bit jealous at Hermione and Ron. When Hermione woke up at her 16 birthday with a weasel running around her left thigh, everybody sighed because it was so obvious. Both because she had been dating Ron for two years and for the animal being ridiculously literal. When Fred and George found out they started sending her hilarious love poems, saying it could be any Weasley and that they deserve a chance. However, they admitted defeated when Ron woke up on his birthday with Crookshanks puring on his ankle.

Harry collected his thoughts and put his shirt back on. "I guess I'll find out sooner or later. Right now I wanna play some birthday quidditch."

He, Ron, Ginny and the twins spends the rest of the day playing quidditch and Harry couldn't think of a better way to spend his birthday.

Suddenly Ginny calls out "Ey, Percy! Good to see you brother. Feel like joining us for a game?"

Harry turns to see that Percy has showed up at the corner of the field "Sorry Ginny, mum sent me to tell you that the guests has arrived."

Harry spent the evening with all of his favorite people except for Hermione that were with her parents in France. They filled the evening with love, laughter and a lot of delicious food. He went to bed that night thinking about the dragon sleeping on his back, feeling a sense of love and affection for it. Just before he falls asleep he found himself wishing to be with the person the dragon connects him to.

1 September 1996

Harry loved being at Kings Cross station and being on his way to Hogwarts. He was there with Ron, Ginny and Hermione that has been with them for the last week. They had already said goodbye to Molly and Arthur who followed them to the station.

Hermione cleared her throat "Ginny, you go in first. Ron, you follow her. Harry, you follow Ron and I'll follow you."

Ron smirked and gave Hermione a peck on the cheek. "Yes, ma'am." said he before he ran between platform nine and ten, going after Ginny.

Later on, when they are sitting in the train Ron spotted Neville. "Neville, over here! Come and join us."

Neville waked in and took a seat. Everybody greated him happily except for Harry who looked out the window and didn't seem to notice. "Harry, are you alright?"

Hearing his name made Harry react, "Oh hey Neville, no I'm fine." Harry's eyes were a bit hazy, as if he just woke up from a dream. "It's nothing important."

Ron looked at him with worried wrinkle between his brows, "Is it the tattoo again?". Harry gave him a half smile confirming his thoughts. Ron looked him straight in the eyes "Mate, you gotta listen to me. You won't figure it out anytime sooner by going around wasting time thinking about it."

"You don't know how your soulmate is?" Neville looked at Harry with softness and sympathy in his expression.

"No, I don't". He straight up in his seat, acting more awake. "Do you know yours?"

Neville scratch the back of his head, looking nervous. He rolled up his right sleeve and pacing back and forth on his forearm was a beautiful wolf. "I think its Luna, especially since I've been hopelessly in love with her for a while now. I just have to be brave and gryffindor enough to ask her out." Neville continued to talk about Luna but it quickly become background noise for Harry whose thoughts, like always, went to the tattoo.

A/N: Hey everybody! I hope you enjoyed this and that you'll want to see more. This is my first story ever written so please leave feedback so I can become a better writer and story creator.