Challenge: 50/50 Randomized
Pairing: Parvati/Lavender
Prompt: Soulmate AU ( I decided on No Voldemort, but Lav still got attacked by the werewolf)
I don't own HP…. duh.
I wrote this little two-shot for some fun.
"Let's do the spell, it will be fun.", Ginny said from the floor. The girls had been bored.
Lavender had been unsure of her return because she had realized something after her attack. Something about herself, that she wasn't sure about. Ginny, Parvati, Hermione and Luna had all packed into the 7th year girls dormitory in Gryffindor tower. Parvati and Ginny had decided that it would be a wonderful idea to have a girls night in. These types of things used to excite her. But after her stay in St. Mungo's she was unable to find joy in the same things.
The only thing she really enjoyed anymore was talking to Parvati, they had really bonded after her attack. Lavender was dealing with her wound recovery ( She barely escaped a near fatal attack from Fenrir Greyback, a notorious werewolf), and Parvati had been dealing with the death of her sister, Padma. Her sister had passed away suddenly from an undiagnosed heart condition. It was during these many talks with Parvati that she felt the first stirrings of attraction to the young witch. It was a rare occasion that she didn't have butterflies in her stomach, and have her heart beat into her throat when Parvati entered the room.
"I don't think that spell has been used in a long time", Luna whimsically told no one in particular.
Someone, most likely Hermione, had started the conversation on Soulmates. A very special thing in our universe, and she was comparing and contrasting them to Muggle Soulmates.
Ginny started explaining that her parents used the spell during their 7th year but had told her not to use it because it was also super dangerous. Once you have seen the name of your true soulmate, the bond takes over and if you aren't already in a relationship with that person per se, then the idea of a relationship with your soulmate consumes you.
Hermione explains that you say the incantation and the tip of your wand glows a color, and when you touch your wand to the parchment your true soulmate's name will appear in that color. "I believe the names show up in colors because it's designed to be performed en masse." Hermione states.
To be perfectly honest, I don't know what I have to lose at this point. All the girls make a circle around a blank piece of parchment that Hermione probably pulled out of thin air.
"So the incantation is revelare par anima mea", Ginny says.
Parvati has settled in next to me in our little circle. I can barely breath with my heart beating, echoing in my ears. Her knee accidentally brushes my thigh, and I glance up to see if the touch affected her like it has affected me. I catch her looking at me, and blushing shyly. Maybe I have been too concerned that she wouldn't understand, that I might have jumped to conclusions too soon. It doesn't help that my eyes kind of wander down the line of her neck, it takes everything to pull away from the glorious rise and fall of her breasts in her pajama tank top. So I hold up my wand, signaling that I'm ready if they are. The group has gotten use to my silent communication.
Hermione and Ginny makes a point to ensure that each girl understands what is about to happen. Luna is looking off out one of the tower windows, Parvati and I look to each before nodding to each other. I have to have something to look forward to in life.
Each girl holds their wands in front of them, "revelare par anima mea". We all say at the same time.
I see a faint rose glow form on the tip of my wand. Hermione's is bright white, Ginny has a brilliant emerald green, Luna's a shimmering yellow, and Parvati has a dark red color. Each face show's a hint of surprise, and a whole lot of apprehension. My hand is shaking with a heavy mixture of fear and excitement. This will hopefully end the thoughts of her mocha skin, the rich abyss of her endless eyes, and how cute she sounds when she laughs.
The tip of my wand touches the parchment, names are appearing in every direction on the parchment.
