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Romance Awareness Challenge: Day #1 - Write about someone casting a spell (or getting a spell cast) to find their soulmate : Wolfstar and Yule Ball

Writing Club: World Lion Day - Write about a Gryffindor

Title sort of inspired by the beginning line of History Maker - Dean Fujioka

N: Words for the spell are in Latin.

Word count: 1,461

Disclaimer: Nope. Never Have, Never Will.

Can you hear my heartbeat?

Sirius Black is single and has been for nearly two weeks.

It's absolutely unthinkable to everyone, but him. He's heard the rumors about himself, about how he goes through relationships faster than how a girl changes her mind. Of course, it's all bullshit. He's not a Playboy or a Casanova.

All he's looking for is love.

Sirius doesn't think that's too unreasonable. So what if his relationships don't work out because he doesn't feel that spark—the butterflies in his stomach, the stuttering beat of his heart, and the tingling sensation when he presses his lips against someone else's—which inevitably causes him to break up with his current partner.

If he doesn't feel himself falling in love, the relationship is done. His parents were never in love; Sirius wants to fall in love so very badly. Unfortunately, it seems like his Damsel or Prince Charming will never appear.

So that's how ends up single for weeks the day before the Yule Ball at Hogwarts. Sirius isn't upset at all, despite all of James' teasing. It just seems like love is never in his favor so he decided to take a small break from love.

The gang is currently in the Gryffindor common room playing, or watching in Sirius' case, a very intense battle of poker. He sits beside Remus on the couch while James and Peter sit on the floor in front of a coffee table. He releases a heavy sigh, letting his head droop onto Remus' shoulder.

"How is it that I don't have a date for tomorrow?" Sirius whines, burying his head into the crook of Remus' neck. He inhales the soft scents of vanilla, cologne, and something purely Remus. It relaxes him but he can't explain why. It's such a pity Remus is straight.

James looks unimpressed. "You rejected everybody who asked you. Why are you complaining?"

"They weren't my soulmate, y'know? No sparks, no nothing, nada." Sirius reluctantly leaves Remus' shoulder to glare at James. He lays his elbows on his knees, body leaning towards the table. "Do you think I'm not suited for love?"

"That's ridiculous," Remus chimes in, placing his cards on the table making James groan. He smiles fondly at Sirius. "You do have a soulmate."

"Moony is so kind, unlike some people," Sirius cries, feeling warmer and happy. He launches himself at the other boy, hugging Remus' midsection; Remus laughs and pats his head, one arm on his waist and one on his head. "Why can't I find a nice guy or gal like you? All my problems would be solved."

He misses the pained look Remus sends his way.

"Oh? You could always try the spell out," Peter points out. "The soulmate one?"

Ah, the spell. You see, the reason he hasn't tried the spell out is because it's rumored to be dangerous, even if it is the easiest way to find his fated one. Another reason is because Sirius wants to find his soulmate on his own terms.

The grip Remus has on his waist tightens slightly. "You can't," he argues, looking disapprovingly Peter. "Haven't you heard of all the risks? There's no telling if your soulmate is at Hogwarts. You'd have to follow the whims of your heart until you do. And at what price? If you don't find them within the three days, you'll be stuck having your heart out and your emotions gone until you do."

"But he could find his soulmate!" James adds, eyes shining bright with the possibility. "Hell, I should do it, too."

"It's dangerous."

"Well, what do you know. Aren't you going to the ball with Lily? Some of us have to resort to magic to find our soulmates."

"It's . . . complicated," Remus sighs, absentmindedly running his fingers through Sirius' black locks.

Sirius contemplates the decision. How desperate is he to find his soulmate?

"Remus is going to murder you two," Peter mumbles, shaking his head as James and Sirius hold out their wands preparing themselves. They've even rolled the sleeves from their suits back. "This is not a good idea."

Sirius raises an eyebrow. "You're the one who suggested the spell. This is on you, Wormtail."

"Besides, I know our soulmates are definitely here somewhere. There's two other schools in there along with Hogwarts. There's no way we'd end up as those love zombies."

Peter shakes his head and wobbles into the Great Hall muttering about how he was joking and why would they listen to his words now?

Both boys grin at each other before raising their wands. "Invenies alterum dimidium cor meum."

Find the other half of my heart.

Sirius gasps in pain as his heart burst of his chest. He stumbles until he reaches a wall to lean against. There's a gaping hole where his heart should be, though, you can't tell with the suit in the way. He's . . . disconnected with the world or that's what he feels like.

He turns to look at James who's on the floor on all fours, panting heavily. Floating above him is a bright red heart—the unrealistic ones you see in cartoons. Sirius stares in awe and looks around to see if his heart is near. He giggles as his heart, pulsing and warm, nudges Sirius' cheeks.

This is a good sign. Sirius takes a few minutes to compose himself before straightening himself and following his heart. In the corner of his eyes, he sees James do the same.

Sirius laughs when his heart leads him toward the Great Hall. His soulmate is in there. His soulmate is here.

He opens the door and hears a few gasps when some of the students see the floating heart. It's almost comical to see how a few girls and guys step in his path just to see if the heart leads to them. Sirius gives them apologetic smiles but hurries away. He's so close to his soulmate. He can see it in the way his heart beat increases and how it glows even brighter.

It leads Sirius to a more secluded area of the hall where there are strings of couples sitting down in the tables. He almost misses a step. He never considered the possibility that his soulmate was seeing someone trudges forward until his heart stops.

His stomach drops.

This . . . can't be real. It has to be a joke. There's no way one of the two is his soulmate. But his heart goes forward and over the couple's head to float in front of them.

Lily shrieks and Remus mutters an oh, no.

"Surprise," he says halfheartedly.

They turn to look at him. Remus appears to be in shock while Lily gives him a strange look. He can't figure out what it means.

"Is this your heart?" Remus speaks softly, his eyes on the glowing heart.

Lily narrows her eyes at the heart. "Does this mean one if us is your soulmate? What if we don't want to be? We're happy together."

Sirius swallows uncomfortably. He reaches out to grab his heart which struggles against his hold. "It's okay. This was stupid anyway. Enjoy the dance," he murmurs, turning away.

Before he can do so, his heart breaks free of his grip and crashes into Remus. Remus' mouth falls open in shock as Sirius' heart curdles with him. He hesitantly brings his hands up and holds Sirius' wildly beating heart.

"It's me?" Remy's asks, more to himself than to Sirius.

Lily startles him when she yells, "I knew it! Merlin, you two are idiots." She stands up and brushes imaginary dust off her dress. "Sirius, we're not dating. We never were. He was just helping me avoid some pesky boys. Have fun!"

Sirius, for once, us speechless. "Remus?" he manages to croak out, voice breaking at the end.

Remus glances up and smiles. He kisses the heart tenderly and Sirius is a mess. Breath leaves his lungs again as his heart—as love— fills the gaping hole in his chest. "I'm glad it's me," Remus shyly says, standing up to grab Sirius' hands. "I like you, Sirius Black."

Sirius nods, a goofy grin taking over his face. "Me, too. I like you, Remus Lupin."

And when they lean in for a kiss, he feels it: feels the frantic beat of his heart, feels the butterflies fly madly inside of him, and feels the fireworks as he presses his lips against his soulmate—against Remus.

Sirius happily drags Remus to the dancefloor, pressing their sides against one another and giggling all the way. He doesn't even care that he can see James and Regulus all over each other, being handsy with one another, as they slow dance. He'll deal with that tomorrow, but for now, Sirius enjoys how it feels to be wrapped up in Remus' arms.