What if the last words of your souldmate were painted onto your skin?
It would be a bit annoying right?
Not finding out who your soulmate is untill the last minute?
Well thats the reality to the wizards and witches of earth since 160 b.c.
But most importantly this is the reality for Harry and Ginny Potter from number 72, camden street, London.
On July 1st 2018 at 8:07, Harry was just leaving his house and hedding to St Mungo's hospital. Ginny had been there for a few months now as she had rare magical disease. Harry had taken all the days off he could to visit his wife, his children where still at Hogwarts, and they where hoping she would last long enough for the school holidays to start so they could stay goodbye, but this was not the case.
On his way the chosen one looked down at his arm and read the words on it, knowing that today was the day he'd hear them.
I love you so much, and the kids. Tell my boys I love them, Harry, all three of them, and Lily. Poor Lily, I'm gonna miss her most. See you soon...
They where quite sweet, the words, Harry knew he was quite lucky to have the ones he did, Ron had: Look out for that car!
And Hermione had: Im just gonna get an ice cream from across the steet, honey.
At least Harry new he'd be able to say goodbye. One thing didnt make sense though, the fact that it said three boys. Ginny only has two. And how it said she will miss Lily the most, she did love Lily but she always thaught the little girl was a bit of a pansy.
All will be reaveled today, he thaught, though something in the back of his mind always doubted, that maybe she wasnt his soulmate. Sometimes he was sort of glad she was dying young so that he'd still have a chance at love if it didnt turn out to be her.
But he still rushed into the hospital. When he got there Ginny was looking worse then ever.
He knelt beside her.
"I think im gonna go now Harry" she said
"Arnt you gonna say goodbye to the kids, maybe say how much you love them?" He prompted
"You're such a sap, Harry" She smiled "they know how much i love them"
Harry watched as his wife closed her eyes. He sat there unable to cry for a while before the doctors came to take her body away.
"Sir?" a familiar voice sounded behind him "I think its best if you go now"
He turned to see Malfoy standing there.
"Malfoy? well arnt you a sight for sore eyes"
"Potter, are you okay? Would you like me to call you a taxi?
"Yes, please"
"You're a taxi" Malfoy replied with a not-as-menecing-as-usual smile.
"Seriously Malfoy, my wife just died"
"Well you looked like you needed a joke. And call me Draco, we're on a first name basis now arnt we taxi?" he gave a small laugh that Harry thaught was odly therapeutic.
"That joke is so old"
"Then why are you still laughing?"
So harry thaught to himself, why was he still laughing? and he was wondering that the whole way home.
It was when he got home that the whole seriousness of the situation hit him.
The love of his life - though not his soulmate - had died and that still was one of the worst moments of his life.
Harry James Potter cried for hours, his eyes and throat sore. Thats when he heard a small "Rat a tat tat"at his window.
He walked over, with unclear eyes, to let the magnificent bird in. It held a letter rapped around an orgami rose made of tishu paper.
After he had wiped his eyes with his new tishu he bagan to read the letter.
Potter,
Though I am sure I am the last man alive you would like to hear of now at your time of grief but I belive that because I have been in the same situation as you, you could use my assistantce.
When my wife died the worst part of it was sending an owl to everyone her and I knew, so maybe, if you don't think the need to hex me is too great, I could come over and help you with that and anything else.
Dont feel the need to send a lenthy reply, a simple yes or no will service.
I do hope wr can be friends.
Malfoy
P.S I was going to send a real rose but this one seemed more useful.
The happiness the brunette widow felt that night was unexplainable. it was a mixture of happieness and saddeness. It was the knowing that things where bad but also knowing that things can gat better, and they will.
He quickly scribbled a yes on the side of the page in bold letters and sent the owl away without even sealing it in an envelope.
And though the man regreted his eagerness slightly, he maneged to get a few hours of sleep by just knowing that he had a friend who was there for him right at this moment of pain.
