Author's Note: Greetings everyone. This is another story called 'Soulmates' that I now present before you. I am aware that I have other projects to go through but I won't leave them hanging, I promise. I thought of doing Harry Potter out of nowhere. The thought is scary but the idea wouldn't leave me alone. I swear I lost my sleep over this. But I am more than willing to put my irritation aside and get on with it.

Just few pointers:

- Nobody is dead in this story. So you all can count on seeing Mr. Dumbledore and Sirius Black. The setting of the story is during in 6th Year at Hogwarts. Please note that I am telling this story in other character perspective (OC). So if its not your cup of tea, thank you for visiting this page and I hope you find great stories to read on this website. Characters are bound to get out of canon but I'll try my best to respect the characters initial positions in the story.

English is my second language but I'll try my best. My works are not beta-ed so I ask for you to bear with this amateur narrator.

Aside from this, I hope you enjoy. ^^

Disclaimer: I don't owe anything.

People says that love is the greatest emotion of all. That it has a greater pull that no one can denies it. I thought it was some kind of blasphemy. Until one day, when my life turned upside down.

Welcome to Hogwarts

Prologue

" . . . and here is your wand."

I look down at the table in front of me. My eyes watching as a long intricate wooden stick was placed in front of me. Blankly I stared at it. And in return, it stared up at me innocently.

Though, I made no move to pick it up.

From behind I heard a sigh and felt rather than hear the shuffling of his footsteps. From my peripheral, my eyes caught the shimmer of the cloak, purple with half moons etched upon them. My eyes slowly lifted to look at his aged face.

Only to catch the look of that pitiful and sympathetic gaze.

I flinched, quickly averting my eyes down and back to my lap; where my hands were folded neatly and stared at them blankly, finding them oddly fascinating. But I could still feel those electric blue eyes trained on me. Staring down at me behind those half-moon spectacles with that experienced and kind look.

The atmosphere around us was getting awkward and uneasy. Well, more from my side, if that counts. Thankfully after a long silence, he spoke again.

"I know how hard is this is for you," said he in his gravelly low soothing voice. "But I am not going to say or make any guarantees that it is going to be easy." He paused as I heard the light swish of his long robe. His white silvery beard hanging gracefully down in front of his robes, nearing just below his belt-region when he raised his arm to place his hand gently on my shoulder. A humble and innocent gesture. Yet it felt encouraging, nonetheless.

"But I must say that I do believe in time being the greatest healer known to mankind," he murmured reassuringly. "Time is the only medicine which can heal all of your deepest wounds. You can't change the past. But you can ruin your present by worrying about the future. However long detours it may takes to heal," he told me, his hand squeezing my shoulder with the softest pressure. I slowly raised my head and saw his sombre blue eyes staring down at me in that same knowing look. "But it'll heal you eventually," he said. "Both physically and emotionally." He smiled slightly, his eyes begin that twinkling thing as his smile grew even more sincere.

I looked down at my lap once again when I felt that familiar awful stinging in my eyes. I blinked furiously while deliberately taking deep breath to ease that uncomfortable tightness in my chest. I swallowed hard to quench that horrible stupid lump down my throat. Trying to banish those horrible images from my mind when it once again resurfaces, flashing at an alarming rate, mocking me.

I felt his hand gently parting my shoulder once gently before dropping it. And I watched him move as he come to stand by my left hand side. Clutching something in his loose closed fist as he bowed and offered it to me. His fist opened to reveal some kind of sweets wrapped up in those purple papers in his long, white palm.

Perplexed, I stared, feeling wary and uncertain. Finding them foreign.

My eyes flew back up at him, frowning in confusion.

"Ice mints." He clarified upon my questioning look. Thinking that it will be rude to refuse his kind gesture. Ever so hesitantly, I raised my hand to pick one. After another questioning look that I shot at him, (which he only returns it with his encouraging smile and a nod) I unwrapped it carefully and popped them into my mouth. Immediately, they melted on my tongue. And to surprise, I found myself enjoying the after taste of the mint flavour. It lifted my mood and made me feel lighter, and most importantly 'Angst- Free'. I heard him chuckled and I turned to give him my own sheepish smile.

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore." I whispered softly. He smiled down at me as his eyes glinted with mirth this time.

"Why, your welcome, Ms. Flamel." He murmured with another bow in front of me. I couldn't help but giggle a little.

He sighed in relief before he turned to walk back to his chair and sit down. He put his elbows up on the desk in front of him. His fingers loosely interlocked as he stared at me from atop them at me for a while. The sudden feelings of being X-rayed under the scrutiny of his gaze left me queasy. So I squirmed uncertainly in my seat, and lowered my gaze back to my lap once again. We sat for a few minutes like that while I continued to trace the lines on my palm.

"I believe this is it, Ms. Flamel."

Startled, I looked back up at me to see his smiling eyes before he continues: "You're officially enrolled for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your session begins from tomorrow. You should go to your assigned house room that I believe is Gryffindor?" I nodded. "Alright then! See you at the new semester feast!" I nodded in agreement again before I stood up from my seat, and bend down to retrieve my heavy bag stuffed with magical books. Picking up my wand gingerly from the table at last, I promptly turned to make my way towards the exit.

But vaguely, I could hear the portrait of the founders of the Hogwarts talking amongst themselves. And If I am correct in my knowledge, then they must be Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw, as headmaster did introduced me to them upon my first arrival.

I could hear them whispering under their breath as they watched me leave.

"She is so pretty!" said a hushed whisper of a woman as I walked passed her portrait.

I felt my cheeks begin to redden.

Treacherous blush. I thought with a scowl.

"No! I take it back!" said the same voice again. "She is beautiful! Inside and out!" If possible, I blushed even more.

No doubt - Helga Hufflepuff. Go figure.

"Oh! But, look at that face! Soo sad and miserable," said a sympathetic tone of women, "I hope she will overcome her fears and sadness and be cheerful again." The voice said hopefully.

Rowena Ravenclaw.

I speed up in a haste to be out of the Headmaster room as soon as possible. Praying to all the deities above to not to let me have a moment of Klutz. Besides, I really don't want any sympathy and concern from anyone. I'm fine on my own, I wanted to say. Thank you very much.

"Of course, she will be! She is in Gryffindor, for Merlin's sake!" Chimes in a good natured voice, which I guess is my house founder- Godric Gryffindor.

What does that even mean? I thought in confusion as I almost reached the exit.

"Oh! Just shut up, you two!" said the cold, irritated voice that I believe belongs to the Salazar Slytherin.

Thank you! I thought in gratitude.

"And Oh! Ms. Flamel?!"

I paused with my hand on the doorknob as I turned around to look at the headmaster, weary and confused.

"Yes, Professor?" I asked him, frowning as he continued to stare at me with that highly amused mischievous glint that I swear just passed through them for brief moment before he replies back calmly.

"Welcome to Hogwarts."

~oOo~

Hope you enjoyed it. Until Next time.

S.P. Tripathi ( - The Stag)