Hey, this is a new story I want to start working on. It's called Bound.

Summary: In 106 AD, a record was made in the book of Soul Bonds and two names were written down. In 1980, these children were born and meet each other a few times as they grow up.

I know there are like a jillion soul bond stories, but I had to get this off of my chest.

Weaselys don't exist in this story. But one day, I will put them into a story. I promise. Haha.

Once again, like my other stories, Hermione is born after Harry, not before. You'll see why.

Anyway, here's the prologue.

Bound

Prologue: Heartbeat

106 AD

In a Roman temple, a Seer was having a vision. It was the most powerful vision he'd ever had. A vision of two children born and growing up. One was a boy with jet-black hair and emerald-green eyes, hidden behind round glasses. On his forehead was a lightning bolt shaped scar. It made the scrawny boy look powerful. He was a sad-looking boy with bruises and cuts all over his face as his relatives hit him and beat him. The boy looked no older than six.

The girl had bushy, but not too bushy, brown hair and sparkling chocolate-brown eyes. She was the same age as the boy. She was thin, as well, but not as thin as the boy. She had a caring smile and an angelic face. The two were at a zoo, staring at each other strangely from across the room, like they knew each other. They stared at each other for the longest time, until a fat man jerked him away. "Come, boy, we're leaving!" The boy whimpered at his rough touch, but still stared at the girl. She looked like she wasn't going to break gazes either. He gazed at her until he couldn't see her anymore. And for the first time in his life, he wanted to fight against the man. "NO!" He began to try to get away from him, but the man looked around and saw no one. "Stop squirming, bastard child!" So, he bashed him over the head with his fist, knocking the boy out; and then, shoving him in the car. He slammed the door shut and got into the driver's seat and driving off.

Inside the zoo, the girl widened her eyes as she felt as if the boy was in danger. She wanted to go after him, but couldn't move. Her parents walked over to her and asked her what was wrong. She shook her head and said, "I don't know."

But somehow, both children felt as if they felt...magic that day.

Then he saw images of their lives as they grew up. Each image more interesting than the other.

The Seer widened his eyes as the vision finished. Then he rushed to get his quill, ink, and book. The Book of Soul Bonds. It was to be handed down to his successor when he died and so on and so forth. He wrote in the book.

"Harry James Potter- 31 July 1980

Hermione Jane Granger-19 September 1980

First Touch: 10 June 1980"

He shut the book and sighed. This job was getting tough.

10 June 1980

Lily Evans Potter and her husband James walked down the streets of London. Their son was going to be born the next month and they were shopping for baby clothes and toys for their new tyke. The married couple were twenty, fresh, new parents. And they were excited. Lily had auburn-red hair and emerald-green eyes that dazzled James. James had jet-black, messy hair that never seemed to stay tidy; and brown eyes, behind glasses.

They held hands as they walked into a toy store, smiling at the colors around the building. Lily grabbed her husband's hand and said, "Come on, let's go find something for our little rascal." He nodded and she lead him around the store, looking at various stuffed animals, onesies, and picture books.

As they went down the aisle, Lily completely oblivious as she was walking and looking at a stuffed lion, she ran into a soft figure. She almost fell from the impact, and James caught her and set her right. "Are you okay, Lily?" he asked frantically putting his hands on her stomach.

"Yeah, I'm fine, and so is Harry." She felt a strange warmth in her stomach as she had collided into another pregnant woman. The woman apparently felt the warmth, too, but didn't pay it no mind. Her husband caught her as well. The woman had brown hair and blue eyes. Her husband had blond-ish locks that looked very bright against his brown eyes. The two looked to be around Lily and James' age. "You okay, Charlotte?" he asked. Suddenly, the two unborn children began kicking inside of their wombs, startling the two women.

She nodded and looked at Lily. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going," she apologized. "I could have harmed you and your baby."

"Don't worry about it. I wasn't paying attention, either. It was as much my fault as yours," Lily brushed it off with a smile. "I'm Lily Potter. This is my husband, James."

"Charlotte Granger, and this is Jacob," she introduced.

"Nice to meet you. What are you having?"

"Oh, a girl. Her name is Hermione," she rubbed her stomach as her daughter kicked more.

"Unique, but sweet," Lily said. "This is Harry, a boy. He's a little football player, James. He's kicking like crazy!" She grabbed his hand and put it under hers to feel their son moving his legs.

"Yours, too? Hermione's kicking like crazy, as well!" Charlotte Granger said.

All four parents did not know what this meant. Why were their children kicking at the same time. It was strange. The kicking didn't stop until they were well away from each other. About fifteen feet away.

Both children had felt each other that day. When their mothers' ran into each others' bellies, they touched. For a moment.

Just for a moment.

And a warm light surrounded both wombs inside.

Both unborn Harry and Hermione felt each other that day, even though it was in a womb. They felt each other's presence. And for the short moment, they communicated, telling each other they sensed them. As their mothers and fathers walked away from each other, they were being separated as well. And both children reached for each other, of course not reaching each other, for they were confined. Sad and wanted to stay with each other.

31 July 1980

James Potter heard a scream as his son came out of his wife. He smiled and looked at him. He was a little red and pink form, crying as he didn't know what was going on. He had tufts of his black hair and a beautiful set of lungs. When the Healer cleaned him off, she gave him to Daddy, who held him and gazed at him. The little boy stopped crying and looked at his father. James smiled and began to cry as he saw his wife's eyes staring back at him, in the face of his. Lily was panting and wanted to hold her son. "James..."

He gently gave his son to his Lily's arms and helped her hold him as she was a bit weak. "He looks just like you, James," she said.

"Yep, but he has your eyes," he kissed her sweaty forehead and took him as she fell asleep, smiling, not able to stay awake any longer.

He went out the hospital room to the waiting room, where Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and his parents-in-law. He noticed Peter Pettigrew wasn't there. They gasped as they saw the infant.

Miles away, in a two-story home, a mother gasped as she felt a kick in her stomach. Hermione wanted her mother's attention again, she thought with a smile.

However, that was not the case this time. Hermione felt it. She felt it.

He was born.

19 September 1980

"I HATE YOU, JACOB GRANGER!" Charlotte Granger yelled in pain as she was in labor. He just smiled and stroked sweaty trends of hair off of her sweaty forehead.

"I love you, too, dear," he said.

And he heard the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard since he heard his wife's voice for the first time.

His daughter's cry as she was being pulled from her mother's stomach.

She had brown hair and a small figure, as she was a few weeks early for her due date. She was cleaned off and given to Charlotte. She opened her eyes and cried a little bit more, but not loud. She had her father's brown eyes. He kissed her forehead. "Welcome to the world, Hermione Jane Granger."

In a small village, an almost-two-month-old boy, Harry James Potter, woke up from his slumber as he felt it. She was here.

She was born.

31 October 1981

"NO! Stay away from Harry! Take me, please!" Lily Potter pleaded to the Dark figure known as Voldemort.

He pointed his wand at her. "Stand aside, you silly girl!" He wanted to kill the baby boy in the crib.

"No, take me! Please take me instead! Not Harry! Please, not Harry!" She guarded her son's crib with her life, which Voldemort took with a "Avada Kedevra!" She fell to the ground in a heap, dead, like her husband.

Voldemort rounded on baby Harry, who was staring at him, wondering what he was doing, and what happened to his mother. "Avada Kedevra!" he yelled for the third time that night. However, there was a bright, white light and the spell bounced off of Harry and hit Voldemort destroying him. The baby boy began to cry as blood began to flow from a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

At the Granger residence, one-year-old Hermione Jane Granger began to cry as she felt his pain.

12 August 1985

Harry James Potter was forced to go to the dentist in London. He didn't want to go. He wanted to stay in his cupboard and be by himself. He had just turned five not even two weeks ago. Of course, he didn't know that, as he didn't even know his own birthday. They just told him how old he was even now and then.

Them. They. His relatives. His family members that abused him. They hurt him. Scared him. Depressed him. Harry was sure he had never smiled before. Ever. They didn't give him a reason to smile.

His Uncle Vernon would give him daily beatings on his back. He would raise his shirt up and beat him with a belt until blood poured down his back in trickles. He'd almost died once, but he quickly recovered. Harry was upset. He wanted to die. He wanted to end this misery.

Aunt Petunia would order him around, making him do random chores and snuggled her son, Dudley, Harry's cousin. Harry wished he had a mother that would snuggle him. He wished he could love and be loved.

Harry sat in a chair in the waiting room far away from his uncle and aunt as possible. His cousin, Dudley was in with Dr. Granger getting his teeth checked out. Suddenly, he felt something. It was like a pull of gravity towards a door. And he heard a soft heartbeat. He stood from his seat, ignoring the protesting from his aunt and uncle. He walked to the door. It was Dr. Granger's personal office. It was the female Dr. Granger's office, as both doctors were married. He pressed his ear to the door, listening to the heartbeat. Feeling the gravitational pull towards whatever was in there.

Before he could open the door, he was shoved backwards. "NO!"

"Come here, boy! You listen when I'm talking to you!" Uncle Vernon yelled and shoved him back into his seat, hurting the wounds on his back.

Inside the room, Hermione Granger was sitting at her mother's desk, reading a seven-year-old level book. She was bored as usual, but she had to come here for her parents worked here and couldn't leave her home.

She felt something pulling her towards the office door. Hearing a thump thump of a steady heartbeat. She stood and slowly walked to the door. Putting her ear on it, she listened as the heartbeat got louder and louder. She was going to open the door when a loud voice scared her.

"Come here, boy! You listen when I'm talking to you!" She ran from the door to the chair, frightened of the voice.

What was that heartbeat?

25 July 1986

Harry was at the zoo gazing at a boa constrictor. It looked depressed and trapped. Like him. 'You're like me, friend,' he thought before turning away to look at a turtle behind another glass. Suddenly, he felt the same pull and heard the same soft heartbeat.

He looked for the source, pausing when he saw her.

Her.

She was pretty. She had lightly bushy, brown hair and chocolate-brown eyes. She looked at be about his age. She looked at him the same time he did. She was down the hallway, on the other side. They just stared at each other.

For the first time in his life that he could remember, he smiled at her. She smiled back. Time seemed to stop and everything else around them went at top speed. As Harry was about to walk over to her, he was yanked by his collar, choking him. Her beautiful smile faded.

"Come, boy, we're leaving!" He began to drag him out of the room. Harry panicked, whimpering, not wanting to leave the girl's sight. Her beating heart was soothing. He stared at her until his sight of her was broken. "NO!" For the first time, he began to fight back. Kicking his legs. Trying to get back to her. To hear her heart again. To see her smile.

"Stop squirming, bastard child!" Uncle Vernon yelled punching him in the head, knocking him out. He shoved him into the boot of the Mercedes Benz. And drove off.

Hermione began to cry as the boy left. She felt scared. He was in danger, she could feel. But she couldn't move her feet. Her parents came to her, asking what was wrong, but she shook her head. She didn't know what was wrong.

That night, two children fell asleep. One in a soft bed in a warm home. The other in a hard, lumpy cot in a cupboard under the stairs. They both dreamed.

One of brown eyes.

The other of green.

25 July 1987

It had been exactly a year since Hermione had met "Green Eyes", as she called him since she didn't know his name. Today was the day she was moving to Surrey. Her parents were forced to move their practice as the government seized the property. The only good place to start a dentistry was in Surrey. They had started it and renovated the building for a few months now. But now, they were officially moving. Hermione didn't care. She didn't have friends. Nobody to miss. And nobody to miss her.

All she could think about for a year was "Green Eyes". He haunted her dreams at night. He haunted her dreams during the day. She could never stop thinking about him. The house they moved into was on Privet Drive. Number five to be exact. Hermione didn't really like the house. The lady who had lived in it had moved into her daughter's house so that she could take care of her. Along with her tweny-something cats. The house smelled like cabbage, but once they opened the windows and turned the air conditioner on, the smell slowly, but surely, left. Hermione's room was at the front of the house on the second floor. Her window looked out onto the house across the street. Number four.

Something was pulling her towards the house. She didn't know what. It was an ugly house. But then again, her new home wasn't any better. But there was something drawing her in. She didn't let it bother her.

After she unpacked, she decided to go to the park in Magnolia Crescent. What she saw made her smile. It was the fat man and his son and wife that she had seen at the zoo one year ago. The ones that were with Green Eyes. She heard a heart beating and followed it to the jungle gym. It was getting louder and louder. She approached the tunnel that connected one side of the jungle gym to the next. She looked in it and gasped. It was Green Eyes.

Harry heard a familiar heart beating in his ears. Louder. Louder. Louder. He looked up from his laying position in the tunnel. He scooted a little so he could see the figure better. His head came out of the tunnel and he squinted in the sun.

She was beautiful. She was wearing a white summer dress and her brown hair was waving in the light breeze. He caught a glimpse of those familiar brown eyes. But then she moved in front of the sun, causing a black silhouette to take the place of her.

She knelt down to him and his breath caught in his throat. As she was about to say something, he heard, "Boy! Get yourself down here now! It's time to go!"

Uncle Vernon.

He panicked, not wanting him to say it twice. "I-I have to go!" he said and she stepped out of his way. He stared at her for a moment and then ran to his uncle, who took him by the clothes and threw him into the backseat. Hermione stared after him as they drove away, forcing herself to memorize the liscense plate.

The beating getting fainter.

And fainter.

And fainter.

TBC...

Well, there's the prologue. Hope you like this story.

I got this idea from Kyle XY if anyone watches it or watched it. I'm not a fan of Kyle/Jessi, but at the beginning of the 2nd season, Kyle and Jessi could feel and hear when the other was around. And when Jessi was in Nicole's office, Kyle could hear her heartbeat or something and he pressed his ear to the door, trying to listen better. That's where I got this idea from.

Will be updating Additions soon. It's not abandoned.

Pleez review!

DREWHHR