Hello people! So this is a soul binding story about Harry Ron and Hermione but it is only friendship no romance because there are enough soul bond romances out there. This is just chapter one of what I hope will be a long and exciting story and I have never written a Harry Potter story before even through I have read each book countless times so go easy on me.

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Harry slipped through the barrier into the muggle world, dragging his trunk behind him with Hedwig's cage balanced precariously on top. He moved aside quickly so that Ron and Hermione could follow him through, both acting as normally as possible to avoid attracting unwanted attention from the muggles who were bustling about the crowded train station. He spotted the Weasleys a little ways away, beaming and waving at them and accompanied by a young couple that Harry recognised as Hermione's parents.

Mrs. Weasley hurried over to them. "Ron! Oh it's so good to see you. Harry dear how are you?" she gave him a quick and rather violent hug before darting around him to greet the twins and Ginny.

"Hello Harry. Last week of school alright?" Mr. Weasley shook his hand, clearly only half paying attention as he soaked in the surrounding muggles with wide eyes.

"Not bad." Harry lied, hoping to change the subject. He started to ask for news about Voldemort but was interrupted as the giant black dog that was Sirius bounded over to him, tail waving happily. Harry crouched down to eye level with his godfather, glaring at him disapprovingly but grinning despite himself. "You shouldn't be here Padfoot; what if someone sees you?"

"Oh relax mate. No one will guess it's him." Ron appeared at Harry's shoulder, smiling down at the dog. "Hey Sirius. How are you?"

"I think Harry's right Ron." Hermione had detached herself from her parents and was now on Harry's other side, surveying the scene with her eyebrows bunched in anxiety. "There is just too much at risk for this level of recklessness."

Even though he himself had reprimanded Sirius just moments before Harry found himself sharing a look with Ron and rolling him eyes in exasperation. Then he noticed something over his friend's shoulder.

Vernon Dursley was marching towards him, alternating rapidly between shooting nervous glances at the small crowd of witches and wizards and glowering at his nephew. He came to a stop in front of the trio, glaring down at Harry, who stood slowly to meet him. He looked considerably angrier than usual and Harry realised that he must still be furious about the ton tongue toffee incident of the previous summer.

"We're leaving." He said shortly and turned on his heal, clearly expecting Harry to follow him.

Hermione sighed and gave Harry a hug, kissing him on the cheek. "Have a nice summer Harry, I'll see you in a couple of weeks I expect."

"Thanks." Harry mumbled, turning to say goodbye to Ron but before he could he felt his hair grabbed roughly from behind, and then he was being tugged violently backwards.

He twisted with some difficulty to see uncle Vernon's face inches from his, breath smelling strongly on brandy. "I said we're going, boy." He started to pull Harry bodily towards the exit, Harry stumbling along painfully but quickly found his way blocked by a large snarling black dog.

"Let go of him!" Hermione shrieked, attempting to pull the much larger man off her friend as Ron got between them, all the while trying to attract his parent's attention.

"Why don't you mind your own business you little freak?!" Vernon snarled, taking a step towards Hermione and forcing her to take a step back or risk getting squashed.

Rage spiked up inside Harry as his uncle threatened his friend. Vernon was distracted and as his grip on his nephew's hair loosened Harry tugged himself free, pulling his wand out of his waistband and pointing it threateningly at his uncle, knowing he couldn't use it. "You don't talk to her like that." He hissed angrily.

His uncle had apparently called his bluff however because rather than backing down he swelled up in fury, swinging his oversized fist straight for Harry's nose.

Harry felt two pairs of hands push him backwards, heard a high pitched scream, felt a sudden glowing warmth in his chest, and then nothing.

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Mrs. Weasley was halfway through hugging the twins when she heard a scream and looked up to see Mrs. Granger running for her daughter. A wave of panic swelled up inside her as she saw Ron, Harry, and Hermione all lying motionless on the ground, with Padfoot sniffing them anxiously and the large form of Vernon Dursley running off in the distance.

She raced towards them, her family running behind her and dropped to her knees next to the unconscious teenagers. She ran a hand through Ron's hair, glancing anxiously up at her husband. "Arthur… what happened?"

"I don't know." Mr. Weasley glared at the retreating Dursley but didn't chase after him, they had more pressing issues at the moment. "We should get all three of them back to the burrow Molly we can find out what happened there."

She nodded, moving aside as her husband bent down and picked up their son. Mr. Granger copied him and the twins lifted up Harry. They hurried behind the closest pillar and disappeared, using side along apparition to transport them all to the burrow.

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An hour later the residents of the burrow were about to go completely mad. The children had yet to regain consciousness and the atmosphere was grim. Out of convenience and because they didn't have a room with enough beds they had made a nest of cushions and blankets on the living room floor and placed all three of them on it. The twins and Ginny sat on the floor next to them, faces pale and eyes wide. Sirius was pacing anxiously, stopping every thirty second to run over and check on his godson. Mr. and Mrs. Granger sat next to their daughter in silence tears brimming in Hermione's mother's eyes.

At the one hour and one minute mark Mrs. Weasley stood up, making her way briskly to the fireplace, and pulling the floo powder towards her. "Arthur I'm going to go and fetch Poppy. They've been out too long this could be dangerous."

Without glancing back to see if her husband agreed with her Molly threw a handful of green powder into the fire, stepped in and yelled: "Hogwarts!"

She raced through the empty halls of the school, so distracted by her worry that as she turned a corner she ran headlong into Dumbledore. "Albus! I'm so sorry I didn't see you there. I'm sorry I can't talk now I have to get Madame Pomfrey we have a bit of a situation on our hands." She made to dart around him down the hallway but he held up a hand to stop her.

"Molly, Poppy is out at the moment helping to treat a particularly nasty case of Dragonpox down at saint Mungo's as it would appear the healers are a bit shorthanded. Perhaps I can be of assistance?"

Mrs. Weasley paused. She had yet to encounter a situation too difficult for the headmaster to fix. "Perhaps you can. We were at the train station earlier, picking up the kids and well… I'm not really sure what happened but by the time we got there that cow Vernon Dursley was running away and Harry, Ron and Hermione were on the ground and they haven't woken up yet." She gasped for breath, looking up at the headmaster hopefully.

Dumbledore furrowed his brow in consideration. "How long ago was this?"

"About an hour. That's why I'm so worried."

"Take me to them Molly, I may have an idea." Dumbledore swept back up the hallway, leaving Mrs. Weasley to hurry along behind him wishing not for the first time that Dumbledore would just once be upfront about his ideas.

()()()()()

The residents of the burrow watched anxiously as Dumbledore crouched next to the three unconscious teenagers, checking them over.

"So none of you saw what happened to them at the station?" Dumbledore inquired, pressing two fingers to Harry's neck to check his pulse.

"I did." Sirius spoke up for the first time in over an hour. "Harry's uncle grabbed him by the hair and was trying to drag him away, I think he was drunk. Then Ron tried to force him to let go and Hermione was yelling and then the asshat tried to punch him and Ron and Hermione moved in front of him. I couldn't do anything since I was a dog and couldn't transform in front of the muggles but he missed anyways, too much brandy I suppose. Then they all just collapsed. Dumbledore what happened to Harry?"

Dumbledore hummed thoughtfully, pressing the back of his hand to Ron's forehead.

"Um sir?" Mrs. Granger spoke up uncertainly, watching with wide eyes as Dumbledore pulled back Hermione's eyelid. "Is my daughter going to be okay?"

Dumbledore rose to his feet and turned to face her. "I believe so. I… may have a theory but I do not want to share it with you until I am sure. We will have to wait for the three of them to wake up which I am sure will be quite soon." Everybody relaxed just a little, whatever Dumbledore's theory was he didn't seem to think it was all bad news. "But once they wake up I will have just one test to run on before I can be certain. Can they be moved?"

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Harry blinked awake, raising a hand to rub his pounding head and reaching sideways instinctively for his glasses. Putting them on he sat up and glanced around, finding himself alone. Suddenly an unexpected wave of pure panic washed over him. He was alone.Where were his friends? Where were Ron and Hermione? He scrambled off the bed and darted to the door pulling uselessly on the handle only to find it locked. He felt panic overtake him, breath coming in short gasps as he backed away from the door, sinking to the ground and pulling his legs up towards his chest, dropping his head to his knees. In the back of his mind he could feel Hermione's anxiety as she searched for them and Ron's panic as he threw himself repeatedly at the door. But how could he feel them? The brief moment of rational thought was soon swept away and Harry threw his hands over his ears to try to block out the screaming that seemed to be coming from all three of them at once. Where were they? Where were they? Where were they?

He felt hands on his shoulders and looked up hopefully, only to crumple with disappointment as the worried face of his godfather appeared in front of him. This was not the face he wanted. He pushed past Sirius, jumping to his feet and racing out into the landing as two other doors crashed open and finally finallyhe could see them. They met in the middle of the landing and collapsed in each other arms, relief washing over them so powerfully they could have sworn it was magic.

The other residents of the house stood off to the side of the reunion, watching with open mouths and shocked expressions. Dumbledore turned to face them, his face a mixture of worry and polite fascination. "It is as I suspected. Their souls have been bonded."

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