Your soulmate's name is written on your wrist.

Word Count: 513

Muggle!AU. Harry and family are famous


it must be wrong (he's too good)

Scorpius glanced at his wrist. That stupid name hadn't come off yet. Why had he been cursed with such a name?

James Sirius Potter. That was his name. He could hardly believe it when he turned thirteen and that name appeared on his wrist. Everyone had heard of the Potters. The mother was well known for her basketball skills, the father was well known for his football, and the children were sports prodigies in the making. In fact, James Sirius had his debut in sport just the other month, starring in a junior swimming competition. He had a waterproof wristband on where Scorpius assumed his name was. It was like he didn't want to accept that someone that wasn't famous was his soulmate. That would be just like the conceited boy he must be, raised like royalty—or at least close to royalty. Scorpius' father was raised the same way, and he was a terrible kid.

Scorpius sighed, putting on the wristbands for his favourite bands so that they covered his name. No one knew who his soulmate was, and it would stay that way. He couldn't let them know that someone who would never think twice about him was his soulmate. The kid had way more important things to think about. Like swimming competitions and waterproof wristbands.

"I'm going out, Dad," Scorpius called out through the house, putting his earphones in his ears and opening the front door.

As a song by 'Fall Out Boy' started playing, Scorpius began to jog, humming along to the song until he got too out of breath. He hated jogging. It made him feel like he was going to die a painful death, but he found out that his mother used to jog before she died and it made him feel closer to her. It was also a good time to think. Not like he didn't do that enough anyway, but still, it made him feel better when he was thinking when he wasn't meant to be doing school work.

As Brendon Urie began singing about Church corridors Scorpius bumped into someone. "I'm sorry," he said, before recognising the face that the body belonged to.

He backed away slowly, his eyes widening in horror. It couldn't be him. He hadn't burnt the name off yet. He—

"Are you alright, mate?" James Sirius Potter asked, his brown eyes showing concern. "I'm not going to bite."

Scorpius couldn't think of anything better to do. He ran. Far, far away from his soulmate and his gorgeous face.

(Later he would realise that he probably should have stayed and talked to his soulmate to get to know him. That would make him look better in those beautiful eyes. But he couldn't help it: he was just so scared. Scared that he would realise who he was and then laugh and laugh at his patheticness as a soulmate.)

(In the future, they would laugh over this moment together. But for now, Scorpius was going to over-analyse it until the cows came home. Or at least until he sees James Sirius Potter again.)