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The moment Charlie's eyes met the waitress's, he did not expect to see fear on her face. The way she stumbled and gasped the edge of the table as if she seen a ghost. He hadn't anticipated that the girl would faint at the sight of him. Charlie lunged forward to catch her at the same time two boys, around the age of 15, jumped out of their seats. The three collided together causing them to stumble apart. One of the boys immediately dropped down to check on the girl, while the other one looked up to meet Charlie's gaze. Once again Charlie was met with an unexpected reaction, the hazel-eyed boy glared at him.

"What are you doing here? I thought we made it clear that you stay away from her." The boy snapped.

"What? I never met her, a day in my life." Charlie protested.

The blond boy opened his mouth to retort but stopped when the girl groaned. Charlie's and the blond boy's attention immediately to her as the waitress slowly got up.

"Are you alright, Cally? You fainted."

Cally slowly lifted herself up with the help of the two boys, until she was sitting on a chair. She ran her right hand through her hair, as her left hand rested on her chest. She was still pale from fainting, and the fear was also still evident on her face.

Even though Charlie had never met her before, he still felt bad that he was the reason that she fainted. The restaurant had broken into whispers as a fellow waitress went to get Cally water. From what he gathered them was this had never happened in Tony's and especially not with this girl, who seemed to have worked here for awhile.

As Charlie watched as the two boys worried over the girl, he quickly assumed that she was their sister. He also noted that she was a very beautiful girl. Her dark brown hair seemed to be naturally wavy, and in a high ponytail, and she had long lashes that framed hooded blue eyes. Charlie blinked once to snap out of his reverie and noticed that the trio was no longer focus on him.

Anybody else would have left them alone, after causing so much stress but Charlie had the urged to stay. He felt as if he should properly apologize for the incident and clear up any misunderstandings.

"Ah, um, Excuse me," Charlie said.

He was met with two glares and a terrified look that made him feel guilty.

"I just wanted to make it clear that I'm not who you think I am. My name is Charlie Weasley."

He was first met with silence before the dark-haired boy narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "You wouldn't happen to go by Alex, would you?"

Charlie shook his head and smiled sympathetically at her. "I'm sorry for giving you a scare."

Cally gave him a shaky smile back. "Charlie Weasley, you said?"

Charlie nodded and offered his hand. "And your name?"

"Callista Potter, but you can just call me Cally." She said taking his hand.

An electric shock passed through them the moment that their hands touch, but neither pulled back. Charlie felt warmed by the contact and Cally's eyes widen in surprise. It was at that moment that he knew this was his soulmate. He had been told that each experience was different. That sometimes you knew right then and there, and other times it took time. It took his older brother, Bill, and his wife, Fleur, two years and his parents a week.

The fact that he was able to stumble upon his soulmate's job was incredible. Sure there was the fact that somewhere in her past, his doppelganger had harmed her to the point that she fear the sight of him, but they could figure it out.

Her name fitted her. He mused. It was just as lovely as her.

She was the first to let go, and she slowly brought her hand to her lips where she started to nervously bit on her nails. Not once did she break eye contact as Charlie moved closer to her.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Draco snapped.

Almost at the same time they blinked and was jolted out of their own little world. Charlie noticed that she looked rather surprised by the whole situation, and at first didn't know why until he thought about it. The fact that he looked uncanny like somebody who possibly had abused her in her past was her soulmate.

"I was just-"

"It's him." Cally cut in, a little dazed by the events.

"Cally, we're not understanding." The blue-eyed boy said.

"Harry, it's him. He's my soulmate."