Soulmates are not very common. In fact they are so extremely rare, only two sets of soulmates are found every century. There used to be less, apparently, but the lack of love in the world saddened the fates so much that they decided to put in a factor that would help soulmates find each other. This was through music. Whenever a soulmate is singing, playing, or listening to music, the other soulmate will here it inside their head. This has been used to identify soulmates since the 900, AD. It is theorised that soulmates are more common than thought, however, as it is possible for soulmates to be born in different time periods and realitie-
Harry's reading was reading was interrupted with a sudden start of an instrumental.
Fantastic.
He was trying to do his divination homework regarding the phenomenon of soulmates, only his was being particularly difficult, as usual. It's a wonder he manages to focus at all, ever. This time it was some song about having breakfast at Tiffany's. They had weird taste.
Harry didn't think anything of it again until July, when his Aunt Petunia turned the volume up on a newly released song on the radio.
And I said what about Breakfast at Tiffany's
She said I think I remember the film
And as I recall I think we both kind of liked it
And I said well that's the one thing we've got
Breakfast at Tiffany's.
"Aunt Petunia, when did this song come out?"
Petunia huffed at being spoken to by her nephew. "Last week, July 4th. My roses need attending."
Harry realised having a soulmate may not be as simple as he thought.
Summer Stacy holed herself up in her room, as usual, listening to her 90's playlist. So far the music she had heard had been from the 80's and the 90's. Summer preferred knowing the lyrics to the songs she was constantly hearing, and knowing she wasn't crazy for that matter. Summer was no idiot, she knew hearing voices wasn't normal. These songs existed, or most of them did (one time she could have sworn she heard someone singing a Christmas carol with the word hippogriff instead of gentlemen) without her knowledge.
She had wisely decided not to tell anyone of the music she was hearing in her mind, though it made it very difficult to explain her constant migraines, and difficult hearing in almost silent rooms. Her parents had considered hearing aides multiple times, but she'd gotten out of it by using confusing, scientific-sounding words to explain why her hearing came and went.
The playlist shuffled and 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' began playing.
Summer sighed. Why did this happen to her?
The song ended and Summer closed her laptop, staring up at her large bookshelf. Summer liked things that didn't require sound, like reading and drawing. She slid her fingers along the spines of her hardbacks before settling for Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
Summer typically considered herself a rather large harry potter fan, she even had an embarrassing collection of merch, and trivia wins she would never tell anyone about. She knew all sorts of useless, esoteric facts about the universe; things like Vernon assuming James Potter was living on unemployment benefits and was embarrassed to learn of his fortune.
As she turned she last page of Hermione's Secret she put the book down gently and picked up her buzzing phone.
"Summer I swear to whatever gods exist, I just found some freaky cult shit in the woods near my house. You have to come over to check it out, and we need to take Instagram pictures because it lowkey looks aesthetically pleasing."
"Ella for the love of- Breathe, remember? I don't know if I can come right now, maybe when I get back from Egypt in a couple weeks?" Summer said though the phone patiently.
Ella's squeal crackled through the phone. "Then you'll have a tan for a pics, perfect! You have to bring me back something from Cairo by the way, or I'm never talking to you again… ooh you should send me a postcard, I love getting things in the mail, speaking of the mail, I just ordered a massive package that I literally can't wait to open from- I rambling again, aren't I?"
"No, not at all." Summer snorted.
"Oh, and take photos you can photoshop me in to as well, because I feel like the desert in Egypt would look really good against by skin, and with the pyramids of Giza in the background I would look ethereal and you know I would."
"I sure I would El, but can I go now or are you going to hold me hostage forever?"
"Find you can go." Ella huffed, "hate you, kidding."
Not this again. "Love you, mean it."
Intended to be a full story, spanning from about 5th year to the war, or after :)