It wasn't easy being the new student at Hogwarts, especially after five years of being homeschooled by her conservative parents. The entire school environment, the many other students and events overwhelmed you to the point of mental exhaustion, which made you spend most of your time hiding in the library or locked in your room.

Most Hogwarts students had never laid eyes on you, and others had never even heard your name. For you that was a relief, you didn't want to meet them either. Perhaps it was your reclusive upbringing style, but your social skills weren't very well developed, and being surrounded by too many people was an extremely stressful and draining situation that you avoided whenever possible, even organizing yourself to eat meals at less popular times.

You followed the school news by listening to clipped conversations on the way to class or in the gossip your roommate told you, and in all of that gossiping the same names were repeated: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. You could barely imagine what their lives must have been like, being involved in absolutely everything that happened at Hogwarts, and you were even more shocked that you had never seen them in person, even though you had been trapped in the same castle as them for four months. From what you knew of the group, they were always surrounded by people, which was something you avoided, so it wasn't all that strange that you never bumped into each other.

It was a Tuesday night and you were in the library, sitting at a table by the window, reviewing your Potions course. McGonagall had sent out some extra activities for you to try to keep up with the other classmates, but it wasn't that easy.

Your head was starting to ache as you tried to find the right words for your transfiguration essay, and that's when your gaze wandered to a piece of the table, next to your books, that was scratched as if someone had used a blade to stab the wood. The small act of vandalism read "I'm bored" followed by a sad face.

You smiled, amused. Whoever it was had bad, messy handwriting.

"I have a headache" You wrote below using your quill. You knew the person wouldn't see the answer, but wanted to answer anyway.

You decided that was enough for studies for the day and gathered your things back to your common room.

The next day in the afternoon you returned to the library and sat at the same table as the day before, and to your surprise there was a new message, in the same handwriting as the previous one. "I hope you're feeling better"

You took out your quill and wrote just below the message "You should stop vandalizing school property", but you didn't really mean it, you actually found the situation quite fun.

You looked around for any clue that might reveal who the author of the messages was, but there was nothing. You decided to take your focus away from that and dedicate to the activities you needed to finish for the next day.

Coming back from dinner you tried to control the urge to go to the library to see if they had answered you again, it would be a total change on the way to your dorm and it wasn't even that important. Still your curiosity got the better of you and you said goodbye to your housemates, walking in the opposite direction.

Fulfilling your expectations, there was a new scrawl on the wood, but this time written in ink instead of scratching, which indicated that the person had taken your last message into consideration.

"Who are you?" It was the written question.

As you were out of your school supplies, you borrowed a quill from the next table so that you could answer.

"I don't think I'll tell you" You liked this dynamic of talking to someone without knowing who they were, and without that person knowing who you were either. You weren't sure you wanted to ruin this.

The next morning, the first thing you did after breakfast was check to see if there was already an answer. You couldn't help but smile when you saw that there was.

"Don't make it a challenge for me, I'm competitive"

"Good luck then" Was all you replied.

In the evening you returned to the library. There was no more activity to complete, but once again your curiosity had gotten the better of you.

There was no new message written on the table, but a carefully folded parchment caught your eye. Unfolding it you found the explanation of what that was, in black ink it was written:

"To the mysterious person,

This is a magic parchment, everything you write will appear to me, and the same goes for you."

You've seen something like this being sold in Diagon Alley, but you've never used one before. He took the quill he was used to carrying with him from his pocket and wrote down the first thing that came to his mind.

"Hello"

Not too many seconds later another answer appeared on the paper.

"I thought you would be more creative"

"I never promised anything. May I know the purpose of this?"

A smile appeared on your face as you read the new message.

"I want to propose a game. I think I can find out who you are, and in just a week"

"And how are you going to do that?" You asked curiously

"Keep the parchment with you and answer when I call, the rest is a surprise"

"Your handwriting is horrible" You wrote changing the subject "I suppose it's a boy"

"I am, and one of the better-looking ones " The answer made you laugh "And from your comment I assume it's a girl. Would that be my first clue?"

"Congratulations Sherlock" You scoffed.

"Miss, I'm about to close the library." The librarian approached you with a gentle smile on her face. Your eyes darted to the clock on the wall, it was really late.

"I'm leaving, see you tomorrow, ." You said goodbye to the woman and headed to your dormitory, the parchment neatly folded in your robe pocket.

Rarely anything truly exciting happened in your life, and the idea of letting a stranger play at discovering your identity seemed too exciting to ignore. You couldn't suppress your smile as you entered the common room and looked around, would he be there? Was it someone from your year?

You decided not to open the parchment for the rest of the night, or you'd end up staying up all night talking to the mystery boy, and you couldn't afford to show up to class the next day tired.

You waited for her classmates to leave the dorm for breakfast the next morning to see if there was any response.

"May I ask what year are you in?"

You hadn't written back, so he wrote again.

"You're not answering me. You went to bed early? What a good girl"

"Actually, yes" You started your answer "Did you find anything else during my absence?"

The answer came almost immediately, as if he had been waiting with his eyes on the parchment.

"Don't I get a 'good morning'? Did you sleep with me by any chance?"

"Do not be ridiculous. Good morning "

"May I ask what year you are in again?" He changed the subject.

"On the fifth" Your answer was short and simple.

"I'm relieved, I was afraid to be talking to a child. I'm in sixth"

"I hadn't thought of that, but I guess now I'm relieved too"

"So now I know two things about you, I'm getting closer and closer to winning the game"

"Congratulations, you just limited your options to approximately 150 girls" You replied wryly.

For the next six days, talking to the mystery boy became your favorite part of your routine, and the first thing you did when you woke up was to see if he had written.

"This class is boring" He wrote one day "I wish you were here"

"I'd be paying attention so I wouldn't be of much help to your boredom"

"Oh, so you're that kind of person?" You rolled your eyes as you read the new words on the paper.

"Yes, I'm that kind of person"

"Alright, I like smart girls"

When a sheet came to an end, he'd leave another one in the library for you to pick up so you two could keep talking more, and that had been happening quite often. You couldn't help but fantasize about meeting him in person, and thinking about what he was like.

"You could let me know before you go to sleep, so I don't look like a fool waiting for an answer"

"And what would be the fun then? " You added a little smiley face to the side.

"You are evil"

"Goodnight"

It wasn't common for you to get along easily with others, but with him it was different, it was fluid and pleasant, as if he had been created just for you. Your mind struggled not to delude yourself into thinking of a distant possibility, but all that effort fell to the ground when he broached the subject himself.

"Have you ever wondered if we're soulmates? How crazy would that be?" Your heart fluttered as you read the words, anticipation building in your chest.

"Too crazy, too coincidental to be possible" You tried to keep your feet on the ground, though you hoped the idea wasn't so far-fetched. You didn't know that boy, didn't even know his name, but there was something different about the connection between you, and the days felt like months.

"Can you see colours?" He asked.

"Not yet"

"Then we have a chance" You had to control yourself to hold back the smile that appeared unwillingly on your lips, you were in public and didn't want people asking what was going on.

You almost replied "I hope so", but you changed your mind right before the quill touched the paper, you didn't want to expose yourself like that about your feelings, or create expectations and end up disappointed. The truth was you liked that guy, and if he wasn't your soul mate that was fine, you'd probably never find who it was, so you'd have at least a chance to try him.

You didn't know your soul mate, but you knew him and you liked what you had.

During potions class a few hours later, another message appeared on the parchment.

"I know who you are"

Careful that no one would see what you were doing, you placed the paper in your lap to answer.

"May I know how?"

"I only had to ask the librarian a few questions, and she knew exactly who I was talking about"

Your heart raced in your chest, you had daydreamed about the moment when he would discover your identity, but now it was all too real, and your anxiety was starting to trouble you. What if he didn't like you? What if he was disappointed? What if he wasn't what you expected? And yet the lively part spoke louder, because you wanted to meet him, because you didn't like many people, but he was special.

"Prove it" Was your reply.

A few seconds later your name and house appeared written on the paper, a smile breaking across your face as you read it.

"I won the game, I will go get my prize"

You didn't have time to respond before Snape caught his eye and you had to hide the sheet in your robe pocket. For the rest of the class you couldn't absorb any of the material, you were too busy feeling your cheeks burn and daydreaming. What that boy you didn't even know had done to you was ridiculous, and you felt ridiculously happy.

The sun was starting to set as you walked around the castle outer area, your friend next door complaining about the amount of homework Professor Binns had given her.

You were entering one of the hallways when you came across a group standing a few feet in front of you. You ran your eyes quickly over the girl with the curly hair in the center and then over each of the boys, until your gaze fixed on one of them: Big eyes, round glasses, and a flashy scar on his forehead that you'd already heard about.

Normally he would have caught your eye for being attractive, maybe you would have even looked twice in a different situation, but the situation was much more serious because you could see the Colour of his eyes, and his uniform, and everything else around you. You felt your heart breaking, so many people went their whole lives without finding their soulmate and lived happily, why did that have to happen to you? You didn't want Harry Potter, you wanted the library boy, you wanted the connection you had with him.

You grabbed the girl next to you by the wrist and dragged her down another hallway before he had a chance to see you too.

Your friend seemed worried by your shocked expression and shaking hands, but you didn't want to talk. You quickened your pace to the dorm and when you were alone you opened the parchment to write, he needed to know.

"I can see colours " Your message was short but clear, you had found your soulmate.

"What? who?" The answer came a few minutes later, but it felt like hours to you.

The first thing that crossed your mind was that maybe he was hurt or jealous, as you liked to think he liked you as much as you liked him.

"Harry Potter" There was no mistaking it, anyone in the wizarding world knew whose scar it was.

"Can I see you today?" The handwriting was even worse, as if those words had been written more forcefully, the ink smearing in places.

"Where?"

"Meet me in front of the Owlery today after curfew"

"I can do this"

The next few hours were torturous for you as you walked in circles around the room, thinking about the various things that could happen and different paths for the night to follow. You didn't know what to do or think, but you hoped he had an answer.

When the time came, you left the dorm taking care not to wake anyone, especially the prefects. You had never been to the Owlery before, so you wandered around in confusion for some time before spotting the structure in the distance. You were walking in the direction you thought was the appointed place when you found the last person you wanted to see again, standing in front of the painting of a fat woman.

Immediately, you took steps back, keeping hidden behind the wall, but Harry already knew he wasn't alone.

"Who's there?" He asked taking his wand out of his pocket. You needed to answer, maybe then he'd let you go without looking at you.

"Don't look!" You yelled still without appearing and announced your name "I don't want to disturb you, I just want to get to the Owlery."

Harry slowly lowered his wand, his heart rate increasing.

"Show up" He demanded "I'll count to three."

You sighed, there was no way to avoid this situation forever, he had a right to know. You took three steps to the side and slowly looked up, until you found the boy in front of you, who seemed ecstatic at the sight.

"You're beautiful" He said, a smile forming on his lips.

"We can talk about it later" You said cutting him off "I need to go to the Owlery, I'm sorry."

"Wait!" he grabbed your wrist before you could take your second step "It's me."

"What?" You furrowed your brows, not understanding what he was talking about.

Carefully, Harry released your wrist and took out of his pocket a piece of parchment that he showed you, the exact same conversation that was on your piece, which suddenly felt too heavy in your pocket.

"Looks like it wasn't all that crazy," He said.

You could barely imagine the relief hitting you as you let out a nervous laugh.

"Are you serious?" You asked to make sure you hadn't misunderstood.

"Completely serious" He replied, offering you the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. Everything about him was perfect.

Without thinking twice, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and burying your face in his neck. It took Harry a few seconds to get out of the initial shock, but then he hugged you back, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I'm glad it's you" You admitted, murmuring against his skin.

"I doubt you're happier than I am" He replied, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your hair.