The Fire Tells All

Chapter two

PG-13 (for now, might raise)

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Harry's head was spinning as he packed up his supplies into his knapsack. Of course, he and Severus had become friends over the past couple of years that they had worked together to get rid of Voldemort - which had happened last year - and he had a bit of a crush on him, but he never thought.... But if the gods say so, and the spell, it must be true.

But now he would have to tell Severus, as he had suggested that Harry try a spell to find his Soul Mate, since he was so lonely, and he would surely want the results, but would Severus even believe him?

Harry noticed that everything was packed up so he slung his knapsack over his shoulder and put his invisibility cloak securely around himself. He raced out of the room that Fluffy had once occupied and to the dungeons. He didn't care if Severus took points of Gryffindor for being out past curfew, this was far too important. Besides, the threat of Gryffindor points was only a joke for old times' sake now days between the two of them.

He knocked urgently on Severus' office door, hoping the other was still awake, even if it was one o'clock in the morning. The door opened and a very cranky Severus opened it, glaring into the open space.

"Harry," he began, voice nearly a whisper, "if you're here to talk, I'm tempted to take one hundred points from Gryffindor."

Harry and Severus had gotten into a routine of Harry coming to talk after curfew, and it always began with Severus threatening Gryffindor's points. Harry found that Severus and he were the only ones who could talk about their pasts without judging each other.

Harry slipped around him, brushing him a bit to know he could close the door. Which he did.

Harry yanked the cloak off him and sat in a chair, dropping his bag beside him.

Severus sat behind his desk, watching Harry and waiting for him to say something. He hoped it was the results of the spell, but he also dreaded the answer. Over the past year he had begun to develop feelings for Harry, but kept them to himself; there was no way that his feelings were reciprocated. So he would wish Harry the best of luck through a mask of indifference.

"Are you here to talk about the results of the spell?"

Harry looked even more nervous than he ever had before, and Severus knew that this had to be bad. He watched impatiently as Harry fidgeted a bit and meekly answered, "Yes."

Severus sighed, rubbing his eyes. "And what were they?"

Harry gulped and looked at him intensely. "I'll tell you. But first, you have to promise me something."

"What?" he snapped irritably. He was tired and stressed out and he really didn't feel like being patient. Harry caught him at a bad time, and right now he would rather order him to leave. He was also having a difficult time letting his feelings go, which he wasn't used to doing. No, this boy could be so difficult sometimes.

"Don't freak out and start yelling or make me leave."

"Just get on with it, Potter."

"Promise."

"Fine."

"You."







(A/N: I should really stop here, especially since I haven't gotten this far. This might be bad from here as I'm going off my computer, nothing written before hand, so excuse me if it sucks, I just want to post more in this chapter.)





Severus' heart practically stopped. He stopped breathing. He was turning blue. Harry noticed this and exclaimed, "Gods, Sev! BREATHE!"

Severus drew in a deep breath. "Excuse me? Is this some kind of joke?"

"No, I was surprised too." Harry looked uncomfortable, staring at his hands.

'Oh god, I'm Harry's Soul Mate. How in Hell did this happen?' Out loud, he said, "Harry, I need time to think about this. Just go and I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Harry stood quickly, looking hurt. "Okay, I understand. I'm sorry. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Then, picking up his bag and cloak, he left.

Severus sighed and put his head in his hands. 'How am I going to tell Albus?'

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The next morning, Harry woke up to Ron shaking him awake. "Harry! C'mon! Hermione's waiting downstairs in the common room! We've got to go to breakfast!"

"Go 'way, Ron," Harry mumbled, burying his face in the pillow. He hadn't told Ron or Hermione of the Soul Mate spell, and he didn't intend to. However, in his readings of Soul Mate spells, the couple was usually bonded when they 'consummated their relationship' or when they underwent an old- fashioned bonding ceremony. Either way, he'd have to tell them, as he wanted to have children, and with the Soul Mate/bonding thing, it was entirely possible. Rare, though, because of how few people were Soul Mates or bonded. But, then, it also depended on Severus. Whether he wanted Harry or not.

Ron sighed. "HARRY!" he bellowed in his ear, causing Harry to jump up and almost hit Ron's head with his own. Ron smirked as Harry send a glare worthy of Severus' jealousy at him. "See? That got you up."

Harry, still glaring, got out of bed and began to dress. He decided he'd give Ron a little of the silent treatment for a while. Until he apologized for making Harry's ears practically bleed.

Ron sighed and, seeing that Harry was dressed, led him downstairs to where Hermione was waiting impatiently. "Finally," she huffed, "honestly, what happened to you two? You were up there for practically ten minutes and we're going to be late for breakfast if you don't hurry!"

Harry followed Ron and Hermione out of the portrait hole, still glaring holes in Ron's back.

Ron slipped his arm around Hermione as they walked, and Harry briefly wondered if they weren't soul mates. Ron had proposed to Hermione earlier in the school year, right after the start-of-term feast, to be precise. They had only been engaged for about a month already and they acted as though they were already married. But, then, they had always acted like an old married couple.

As Harry walked into the Great Hall, he looked up and locked eyes with Severus.

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I know it's not a cliffie, but I'm getting tired of writing it as I go along, so I'm stopping there. Don't worry, I'll write more by tomorrow. Or next weekend. But, if I wait till next weekend, there'll be more than one chapter. Please review.