Stormythoughts

Title: The Good and Bad

Team: Appleby Arrows

Position: Beater 2

Theme:

Prompts:

You can feel your soulmates emotions

Additional prompt:

[Colour] Royal blue

[Object] champagne

Word Count: 2165

Harry sat in the corner of the classroom. He fiddled with his fingers as the teacher talked about soulmates. The urge to jump off his chair and dance around was almost overwhelming. He didn't know why, as there didn't seem to be anything right then to be so overly excited about.

The emotion right then didn't seem to be his own so he tried to block it, however, he felt colder as he pushed the feeling away. The cold wasn't one he could physically see the results of. No blue fingertips or anything but it wrapped over his chest, squeezing it tightly. At the uncomfortable feeling, Harry stopped, and let the foreign feeling return.

It eased away the cold and instead filled it with a warmth that sent light tingles through his body. A small smile made its way onto his face.

The foreign emotion changed from joy to annoyance. With the confusion that surrounded him at the change and a frown, he tentatively lifted his hand.

"Ms. Page?" He called out softly

The teacher paused in surprise. Harry Potter was one of the more quiet children in her class. He rarely put his hand up and his scores were always quite low. To be honest, she thought him to be redundant.

"Yes, Harry."

"I have a question." He fidgeted his hands more nervously.

"Ask away." She smiled encouragingly.

"What does it mean if umm...If you have an emotion that isn't yours…" he paused, everyone was staring at him. He fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Carry on Harry."

"And umm if you try to… push it away you feel… cold, not like actually cold but internally cold, and only if you let it come back… you feel warm. And the emotion changes as well…" Harry flushed and stared down at his lap.

All the other kids looked at him as if he had grown two heads. Ms. Page smiled curiously.

"Why do you ask?"

Harry flushed darker and shifted in his seat. He still didn't look up. "That happened to me…"

The teacher smiled brightly. "Well aren't you a lucky one then. Very few people have this ability."

Harry looked up at her through his eyelashes confused and everyone blankly stared at the teacher.

"What do you mean Miss?"

"You can feel your soulmate's emotions. Your search may be easier or harder depending on how you see it. Your soulmate will most likely reciprocate the ability. If you want to speak more about it, you may stay after class, I'll be happy to help."

Harry nodded as a silly smile stuck itself on his face. So that was what happened. They felt giddy with happiness. He felt the emotion turn to confusion and he smiled brighter. He wished he could send a message to his unknown soulmate saying ' Hi it's me your soulmate, I can't wait to meet you in person ', but instead he stuck to trying to convey as much of his happiness as he could through the bond.

His feet tapped against the floor happily. He ignored the incredulous stares of the others and instead waited excitedly for the bell that signaled the end of class.

Dudley glowered. The freak he had bullied had such an ability. He probably stole it or something. There was no way that the freak would have naturally gotten an ability like that. That type of thing should be his. And now the freak was getting all the attention. Dudley's scowl turned uglier.

The children whispered between themselves about the new fact they'd learned about. Regularly, they would shoot unsubtle looks in Harry's direction but as Harry was too focused on seeing what his soulmate was feeling, he was oblivious to it all.

When the bell rang, unlike normal, most people were reluctant to leave. They aimed to listen to the conversation between Harry and the Teacher. Eventually, they did all leave the room.

Ms. Page sat back on her chair behind her desk.

"Come closer, Harry." She beckoned him towards her.

She opened one of her drawers and began to rummage through it. "I have something to give you," her muffled voice said, "I've been holding onto this for a while but I never thought I would actually hand this over to someone else."

After a while, her head popped up out of the drawer. "Got it."

She held up a bracelet. Harry looked at her confused.

"Harry, can you tell me what colour this bracelet is?"

"It's blue, Miss."

"Ah, but specifically what type of blue?"

Harry stared at the object completely out of his depth. "I don't know, Miss."

"It's royal blue. I personally think that royal Blue is such a pretty colour, especially when you learn its meaning."

"What does it mean?"

"It's the colour of empathy and dependability. It's reassuring, accepting, and kind-hearted but also domineering and edgy. With Royal blue, you get both good and bad. Similar to your ability.

The good thing is that well, you can always know what your soulmate is feeling and their emotion will always fill you up with warmth, as you called it earlier.

The bad is that you can only have that warmth as long as your soulmate is alive. If they die Harry the coldness you talked about is all you'll feel. You won't be able to get rid of it. See good and bad. Royal blue describes all of that. Keep the bracket, Harry."

Harry absently took it and thought deeply about what the teacher had told him.

"You may go, Harry."

As Harry left he hoped he would never feel that feeling. He swore he would never block his soulmate's emotions again.


Light flashed past Draco. He dodged the hundreds of spells thrown around until he felt the cold creeping up his spine. The cold he hadn't felt for ten years when his soulmate accidentally blocked his emotions. Well, he hoped it was accidental.

He stood still waiting for the warmth to return to him. Minutes passed, he was surprised he hadn't been hit by a spell yet, and the feeling hadn't returned yet.

His breaths became heavier as he tried to reach for the bond however he could not find it. He reached the edge of slightly hyperventilating. Frantically, he continued to search for it, not finding even a thread of it. As he rendered what his father had once told him, his breathing went out of his control.

"Draco sit down."

"Yes, Father."

They were in his father's study room. Lucius was as ever sitting proudly in his throne-like chair behind his desk. Draco sat in a slightly more humble chair.

Lucius sighed, he felt tired. He rested his elbows on his desk and relaxed his posture.

"Draco, you remember when I explained to you the emotions that you told me weren't your own?"

"Yes, Father."

"I missed out on a piece of information that is important. I will not repeat this so are you listening?"

"Yes, Father."

"The coldness you felt should not be felt again. When that happens temporarily it means your soulmate has stupidly decided that it was a good idea to temporarily block your emotions from themselves. However, if the cold feeling becomes permanent, it means only one thing."

"What, Father?"

"It means that your soulmate is dead."

Draco paled drastically.

"Watch out for it to ever happen again and I urge you, Draco, to find your soulmate as soon as possible."

"Yes, Father, I will Father."

Draco mentally filed that information as important.

Draco fell to his knees.

No.

It wasn't true.

It couldn't be.

He hadn't found them yet. How could they die now? It could only mean that it was someone from Hogwarts and it was most likely an innocent person on the light side. A person that his actions from helping the dark side had caused them to die.

"Draco!" He heard a female voice call out. He ignored it.

He felt two pairs of arms drag him up. He looked up to recognize the faces of his two closest friends, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini.

"Draco what happened?" Blaise asked.

"It's gone… they're gone… they're dead and it's all my fault."

Sympathy washed over the two's faces.

"Oh, Draco…" whispered Pansy.

"I haven't even found them yet and now they're dead."

Pansy and Blaise both opened their mouths to say something but at the loud collective sounds of marching they nearing the ruins of Hogwarts, they all ran outside.

Voldemort and his Death Eaters- their parents.

"Harry Potter is dead!" Crowed Voldemort.

A scream was heard and Draco saw the Weasley girl run forward and be pulled back. He felt the cold tighten for some unknown reason.

He stiffly stood there watching everything, from Voldemort's speech to Longbottom killing Nagini with Godric Gryffindor's sword.

"To all those who do not want to die, cross over now, we shall welcome you with open arms." Voldemort shouted out to everyone.

The three looked at each other, Draco could see his parents beckoning him to cross over. Draco thought solemnly for a moment before subtly shaking his head, refusing to come over. Pansy, Blaise, and his parents were shocked.

To answer the question that his parents were quite obviously thinking, so he pulled out the royal blue handkerchief in his pocket and let it drop onto the floor. His father's face paled and he instantly understood. Lucius nodded back and turned to look at Lord Voldemort.

Pansy and Blaise stood by Draco, not moving an inch, also understanding. Everyone was glancing at them, their faces shocked when each one of them realized that they were not going to move.

The three just stared straight ahead not caring for the now open looks they were getting. The quiet was broken as Harry jumped out of Hagrid's arms and started running.

Draco's heart jumped as the warmth suddenly reappeared when Harry moved. His soulmate's emotions came back. He could feel their determination and their slight tiredness. His heart well and truly dropped as he pieced together his clues and realized that Harry Potter was his soulmate.

"Pansy, Blaise, it's back. I know who my soulmate is." He whispered still in shock.

They both looked at him confused.

"What?"

"My soulmate is bloody Harry Potter."

Their eyes widened.

"Oh, Draco…"

"Draco…"

"I've been waiting my whole life for someone I'll never have…" he whispered, tears brimming up in his eyes.

The three looked at the raven hair boy as he ran across Hogwarts.

"There's no point. I give up."

"Draco, you shouldn't!" Pansy whisper-shouted.

Draco turned to her. "Then what should I do, Pansy? What should I do?"

Pansy looked down. "I don't know…"


Another Ministry meeting. Another terrible night.

Draco sighed and tapped his wand against his glass cup and once again it refilled to the brim. He looked tiredly around at the bustling busybodies around the room and sighed.

As his eyes caught sight of a certain person, he knocked back the champagne in his cup. He turned away from the person and looked back down at his empty glass.

He felt a presence move into the seat next to him.

"Malfoy, are you okay?" The person chuckled softly.

Draco recognized it but did not look up. "I'm fine Potter."

"Why are Ministry events always the same? Boring and always about politics."

"Because it's the Ministry Potter. I would have thought you'd have gotten used to them by now?"

"Nah."

Silence fell between them. Until Draco spoke up.

"It's too fussy here, I'm heading out. You, Potter?"

"Yeah sure, I'll come."

Draco walked ahead and through the doors that lead to the garden nearby. He relished in the cool breeze against his skin. He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Harry holding a bottle of liquor.

"Nicked a bottle of champagne on the way. You want some?"

"Sure."

Harry popped it open while Draco conjured up two glass cups. Harry filled them to the top. After several cups of champagne ( well more than several on Draco's part), they simply just sat in silence on a bench.

Draco being tipsy from all the alcohol he had consumed began to speak. "You know, you're insufferable Potter."

"Oh really, am I?" Harry asked amused. He was still rather sober.

"Yes, yes you are. I've been near you for practically hundreds of years but you still can't tell that I'm your soulmate. However, Potter I understand, you don't like me so you are protecting my feelings, but just say it outright Potter, I've been waiting for too bloody long."

Harry was shocked by Draco's drunken rant. He honestly had not realized that Draco was his soulmate. He was even more shocked to find that he didn't mind that. Smiling amused he replied.

"Actually I don't hate you Draco."

Harry leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

That was the last thing Draco remembered before he passed out. He had never been good at holding his alcohol.