QLFC Catapults, Beater 2 - You can read your soulmate's emotions.
Prompts -
(colour) Blush Pink
(colour) Royal Blue
Word Count - 1535 (wordcounter .net)
AU! - Soulmates
Ever since Fred and George had been born, they were inseparable, no moment was ever spent apart. They were brothers, yet they shared a deeper bond than that—everyone in the wizarding world knew that everyone out there had a counterpart to their soul, one that was shared between two lucky individuals, destined for their lives to be intertwined forevermore. Emotions and feelings transferred between them so nothing could ever be a true secret; it meant that the bond they formed was near unbreakable; only a few documented cases in history were ever known of, the most extraordinary being Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
But this was beside the point, everyone who had ever met Fred and George knew they were soulmates; from the way they always knew what the other was going to say to the way they could just glance at one another and know what was going on. But for others, the most glaringly obvious point was how their eyes constantly matched in colour; from the jubilant yellow hues when they were excited to the deep royal blues when they were told about the deaths of their uncles. But no matter what the emotions, their eyes were always the same colour.
Until they weren't.
You see, there was always something special throughout history with twins, specifically magical twins, there were never very many. Only a few cases were documented in magical history but all shared the same fact that they were one another's soulmate. It was taken as a fact at this point, it was expected. Except when the documented cases were few and far between it also meant that they were quite unreliable.
It started when they were three. It's always the terrible threes, isn't it? The time when the tantrums were still there even if the twos were supposed to have been the end of it and now they were grown up enough to argue back even more.
It was hectic, it was normal. What was not normal was only one of the twins having one.
At that age, when emotions bled over from one to another, it was almost impossible for them to distinguish and separate what their soul bond felt compared to what they actually felt, it was normal for a completely happy toddler to suddenly have their eyes go red with rage and have a mini tantrum before they calm down once more.
So, when Molly was telling the twins that no, they could not eat cake right before their dinner and only Fred kicked off, did her general annoyance turn into deep concern and anxiety.
It wasn't normal, it wasn't right, something was seriously wrong. She called Arthur back from work, she rushed them all to St Mungos, she spoke to mediwitches, then she spoke to specialists. But none of them could explain to her what was wrong with their bond, they were all just as confused; they did tests and confirmed their bonds were just as strong as always, nothing was clinically wrong. No matter how much Molly pleaded with them to do something, anything, they were sent home empty-handed just being told to 'monitor the situation and come back if it gets any worse'.
Molly cried that night. She didn't know what else she could do for her boys whose soul was breaking.
Time went on and so did the 'issues'. By age seven, they were done with specialists that Molly had been desperate for them to see, nothing could change it and they were done.
The funny thing is that nobody ever stopped and asked what Fred and Geroge were thinking or, more importantly, feeling. None of the specialists ever had a simple conversation about it with them, for all their years of training, at the end of the day, they were all idiots. Because if you asked either Fred or George about what they were feeling, they would be able to tell you quite easily—they could feel their own feelings obviously, they could feel their twin's feelings just as much, and then each of them separately had more feelings with someone they knew was out there feeling just their own emotions as so.
It was simple, really, the thing that everyone always tended to overlook. No matter how much Fred and George were twins, two halves of the same soul. They were also completely different people, separate souls in separate bodies.
There was nothing strange or odd about anything they were going through, it was the normal soulmate occurring.
As Fred and George continued to grow up, both of them were well aware of the changes now affecting their eye colour, how sometimes Fred's eyes would be glowing yellow as he was excited but blush pink specks glittered throughout them along with him left feeling embarrassed but happy, whereas George's would go a deep sorrowful royal blue leaving him feeling down only his own joy coming through in yellow streaks.
Others were concerned and questioned them, but at this point, they brushed them off. They knew what was happening and they were fine with it. It was nobody's business but theirs.
And at this point in this story is where we diverge. Before this point was about Fred and George, but they needed to find their own soulmates, not just the other halves of their whole. They've already had years to form the deep familial bond of trust and love between them, but they both knew that they had another waiting for them somewhere.
The souls dance and sway in the flow of the emotions and this time we follow George. Maybe in the future, will Fred find his half.
George
By this time, George's eyes rarely went without a deep, dark royal blue appearing in them with the accompanying emotions. He could no longer remember a time when he didn't feel a longing ache and deep sadness that tried to tear apart his soul. The feeling was sometimes more muted with lavender specks appearing to brighten up his eyes as a lighter feeling of love and affection flowed through him.
He longed for the day in which he could gather his soulmate within his arms and encircle them and try to protect them from the world, from whatever was making them feel so sad and sorrowful that a royal blue, no matter how beautiful a colour, was always the go-to.
He tried to always do something funny, ensuring that a jubilant yellow always appeared at least once a day to let them feel something warm inside them.
And then, suddenly, the day he had been longing for oh, so desperately was upon him. He hadn't known it, but the day he was told to go and greet his new neighbours was the day that he met his soulmate.
He had never seen his eyes so blue that day. As deep as ever; if you stared too long then you could drown in them. Such a set colour was the royal blue, it was always a constant staple, but he wished once again that his soulmate could get a break, just anything other than the blue devastation that every day brought.
He had ended up being as late as ever, his family already at his neighbours' house by the time he rushed there, huffing and puffing from exertion. With all eyes on him, he could feel his face blushing and he knew his eyes would be speckled a light green as he felt slightly embarrassed with all eyes solely on him. Staring at his feet, he shuffled awkwardly trying to figure out what to say.
"Oh, it's you."
His eyes shot up at the dreamy voice, he didn't bother introducing himself as he moved forward towards her, he knew Fred would keep them back for him.
His eyes locked on hers, the same royal blue he had been staring at in the mirror for years, now eye to eye with him. He didn't know what to say, he had heard of these meetings between souls but never had he seen one in person. But he could feel all the emotions flowing through her, and she could feel his—their eyes a swirling storm of colours, the royal blue still a constant but now in the background as more powerful emotions pulled it down, more blues, reds, yellows all filtered through before their eyes finally settled on a blush pink. Both of them felt slightly embarrassed at the shambles of a meeting but overall a muted happiness was echoing around their entire soul.
He finally said, "I'm George."
He remained silent, glued to the spot as he kept staring at her eyes, into her soul.
She replied in her soft, airy voice. "I'm Luna. I hope that you can keep the Nargles away."
George grinned. "I can keep them away and more."
The royal blue remained, as did the blush pink as each were slightly more than mortified still from their conversation, but specks of yellow appeared as George felt happiness that he knew hadn't originated from him.
He wanted to feel that happiness flow through their soul everyday and so help him, Merlin, he would.
