A/N: Hi everyone! Thanks for checking out this fic! I really appreciate it! However, I do have a few things to clarify before we begin. 1. Yes, this is a soul bond fic. I realize that this genre has been done quite a bit, but I'm going to try and make this as unique as I can. 2. There will likely be elements from other soul bond fics in this story, whether intentionally or accidentally. If this is the case, just know that it's because the other authors got it right when they did it, and their idea fits into my story well. 3. This is going to be a lighthearted fic. There will still be a serious plot, but humor will be sprinkled in. I'm really not a huge fan of angst. 4. I am also going to attempt to make this story as realistic as I can. If two preteens are bound together by their minds, there's no way they just fall in love immediately. One of the main reasons I'm writing this fanfiction is because I have seen very few other fics that have truly made me think "that is how Harry and Ginny would act." The one I did find was left unfinished. Anyways, thanks for reading this monologue! Without further ado, enjoy!
Disclaimer: While I am in the process of attempting to acquire the Harry Potter rights, I haven't succeeded yet. It seems they've placed a secret keeper charm on the building where they're kept.
"Ginny!" Harry yelled. He had just stabbed the evil diary with the basilisk fang, but Tom Riddle wasn't going down easily. Harry saw a black, ethereal tendril come out of the diary and shoot towards the unconscious redhead. It seemed to latch onto something within her and start pulling. The tendril started to retract, dragging something bright red with it. Her soul, Harry realized. Tom was trying to take Ginny's soul to save his own, but Ginny's soul seemed to be resisting! Harry glanced around furiously, trying to find something, anything, that could help.
His eyes latched onto Gryffindor's sword. Harry had no idea if it could do anything against the tendril, but the legendary blade was his best shot. He ran over to the body of the basilisk and pulled the sword out, stumbling a little in haste. Come on Ginny, hold on! Just a little bit longer! Harry thought desperately. The black tendil was getting stronger by the moment, while Ginny's connection to her soul was weakening.
Harry ran as fast as he could over to where the fight for Ginny's soul was happening. As he raised the sword to make a downward swing, Harry heard Tom cry out. "Harry, wait! Don't swing that sword! I'll give you anything you want! Money, power, anything! Just don't swing!"
Harry turned and coolly looked at Tom. "Sorry, Tom," he responded, "but you can't buy your way out of this one." With that, Harry swung right at where the tendril was grabbing Ginny's soul. Tom screamed and leapt at Harry, but to no avail. He, and the tendril, disappeared as the diary burst into flames. With that problem solved, Harry turned towards Ginny. He was surprised when her soul, now floating, split in two. His confusion turned to dread as the halves began to move. One of the pieces flew back into Ginny, but the other began to move towards him. Harry barely had time to react before it hit him, and he started to feel woozy. Harry barely saw a piece of green fly out of him and into Ginny before he fell to the ground, unconscious.
Up in Dumbledore's office, the headmaster glanced up sharply, and a grave look formed on his face. "Albus, what is it?" Molly Weasley asked. "Did something happen?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure what." Albus replied. "What I can tell you is that there were just two bursts of magic nearby. The first one was big, but the second one... I haven't felt anything with that sort of power since the 1920's." Arthur and Molly paled. "We can only pray that everything's alright." At that moment, Fawkes the phoenix appeared on Dumbledore's desk, gave a loud cry, and took off. "Fawkes found them!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "Follow him!"
The headmaster and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were standing in an instant, and they took off running. They followed Fawkes to the second floor girl's bathroom, where they found a giant hole with steps leading down to the bottom. At the bottom, the group found Ron standing next to a very dazed-looking Gilderoy Lockhart. Lockhart saw Dumledore and spoke. "Well hello there! Is this your home? If it is, then you should do some cleaning up! You could get snakes down here, you know!"
Ron just sighed wearily. "Professor Lockheart tried obliviating Harry and me, but apparently my broken wand made the spell go wonky and he obliviated himself. He's been saying nonsense ever since. The spell also made the tunnel cave in. I've been trying to dig past the rocks to get to Harry, but I haven't made much progress."
Dumbledore nodded and flicked his wand. The rocks all exploded into dust, leaving the way clear. "You may rest, Mr. Weasley," the headmaster said to Ron, who nodded. "I daresay you've earned it. Now Molly, Arthur, let's go find your daughter." The three made their way through the recently cleared tunnel. They all gave a collective gasp when they rounded a corner and were greeted with the sight of a large cavern with a statue, the body of a basilisk, and what appeared to be some sort of book. Most importantly, though, they saw Harry and Ginny lying in a heap on the ground, both unconscious.
"My baby!" Molly exclaimed, rushing forward. Once she got to her daughter, however, the Weasley matriarch noticed something odd. There was a black streak in Ginny's hair, the exact same color as Harry's. Looking over, she saw that Harry also had a red streak in his hair, the same color as Ginny's. She brushed her thoughts aside, however, since she was more concerned for her daughter's health. Molly felt a massive surge of relief as she felt Ginny's neck and found a pulse. She quickly checked Harry and found that he, too, was alive. She called out to Dumbledore. "Albus, the kids are both alive, just unconscious!"
The headmaster breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if Harry had died under his care. Using a levicorpus spell, Dumbledore levitated the two unconscious preteens. As they floated up, he noticed what Mrs. Weasley just had: both children had streaks of hair that matched the other's. "Most curious," Dumbledore muttered to himself. "Most curious indeed."
Molly and Arthur trailed behind Dumbledore as he made his way up the staircase and towards the hospital wing, watching nervously as he levitated Harry and Ginny in front of him. When they finally arrived and both preteens were safely in beds, both Weasley parents breathed a sigh of relief. Madam Pomfrey busied herself by applying various salves and solutions to Harry's many, many scrapes and bruises. She tutted at each new one she discovered, but refrained from speaking until she was done. "What happened, Albus?" she questioned, addressing the headmaster. "Some of these wounds are quite severe! Nothing life threatening, but certainly worse than any boy should be receiving at the age of twelve!"
"He fought a basilisk, Poppy." Dumbledore responded, making Madam Pomfrey stop and stare. "Killed it, actually! Young Harry never ceases to amaze me. We'll have to get the full story when they wake up, but I suspect that there is more to the story than that."
Mrs. Weasley quickly jumped into the conversation. "Speaking of that, when will they wake up? Will my baby be okay?"
Pomfrey quickly glanced at Ginny before responding. "They'll likely wake in the morning, and yes, Ms. Weasley will be fine. It seems Mr. Potter suffered the brunt of the injuries, although your daughter still has a few that may require my attention. I'll tend to them shortly."
The rest of the day passed relatively quietly, albeit the asking of nonstop questions by the Hogwarts students. Arthur returned to the Burrow, since he had work the next day, but Molly decided to stay in the ward until Ginny woke up. A few students, including Ron and Luna, stopped to visit Harry and Ginny, but were disappointed to find both students still unconscious. Madam Pomfrey began to work on a cure for the students who had been petrified by the basilisk. Throughout the whole thing, Mrs. Weasley sat by Ginny's bed vigilantly, watching and listening, waiting for her only daughter to wake up.
Okay, what do you guys think? I know that that was basically the way that every one of these fics opens, but it's really the only place that makes sense to have a soul bond form. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Please review and let me know what you thought, if I made any mistakes, or if there's anything you would like to see. All the best, ~Shark