Hey everyone! So many comments and reviews last chapter, thank you so much, I loved reading them all. Here is another chapter and it will probably be the last for about a month. I start uni placement tomorrow which will no doubt keep me very busy, so hopefully you enjoy this chapter enough to get you through the next month hope you're all well out there x.

As usual I do not own Harry Potter

Chapter 7

Rabastan roamed Malfoy Manor feeling restless. It was like his body couldn't relax and it was beyond frustrating. Even when he was asleep it was like his body was yearning to move, to be on its way. He knew Rodolphus was feeling the same way so assumed these new feelings were linked to Harry. He had wanted to go back to The Leaky Pickle the very next day to see the other man, but his Lord and not permitted it. The risk was too high to venture out to often, especially with the wizarding community on high alert after the debacle at the Ministry in June. But it frustrated Rabastan to no end.

Thankfully Malfoy Manor was huge, so there was plenty of room to roam. He turned down another hallway and ran into Rodolphus coming in the other direction.

His older brother let out a grunt at the sudden impact. "What are you doing?"

"Same as you I imagine" Rabastan answered with a sigh as they both began to walk.

Rodolphus nodded in understanding. "It's like I get more restless, more anxious as the days go by."

"I'm even struggling to sleep" he said with a weary sigh.

They continued to walk, ignoring the rooms they passed and the curious looks they gathered from said rooms occupants.

In one of the rooms, The Dark Lord, Lucius, Narcissa, Bellatrix and Carmel sat. They watched the two men walk morosely passed the door.

It was Wednesday night and they were enjoying a glass of wine after dinner.

"Something is not right with them my Lord, they've been wandering around like that for nearly a week, that Harry at the Pickle has done something to them. Cast a spell, slipped them a love potion, something!? I implore you let me pay him a visit, I'll make him reveal what he's done!" Bella stopped talking, a sinister grin spreading across her face and Voldemort was forcibly reminded of the unstable alter ego she presented to the world.

"He may have even hoodwinked those pair to try to get close to you my Lord, there would be some people who are aware of who you are."

Lord Voldemort held up a hand to silence the rambling witch.

"I appreciate the offer Bella, but I feel this mission will require a little more finesse than what you may provide."

Bella pouted at the words, but at least looked happy that he was taking the threat seriously.

"He is already going to a quidditch match with Flint and Warrington, I will simply ask them to bring him here to me after the match."

Everyone looked suitably impressed with the idea.

"If it turns out that he has done nothing though, he will be free to go. If, however, he has harmed Rabastan and Rodolphus in some way, you may have your fun Bella."

Bellatrix smiled happily at those words, the thought of punishing someone who had harmed her family deeply satisfying.

"I don't know" Carmel interrupted. "If he was trying to hoodwink Rabastan and Rodolphus why has he made no effort to contact them, no move of any kind?"

"Perhaps he is waiting for them to contact him" Narcissa theorised as she took a sip of her wine. "You can't deny that if our Lord had not stopped them, they both would have been in contact with Harry the very next day, after seeing him on the weekend."

"That is true" Carmel agreed.

The group lapsed into thoughtful silence.

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Harry though unaware of his soulmate's dramas had been suffering just as much.

His chest ached and he had been unable to get a decent night's sleep in days, tossing and turning all night long. He was eating even less than usual and considering how little he usually ate this was indeed worrying. He felt weak and it was becoming increasing difficult to even pull himself out of bed each morning.

He had hoped that Rabastan and Rodolphus would come back to see him, were they not feeling the pull to be with him like he was feeling the pull towards them? Or perhaps it was just easy for them to ignore. He had decided that next time they came in he would talk to them, hopefully he could get them on their own so he would have a chance to explain everything without being cursed.

He let out a despondent sigh as he continued down Knockturn Alley to Terence's shop, thankful for the glamour that made him look like everything was OK.

He pushed open the door and smiled as Arnold floated over to him.

"Hello Harry, it's good to see you again" the ghost greeted cheerfully.

Harry sent the ghost a small smile in return. "Hey Arnold, it's good to see you again as well."

Harry looked around the store a little, taking in the shelves of potions. There were a few customers around browsing, being helped by Terence's dad, Trevor, at the moment.

"Is Terence ready? He said he needed my help with some deliveries this morning."

"He is just finishing packing up the potions, you can go back and help if you like?"

"Sure" Harry said easily, slipping past Arnold into the back room, where he found Terence busy packing various potions into boxes.

"Harry" Terence greeted him happily when he spotted the blue-eyed man.

Harry smiled at the warm greeting. He had only known Terrence for a few weeks, but he already counted him as a friend.

"Need a hand?" Harry enquired.

"I'm just finishing up packing the potions, could you please put the lids on the boxes and shrink them."

Harry nodded and pulled out his wand. His new wand was working well for him, though it was taking him a little while to adjust. His magic seemed stronger with this wand, and it took more concentration to put the right amount of power into his spells.

He waved his wand as he muttered the spell and the lids floated up, landing on a box and sealing themselves, before he shrunk them into an easier to transport size.

Terence packed the shrunken boxes into a bag and off they went, bidding farewell to Trevor and Arnold as they left.

"Thanks for your help today Harry, I could do it myself, but it will be much more pleasant to have your company."

Harry while appreciating the sentiment and enjoyed spending time with his friend probably would've preferred spending the morning in bed trying to catch up on some sleep. Nether the less, he gave Terence a small smile.

"Happy to help. Where are we off to first?"

"How about you head to Clarise's and I will head to Delizioso' we can meet in the middle when we're done."

With that Terence reached into his bag and pulled out one small box and handed it to Harry. Harry took the box gently in his hands, mindful that it was full of expensive potions and wandered off. Thankfully Clarise wasn't one for idle chatter, as Harry didn't think he had it in him today. She took the box, handed over the money with a grunted thanks before disappearing into the back room. Harry stood still for a moment at the abruptness of the transaction before smiling slightly. He was beginning to appreciate the woman's matter of fact attitude. He knew that she would treat anyone who walked into her shop exactly the same, and it was very refreshing to be treated just the same as everybody else.

He wandered back out onto the street and started heading in the direction of Delizioso', hoping to catch Terence along the way.

He made it all the way to Delizioso' with no sign of Terence so Harry assumed he was still inside chatting. The shop's owner was known to be a bit of a gossip and Terence always got all the latest news from her. Harry decided to wait out the front of the shop, leaning against the wall and enjoying the morning sun on his face. He closed his eyes and listened to the hustle and bustle of the street around him. His chest ached and his wrists were throbbing where he knew Rabastan and Rodolphus's names were scrawled in elegant script. His body was punishing him for not being with his soulmates, he knew it was, but at the moment he didn't see anything he could do about it.

He flinched when he felt someone tap his shoulder. Heart racing, he turned to find Terence beside him, an ice cream in each hand.

"Sorry about that, I didn't mean to scare you. Here I got you a little thank you for your help today." He said, handing over a large ice cream cone.

Harry looked at Terence in surprise. "Oh, thank you. You didn't have to do anything though; I was happy to help."

Terence just waved away his words and started in on his own ice cream, mint choc chip.

"I wasn't sure what you liked so I just got rocky road, I hope that's ok?"

"I love rocky road" Harry said with a warm smile, and Terence grinned, happy to have guessed right.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, both enjoying their ice creams.

They stopped outside Borgin and Burkes, and Terence handed Harry another case of shrunken potions.

"Can you please take these into Mr Borgin, I will take the next case down to the Menagerie."

And so, the morning went, dropping off potions and chatting away.

It was hard, Harry didn't want to lie to Terence, but he also couldn't tell him the truth. He tried a mixture of the both, trying to keep things light and not delve into all the shit that he had been through. As they talked, he got the feeling that Terence knew he wasn't being 100% truthful but the older man didn't say anything.

"So, on Saturday night we will meet you out the front of The Pickle at 6pm and we can apparate to the game. You haven't been to the stadium before have you? If you like I can side-a-long apparate with you, just to make sure you don't get lost?"

Harry who couldn't actually apparate let out a sigh of relief at such an easy solution to a problem. Though he made a mental note to look into where he could learn to apparate outside of Hogwarts.

"That would be great, thank you Terence."

Terence offered to shout him lunch as a thank you for all his help that morning, but Harry who was feeling worse than ever declined in favour of having a sleep before work that night.

Terence gave him a concerned look as he walked back towards his family shop, but Harry was too tired to care much about that, as he climbed the stairs to his room and fell face first onto his bed. Asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

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Harry stood out the front of the Leaky Pickle at 5:55 on Saturday evening, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through him.

He was excited to be going to see a professional quidditch match, his first, aside from the quidditch world cup. He was also excited to be going out with some friends, without the worry of being Harry Potter. No expectations, no cheering or jeering from the public. Just Harry, enjoying some time with a friend. It was also very nice to have a distraction from his constantly worsening soulmate dilemma. Before he could dwell on it too much, he spotted Terence, Flint, Pucey and Warrington striding toward him.

He gave all four a hesitant smile, but Terence was the only one to return it. Flint and Warrington looked resigned and Pucey looked a little ill.

Terence greeted him with a big smile, ignoring his friend's behaviour or simply not noticing.

"All ready to go?"

"Sure am" Harry replied, trying to stay upbeat and enthusiastic.

The five walked to an apparition area of Knockturn Alley, Pucey, Flint and Warrington apparated away while Terence took a hold of Harry's arm and they joined them a moment later.

Harry who had never apparated before stumbled to the side and would've face planted into the ground if Terence didn't have had such a firm hold on Harry's arms.

"All right there Harry?" he enquired kindly and Harry just nodded to afraid that he would throw up if he tried to speak.

Harry took a few deep breaths, calming his stomach and looked around. They had landed in a large apparition station outside of a big stadium. Terence quickly ushered them out of the area so they wouldn't be accidentally squished under another person apparating in.

The stadium was large, though not as huge as the stadium had been for the quidditch world cup. It was like a stadium that you would go and watch a football match at. There were people walking everywhere. Vendors selling their wares, some food, some drinks and some merchandise of the two teams playing.

The atmosphere was intoxicating. Wherever he looked he saw people smiling, laughing, talking excitedly with friends and family. He couldn't help but smile and let the atmosphere of the game take a hold of him. The others must've been similarly affected as when Harry turned to look at them, they were all smiling happily.

They started their trek into the stadium.

It turned out that Warrington was a huge United fan, so he and Terence had a friendly bet going on over the outcome of the game.

"Canons don't stand a chance, what with Roberts out with injury. Your replacement seeker is a joke." Terence bristled at the outrageous accusation.

"I will have you know Meed is well and truly up to the task. Our seeker might be out, but rumour has it your keeper is also injured, though he's still going to play tonight. Do you think the injury will hamper his performance?"

Pucey just rolled his eyes at the exchange. "Ignore them Harry, they always act like this whenever United and Canons play."

Flint walking next to him grunted in agreement.

Harry, who was no stranger to friends arguing just nodded in agreement.

They found their seats quickly enough and Harry sat with Terence on his left and Flint on his right. Pucey was next to Flint then Warrington on the other end. Apparently is was common practice to put as much space between the pair as possible during a match.

Harry sat excited as the players took to the field. He had decided to go for the Canons, simply to offer his support to his friend. But alas it was not meant to be, with United beating the Canons by 80 points.

The match had been exciting though, with the Canons leading for most of the game. Terence had screamed himself hoarse cheering on his team and Harry was afraid he had developed permanent hearing loss after sitting next to him the whole game. The seeker for United had been too good though, capturing the snitch after an edge of your seat dive that had the whole stadium gasping.

Harry had even started to develop a rapport with Flint during the match, both of them rolling their eyes at the other boy's enthusiasm or talking excitedly after a particularly exciting bit of flying. Harry hoped that maybe Flint was warming to him and that they could possibly develop a friendship of their own over time.

They walked out of the stadium, pushing through the rush of people, Harry slowed unsure how to ask for help to apparate. He was saved the trouble when Flint offered to side-a-long apparate him back to the Leaky Pickle. Harry, too relieved to have to have a solution to his problem readily accepted.

Terence shot them a look of surprise as Flint wrapped his arm around Harry's waist, but before he could voice any objection the pair were gone in a whirl of suffocating heat.

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Rodolphus and Rabastan made their way through Malfoy Manor, they were both exhausted and beyond frustrated. Their Lord had yet to let them return to the Leaky Pickle, it was Saturday night and they usually went there for dinner on the weekend anyway, but still they weren't allowed. No one was. Something was going on, but the brothers weren't exactly sure what.

They arrived at the large guest parlour to find it more populated than expected.

The Dark Lord was there, along with Bella, Carmel, Lucius, Narcissa, Draco and Blaise.

The brothers looked around in confusion.

Rodolphus felt his eyes narrow in suspicion as all conversation stopped when they entered the room. They now found themselves the focus of seven sets of eyes, all watching them intently.

"What's going on?" Rabastan asked.

No one answered. Instead Lord Voldemort gestured to two seats next to Lucius.

The brothers took their seats, eyeing the room warily.

To their surprise Lucius was the first to speak.

"We have all been concerned with your behaviour over the last week or so. You are restless, anxious, you aren't eating or sleeping well and all you seem able to focus on is Harry, that man from the Leaky Pickle."

Rodolphus nodded in understanding, he had been concerned as well. That's why they had wanted to go to the Pickle, to try and talk to Harry and figure out what was going on.

Lucius continued talking, they had obviously decided he was the spokesperson for the evening.

"Some of us were concerned that you may have been affected by some kind of spell or love potion so we made the decision to bring Harry here so that he can be questioned to determine if he has done something nefarious to you pair."

It took Rodolphus a moment to process what Lucius had said, but when he did the idea of Harry being forcefully taken anywhere sent anger coursing through his veins strong and hot.

He jumped from his seat and was not surprised to see Rabastan doing the same beside him.

"What do you mean you're bringing him here? Against his will?" Rabastan hissed eyes flashing.

"See! This is what we mean!" Bella exclaimed. "That is not your normal reaction. We are just worried about you."

"Then why not let us visit Harry at the Pickle, like we have asked to do multiple times this week?" Rodolphus asked, scowling at the room in general.

"We couldn't risk that, that might've been Harry's plan all along, to try to lure you back for whatever reason."

Before Rodolphus could articulate an appropriate response, there was a flash and two bodies landed with a loud thump. The one with auburn hair stumbling before he managed to right himself.

"Harry," Rodolphus gasped.