All he has is a simple dot on his arm. It's not a mole. It's not a freckle. It's a black, round dot set in his forearm.

His parents take him to many doctors, but they can't find why it's there. It's not a disease, it's not unnatural sunburn — it's a mere, black dot, inked on his skin. It won't come off.

Thankfully, it's not huge, so it doesn't stand out too much on his arm — whenever he wears short sleeves, everyone mistakes it for a mole, and he doesn't bother correcting him. Why would he explain an imperfection?

One day, he gets a letter in the mail.


Magic. He's a wizard. It sounds awfully far-fetched, but it's real. He's going to a school that teaches magic.

Magic, the old man tells him — Professor Dumbledore, he recalls. He's a nice old man, and he tells Remus everything about magic, answers his and his parents' questions.

Magic he tells them. He has magic in his veins, a tremendous power bestowed upon so many, yet so few. Many people abuse it, yet it's helped wizardkind in so many ways.

It takes his parents a lot of persuasion, but they finally agree to send him to this Hogwarts.

He is thrilled.


His dot finally starts moving — he reckons it must be associated with magic, since he's a wizard after all — and he starts to vibrate with excitement.

His dot starts to move in one direction and he's magnetically pulled along — his feet carry him, his eyes transfixed with awe on the dot. Where is it taking him?

There's another boy, a boy with inky black hair and nervous silver eyes, surrounded by his family.

"Sirius, son, don't worry," the man says. "You have your kin to guide you. As long as you are sorted into Slytherin, of course."

"Sirius" nods apprehensively. "What if...what if I don't?" he asks, his voice quavering.

"Don't worry, you shall be," his mother says firmly. "Now, hurry along, Sirius, you don't want to miss the train."

"Of course," he says and hurries in his direction. His own dot tugs him forward, towards the boy.

"Hullo," he says, stepping into Sirius's path. "I'm Remus."

"Sirius."

"I'm Remus." He sticks out a hand politely, like his mum taught him. Sirius hesitates before taking it, a shy grin on his face.

The dot crawls along Remus's arm and bursts as it reaches his finger. Remus watches with awe as Sirius's dot races to meet it, also exploding.

"Wow," is all he can say. "I guess that makes us friends, then?"

"Friends, I suppose," Sirius says, his grin blossoming.


Romance Awareness - Ink marks (similar to tattoos) are on your body. When your soulmate is in the vicinity, it will slowly move in their direction. When you touch, they connect.

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