Molly was not a person to panic, except where her children were concerned. In the case of her children she could panic for England, often tearing through everything in her way to relieve whatever happened to be the source of the panic. The worst times where when there was nothing that she could do and so when she found Ginny unconscious in St Mungos with a gold aura around her that prevented anyone touching her, she really panicked. She had just been talking to Harry Potter, trying to get him to tell them what happened to him, when he had looked at Ginny and froze in place.

The thing that shocked her most was the look on each of their faces. Both of them looked like they were blind people seeing the sun for the first time. The awe and wander in their faces was astonishing. They had looked at each other and then Ginny had got up and walked toward him, both raising their arms to take each other's hands. When they touched, golden light shot from their hands in thick cylinders, wrapping themselves around the two in a cage, then a web and finally all merging to form a glowing aura around them.

Then they collapsed.

Harry slumped back onto the bed and Ginny pitched forward to lie next to him. At the same time a wave of magic had pulsed out from them, knocking Symworth and Molly backwards against the wall. The wave was so powerful that the entire building shook like there was an earthquake. An hour later, here were the same healers who had tended Harry when he was first brought in, surrounding the pair, trying to figure out what had happened and if the children where any in danger. However none of their spells could reach them and no-one and nothing could touch them.

In a locked room in the department of mysteries, a song changed. It started as two separate pieces, each flowing in different ways and yet while there was elegance in the music there was no harmony. The pieces belonged together but they weren't. Finally the note was played and there was a beauty that would shatter the hardest heart, both flowing together and inseparable, to do so would shatter the music. On an ancient scroll of music in the middle of the room, words began to appear.

Needless to say, Molly was frantic. She had so far been given three doses of calming draught and she still tried to get to her daughter. Just then a distraction arrived in the shape of an auror and professor Dumbledore. Both stopped dead looking at the two children lying beneath a golden aura that nothing could enter.

"the Ministry picked up a pulse of accidental magic on a scale never seen before and I was sent to investigate." The auror explained. "what in the name of Merlin is going on?"

"We talked and he said and they looked and they touched and light and...and," gasped Molly, starting to hyperventilate. One of the healers grabbed a bottle and poured it down her throat. She calmed enough to stop hyperventilating and sat down.

"What happened?" asked Dumbledore.

"we don't know," said Symworth concerned. "We were talking to Harry and suddenly he broke off. Ginny there," he continued gesturing at Ginny who was still lying next to Harry, their hands linked and their bodies having shifted so they where embracing each other. "Ginny there and Harry were looking at each other and Ginny got up, walked to him and when they touched this shield sprung up. They both passed out and there was a pulse of magic that knocked Molly and I off our feet. Nothing we've been able to do has been able to affect them, that shield is blocking anything and everything we do."

"We need to get through to them soon Symworth," said another. "if we don't start the nerve potions soon he might not be able to use his arm again."

"Wait start from the beginning, start with how they came to be in the hospital," said Dumbledore impatiently.

"Ginny and I were at home cooking," Molly began in a tight voice, higher pitched than usual due to stress. "Ginny said that she felt a strange pull, like something in her was pulling her to go somewhere. Having felt it myself I believed her and went with her when we followed it. When we crested the hill Ginny felt a pain in her arm, like when she had broken it but less intense. We spotted Harry and three muggles in the distance, though we couldn't tell much about them at that distance.

"about halfway down the hill Ginny started limping like she had sprained her ankle but there was nothing wrong with it. Harry and the muggles had stopped by the stream and Harry was looking at it. We could tell something was wrong and we moved faster. Harry seemed to know we were there, he said later that he felt the pull as well. Then those..." her voice choked up in rage. "those creatures attacked him. They stabbed him again and again, the man, woman and boy. I knocked all three out and bound them. My sons had been playing quidditch and they came racing over on their brooms. Harry was hurt so bad, I told bill to watch the muggles till help came and sent Charlie to call the aurors."

"So that's what happened with those three muggles we took in a few hours ago," the auror commented.

"Yes," Molly continued. "I took Ginny because she demanded to come and knew she was shaken by what had happened and apparated here. The healers managed to fix his worst and most recent wounds but there were still more." She looked at Symworth.

"His wounds were some of the worst I've ever seen," he began. "He had a total of fourteen stab wounds to his chest, stomach and shoulders. He also had multiple broken ribs, a fractured ankle and his left arm broken in six places. Not to mention many cuts and bruises." He took a deap breath.

"Unfortunately that's not the end of it," he continued. "Our diagnostic spells show that he has many older injuries that have not been given proper treatment. He was also critically malnourished and on the brink of starvation and was seriously dehydrated. He has obviously been neglected and abused for quite some time, possibly as long as four years. His magical core has been sustaining him for quite some time, it was almost entirely expended and it was taking a very long time for any of our potions to have any effect."

Both Dumbledore and the auror were looking ill and horrified.

"They managed to get the worst injuries dealt with and got Harry so that he wasn't in mortal peril, but," Molly paused to take a breath. "his nerves had been damaged and the older injuries were still there, much more magic would make him ill. Ginny had passed out but she was very pale, when Harry's colour returned so did hers. He was unconscious for a few hours and we got him to talk a bit. Somehow Ginny knew he was in pain and where, like she could feel it too. Then they looked at each other..." she trailed off.

Dumbledore looked shocked.

"Do you have any idea what is happening?" One of the other healers asked.

"I have my suspicions, this fits most of the criteria for the idea though it has never been heard of to occur in any child, let alone two this young," he answered slowly. We should wait till they wake up, in the meantime, Masen," he said turning to the auror. "Could you ask Maria Elmswood from the department of mysteries to bring the Singing Scroll here if there are any new additions to it?"

"Of course," she replied and left the room.

Several minutes past with everyone waiting to see what would happen.

"Is the aura getting paler?" Molly blurted out suddenly.

"Why yes it appears so," Dumbledore said looking at the glowing golden shield. "Let us see what will occour when it is gone."

Harry was floating again. He knew that this was the same place that he was before he woke in the hospital, but it had changed. The music was different, smoother and more harmonious than before. There seemed to be two parts, one coming from him, and one coming from elsewhere. The sky also was no longer a chaotic swirl of colours; it was now a smooth pattern of green, chocolate brown and deep gold. He walked, or maybe glided or flew, in the colour world, trying to find the other part of the music.

Up ahead he saw someone, wandering like he was.

"Hello!" he called.

The person turned and suddenly they were face to face, just a meter apart.

"Harry?" the girl said. He recognised her instantly, she was the girl who had touched him in the hospital with the brown eyes that captured his.

"Ginny?" he asked. "What are you doing here? Is this a dream?"

"I was going to ask you that," she said. "this doesn't feel like a dream."

"I was here before I woke up in the hospital," said Harry. "The music was different then and there were more colours, but they looked wierd, there was no pattern."

"it was the same for me when I passed out in the hospital," she replied.

"How did I get better," Harry asked. "Everything was fading and it hurt so bad. I'm not complaining but how did it happen."

"The healers used magic to make you better," Ginny replied.

"But magic doesn't exist," he argued confused. Magic didn't exist but then how did he get better so fast.

He suddenly realised that he had been talking to her for so long and asking so many questions and yet no one had shouted at him or hit him. He was allowed to talk to her, and for some reason he trusted her.

They sat down together, and Ginny explained all about magic and the world that she lived in. As she did so he could see flashes of it, like he was remembering something only he'd never done it. At the same time he could here words other than what she was speaking.

"wait just a minute," he asked.

What, whats wrong I'm not boring him am i? You idiot Ginny, you shouldn't have talked to much. Now he'll...

"No you're not boring me," Harry said.

What? I didn't say that did I? Oh no, no, no!

"I could hear you, but you didn't say anything," he said surprised. What's going on.

"I don't know but I'd like to find out," Ginny said.

Wait, can you hear this?

"Yeah I heard you," Ginny replied. How did that happen? I didn't see his mouth move.

WE CAN HEAR EACH OTHERS THOUGHTS! He thought in astonishment.

"WHAT?" Ginny cried. No WAY! How can we hear each other's thoughts?

I don't know, he thought back. Did you ever have a magical swing that would go all the way around?

How did you know that? Ginny thought. Wait did you have to sleep in a CUPBOARD?

I think we can see each other's memories as well, he thought. He looked through his memories and felt something else there in his mind. Like some part of his mind was thinking for itself. With a start he realised this was Ginny's mind.

I can feel you in my mind, she said with a mixture of astonishment, awe, embarrassment and joy.

He remembered the stories his father told him as he sat reading the stories of Harry Potter, how he'd vanquished the Dark Lord Voldemort.

She remembered the flash of green light that haunted her dreams and the high pitched laugh.

They sat in silence, both verbal and mental as they flowed through each others memories.

Finally they got to the attack. They each felt the pull to the other and remembered the pain that they shared. They remembered Molly blasting the Dursleys away from Harry, and apparating to st mungos. They remembered the way their eyes locked and they couldn't look away.

At the end Harry knew that Ginny would never hurt him. She cared for him and he cared for her. He needed her. Ginny knew Harry needed the support she would give him. They didn't know how or why or what had happened but they knew each other and would do their best to help each other.

As they realised this the world began to fade...

On the bed in st mungos, two pairs of eyes snapped open mere inches apart.

Did you go through...?

Yeah your relatives were so horrible, I'm so sorry.

It's all right.

"Ginny! Harry! Are you okay?" a voice cried from the side. They both turned their heads to see just as Molly wrapped her arms around Ginny.

"Are you okay? Can you hear me dear?" she asked frantically.

"I'm fine mum," Ginny said.

Molly picked Ginny up off the bed in a bone cracking hug. As she cleared the bed both stiffened and cried out in pain, their bodies twitching and writhing. A gold thread appeared linking the two children together and with a flash of light Molly was thrown across the room and Ginny darted toward Harry, the thread pulling her like a fish on a line. The golden shield glowed around them as they came back into contact, fading after a few seconds. As Molly picked herself up shocked, they both started to talk.

"Howhat isd hapeingow..." they stopped, their words where garbled and mixed but identical coming from both mouths. They turned to face each other but their bodies flailed all over the place, their torsos snapped around in one direction while their heads turned another and their arms twitching in all directions. Both cried out in fear but the cries were garbled but the same again.

Suddenly the bed spread caught on fire, flames licking over Harry. He cried fire and slapped at it trying to put it out as he jerked back. Ginny mimicked him precicesly and at the same time her voice closer to Harry's than her own. The fire vanished.

"Stop!" cried Dumbledore.

They both froze.

"Now don't do anything unless I tell you to," he said. "I want to test something; Harry will you please raise your right hand to shoulder height? Ginny just relax and do nothing."

Harry did as he was told and raised his right arm. So did Ginny.

"Ginny he told you to do nothing," scolded Molly.

"I didn't do anything," both said. "My arm lifted on its own."

They were interrupted by Masen returning and the two heard the music that was in there shared dream.

"The music," they whispered. "It's so beautiful."

"I know Gin," they whispered back.

"You can hear the music?" asked Dumbledore.

"Yes," they both said at the same time.

Dumbledore thanked Masen and took the scroll. Written on the scroll was the words;

Harry James Potter and Ginnevra Molly Weasley. Soul Bonded 16 June 1986

"Soul Bond," he breathed.

He turned to the rest of the people in the room. "It appears that my suspicions were correct."

"Well what happened? How bad is it? How do we stop it?" Molly urged.

"This is not a bad thing, in fact it is one of the rarest and most beautiful things in the world," he said. "As for stopping it, that is neither desirable nor possible. Attempting to stop this will kill both of them. While I will not say the path they're on will be easy I can assure you that it will bring them both happiness."

"What happened to them?" Molly asked again.

"Not yet, let us see to their health first," Dumbledore replied.

The healers taking their cue descended on the children. One tried to take Ginny off the bed only to have the same reaction as Molly.

"I'm afraid that the two need to spend the next month at least in physical contact," said Dumbledore. "As you can see, separation leads to large outbursts of magic and physical pain for them."

The healers quickly ran diagnostics. Confused they consulted for a second and repeated. Looking baffled they called a fourth healer to do the same.

"What is it," demanded Molly.

"Nothing bad," Symworth replied. "When we last scanned Harry, he still had many injuries, many of which would take months to heal. However they simply, aren't there anymore."

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asked.

"The knife wound to the shoulder severed the nerves to his left arm," he explained. "It should have taken a month of potions and exercise to restore the nerves. Right now however, there is no damage and barely any sign that there ever was any damage."

"That's interesting," Dumbledore mused. "a new avenue to this."

"Dumbledore!" Molly shouted. "What is going on! If you know something about this TELL US!"

"There is no cause for alarm," he assured her. Turning to the healers, "This is an extremely private matter and as such I must ask you to leave. Now."

While it was a polite request his tone obviously allowed no argument. The healers filed out. Symworth turned in the doorway. "are you sure there is no risk?" he asked. "Just hours ago Harry was at deaths door, how are we supposed to be sure he will not have side effects?"

"I assure you Symworth there is no danger to their health," Dumbledore replied. With that he left shutting the door behind him.

"Now we have privacy," Dumbledore said. "What I can tell you is that Harry and Ginny are now soul bonded."

"Soul bonded?" gasped Molly. "That's supposed to be a myth."

"No it's just extremely rare," he replied.

"What does soul bonded mean" Ginny and Harry intoned with Ginny's voice.

"How are they speaking like that?" Molly asked alarmed.

"I have a theory, and soul bonded means that your souls are joined," Dumbledore replied. "this is a very rare occourance and only occours between true soul mates. The bonding gives many abilities, has some requirements and progresses in several stages, Harry and Ginny are currently in the first which lasts usually between 12 and 24hours."

"Soul mates," gasped Harry. He turned to Ginny suddenly. "Wait I can't hear you anymore,"

"Same," she replied. "Do you think it's gone?"

"I hope not," Harry said. "it was nice to talk like that."

"Ah this is typical for this stage of the bond," Dumbledore said. "The first stage is the most chaotic and frightening for those who do not know what to expect. There are five known stages though it is theorised that there are in fact seven. We know of five because a previous bond reached that stage. Soul bonds reach at least the third or fourth stages but there is only one known bond that reached the fifth and the other two if they exist are a mystery." He paused.

"The first stage is the joining," he continued. "it starts when the couple first touches while looking into each others eyes, though there is a pull to do that before the bond is formed. During this stage the bond is unstable and the strength of the bone fluctuates wildly. From the level you see now, just requiring contact, too what you experienced before with accidental magic and other unidentified phenomena. The length of this stage is a measure of the streangth of the bond, as well as revealing some of the abilities that you will recieve. I take it that you can talk in each others minds?" he asked.

"Yes, I saw all his memories too," Ginny said.

"That's interesting. The longer the stage lasts the more powerful the bond is and the more stages the couple reaches. The longest is 28 hours and that was Merlin. The second stage is simply the requirement to have physical contact; the bonded pairs need to have constant physical contact for at least 2 weeks, sometimes as much as three months. I mean 24/7 contact." All three people gasped.

"Youat deen oggu" cried Harry and Ginny together.

"How can they do that?" Molly shouted. "They cannot be together permanently!"

"I know this is difficult but there is nothing we can do to change it," said Dumbledore simply. "If the bond is severed both of them will die. If they don't get the nessesary contact they can become physically and emotionally ill. With the power that their now joined and enhanced magical cores have that could have disastrous consequences. The good news is that the stronger bonds, while the urge for physical contact is stronger, the required time for constant contact is shorter.

"The third stage is where the couples minds merge, this enables constant communication. The couple can hear each others thoughts anywhere and there is no way to sever the link unless initiated by one of the bonded people."

"What does that mean," Molly asked.

"Simply it means that the two can block access to and from their minds against each other, to keep a secret or if they are angry or hurt," Dumbledore replied. "The stronger bonds also give the pair a natural talent for the mind arts: occlumency and legilimency. It appears that Harry and Ginny have taken it a step further and they can share memories.

"the fourth stage is where they share senses. Couples usually share sight. I'm going to test to see what extent you two share senses."

He flicked his wand and Ginny was now blindfolded with a peg on her nose and ear plugs. "Harry just think of a random thing and don't let your senses distract you, just stare straight ahead," he instructed.

He conjured an animal. "What have I conjured Ginny?" he asked.

"A kitten," she replied correctly.

"That is sight and sound," he said. He flicked his wand and Harry's vision was blocked by a blindfold. Dumbledore then summoned a flower and held it under Ginny's nose. "What does she smell?"

"It's a flower," he replied. "a red rose."

"correct."

He tapped Harry six times. "how many times did I tap Harry and where?"

"Once on the hand, once on the elbow, twice on the head, once on the chest and once on the leg," Ginny answered.

"Perfect."

He summoned a rasher of bacon and some fruit. He told Harry to open his mouth, "what does Harry taste,"

"Bacon," she replied and went onto name all the fruits he tried.

"That is excellent!" said Dumbledore pleased and with a flick removed the blindfolds, peg and earplugs.

"Your aura, I didn't notice it before," Ginny commented. "It's white red and gold but is has some grey bands. Courage, power, and happiness mostly, but deep down there's an old pain and regret."

Dumbledore looked astonished. Not only do they have shared senses they developed another one! He thought.

"That is aura vision, a very rare gift, there are few who have it," he said looking mightily impressed.

"Thank you," both said.

"What is with that speaking? It's really starting to scare me," Molly said.

"I believe it's part of the fith stage," Dumbledore said. "In the fifth stage, couples are able to control each others bodys."

"What like the imperius curse?" gasped Molly.

"No they can allow each other control," Dumbledore replied. "Though they seem to unconsciously controlling each other. That is what you saw earlier with their incomprehensible speech; both tried to talk for each other at the same time. I will try another test to see the level of control they have." He gave Ginny a potion. "That potion will put you to sleep, are you okay with Harry controlling your body while you sleep?" he asked kindly.

They looked at each other and nodded. Ginny took the potion and drank it down in one gulp.