This is an idea that's been playing in my head for sometime now. I'd like to expand on this verse depending on how my muse co-operates. It's basically a soulmate!verse fic.

It's kind of pre-slash due to their ages here, but they're meant to progress to a romantic couple due to the entire idea of them being each other's soulmate :)

The voice had been with him for as long as he could remember. Even the memories of his childhood, otherwise foggy and hazy, contained the clear memory of the voice.

It was as if Harry had always been able to hear the voice. Soft and cultured, it usually only appeared to him in his dreams, but sometimes, when the bullying from Dudley and the lack of food and abuse from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia got to be too much, he could hear it even when he was awake.

It didn't say anything special, to be honest. Nor did the person whose voice it was – definitely male, and probably around his age, from the sound of it– ever talk to him directly. In fact, whenever he heard the voice, it was when the other boy was doing daily, commonplace things, like talking to his parents.

Most of what the boy behind the voice said was gobbledygook for Harry. There was constant mention of spell, magic, a place called diagonally? None of it made any sense to Harry, but he found he didn't care. The boy might be strange, but his voice was the only constant apart from the hatred of his relatives that Harry had had since he was a baby. As far as he was concerned, a little strangeness was forgivable.

There was a part of Harry that wondered if the boy in his head ever heard Harry in his dreams, or if he even existed in real life at all. But he refused to spend too much time thinking about that – belief that the other boy existed was the only thing that kept Harry sane some days. Besides, the sound of the other boy's voice hit Harry at a soul-deep level. Somehow, somewhere within him, he recognized that voice as belonging to someone who was extremely important to him.

When Hagrid came and told him about the wizarding world, Harry was astounded. Most of it was because of the fact that it existed and that he – he, Harry Potter – was not only part of it, but also a famous part of the wizarding world!

Yet, there was a corner of his mind that kept on reminding him of the what the boy in his head talked about – magic, and spells, and Hogwarts, and the place called Diagon Alley, not diagonally. Would he meet the mysterious boy in this new world of his?

All thoughts of the voice in his head were quickly forgotten, however, once he actually entered Diagon Alley. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined a place like this, bustling with life, full of colour and odd items, creatures and books. For the first time, he truly felt that this was another world instead of being merely an extension of the non-magica– Muggle world.

Gringotts was breathtaking. A huge bank, bigger than any he had ever seen, and it was run by goblins! Goblins! Harry couldn't believe his eyes when he first saw them – who would have ever thought goblins were real? And he – he – had inherited a huge vault filled to the brim with gold! Thank God the Dursleys never knew of its existence, or Harry was certain they would have drained it completely.

And then Hagrid dropped him off in front of a place called Madam Malkin's, and told him that he would be able to buy his school uniform inside, something the giant of a man was not needed for.

When he walked in, his eyes immediately went to the pale, blond boy at the front of the shop who was being fitted for what looked to be the Hogwarts uniform. The boy seemed to be about his age, and Harry wondered if he would finally be able to make his first friend. Surely he would not be seen as the odd, weird little boy here where he apparently belonged?

He walked up to the kindly looking lady who was helping the blond boy with his robes and waited until she noticed him. Once she had started fitting his robes, the blond boy turned to face him, looking at him interestedly.

"Hello," he said, "Hogwarts too?"

Harry stopped, utterly shocked. That voice – he knew that voice. He'd heard it in his dreams. He had hoped that he would find its owner in the wizarding world, but to do so so easily? He had never hoped for that.

"What's wrong with you?" the boy asked, jolting him out of his thoughts.

Harry shook his head and smiled at the boy, offering his hand. "Nothing," he said, "Yeah, I'm going to Hogwarts too. I'm Harry Potter. And you are?"

Judging by the shocked look on his face and the widening of his eyes in recognition at hearing Harry's voice, before Harry had introduced himself, the blond had heard his voice in his mind too.

"Draco Malfoy," the boy replied, taking his hand.

And as he smiled at Harry, Harry knew that now that they'd found each other, everything would work out fine.

"We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken." - Fyodor Dostoyevski

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For:

The If You Dare Challenge, Prompt 829. Hear My Voice

OTP Bootcamp, Prompt 42. Young

Colours Competition, Purple (negative)

Fantastic Beasts Challenge, Tebo

Monopoly Challenge