A/N: I don't own anything you recognize
Their eyes met in the dream, black to her brown. She knew him, knew him in her heart, in her soul, knew who he was to her. The word soulmate had swirled around in her mind since she'd been old enough to understand it.
This man was hers, this man with his dark eyes, his stern features, he was her soulmate. It should have been a shocking revelation, him obviously appearing to be so much older than her, but somehow, she knew there was more to it, more to all of this than the touch they shared in her dreams.
She woke up, a smile on her face. Professor McGonagall had told her that she'd been approved for use of a time turner so she could take all the classes she wanted. A small thought nagged the back of her mind, a small thought about time, about the spinning device full of golden sand, the chain around her neck.
There was something there, something that meant something, but she couldn't puzzle it together, not until that night. Rescue Sirius, that was the plan. Everything was going perfectly, the full moon lighting her way, Harry running in front of her. Buckbeak was waiting for them, one wrong move. She didn't bow fast enough, the hippogriff taking offense, lunging at her. She fell back, the chain around her neck snapping, the time turner landing on the ground, her falling on top of it.
The world around her spun, so fast, so dizzying. She blinked. Daylight again, a hand in front of her face, offering to help her up. She took it, and looked into a pair of impossibly black eyes, no longer those of her potion's professor, but of a teenage boy, a boy her own age, a boy her heart beat for, her soul screamed for, and with a small smile, she understood how they had always been destined to be here and now, no noticeable age difference between them.