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someone on twitter said whittaker!master and then i blacked out and then this showed up on my ipad idk

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During their third year Hermione keeps disappearing and reappearing at random times, acting like nothing's happened. Harry and Ron are starting to get kind of annoyed, Hermione is obviously keeping a secret and while Harry wants to let it go and respect her privacy, Ron has grown up with 5 brothers and has no intention of letting her get away with it. Everytime Hermione reappears Ron asks "Blimey! Where did you come from?" with the same exact tone. Everytime he does it Harry rolls his eyes.

After the first month Harry is honestly surprised Hermione hasn't caught on, either she's being oblivious on porpouse (Wich she isn't, she couldn't lie for her life) or she's so distracted that she actually hasn't noticed anything.

After the second month, and a week of Hermione's hair being even more impossible than usual and the bags under her eyes begin to show Harry and Ron start to actually worry. Ron starts adding food to Hermione's plate every chance he has (it's lots of chances, Hermione is always eating with her head in a book lately). Harry starts to send her to bed after ten o'clock every day, forcefully taking her away from her books to stop her from falling asleep in the common room. She gets a bit better for a while.

And then they fight over a broom.

Harry can understand where Hermione comes from, but he seriously doubts an escaped convict would have the means to buy a top of the line broom (Harry checked, he'd have to spend over half the money in his trust vault for it). Also he can't help but remember every time the Dursley show him new toys only to take them away and give them all to Dudley. He knows Hermione isn't like them, but those kind of scars are even more pronounced than the one on his forehead.

Ron just feels so angry. He doesn't know why exactly but it's been building up for a while now. Scabbers might not be the best pet ever, but he's still his pet, he's loved by the whole family in that kind of jokey but really strong way the Weasleys love each other. He knows Scabbers is old and his parents have already been open with him about the possibility of him dying. The last thing the poor thing needs is a cat trying to eat him every other day. And Hermione just doesn't care. The fight over the broom feels more like a spark igniting something that was already there. Ron is all too used to the idea of everything he owns belonging to everyone, but he's also fed up of feeling like every single thing could be take away from him by Ginny or the Twins and never seen again.

Hermione gets worse again after that.

Harry goes up to his dormitory every night wanting to first send Hermione to bed, but he's just so angry and hurt, and he deserves a "sorry" at least, doesn't he?

Ron sees her cheeks hollowing in the next few weeks and his hand itch to put some more toast on her plate, he wants to take away her books and tell her to eat, but he takes one look at Scabbers and Harry and he gets angry again.

Once the broom is given back to Harry the tension seems to abate a bit. They tether on the edge for a while: Hermione looks at them sometimes and starts to cry everytime; Harry feels awful about the whole thing but he's still hurt; Ron mostly tries to ignore the whole thing, he's still so angry.

Neville (bless his heart) is the first to take a step. He walks up to Harry one evening and stumbles his way trough what is obviously a reharsed speech about how Hermione is obviously more important than a broom. It misses the point entirely, Harry finds himself incredibly angry about it for a split second. Then her reminds himself that no one but him could know about the Dursleys. He hasn't really told anyone about them. Maybe he could try and explain it to Hermione. The idea of coming clan about the things he suffered sends his heart in a frenzy, but Neville is right about one thing at least: Hermione is important to him, her and Ron are like two pieces of his heart he never knew he was missing.

So Harry takes Hermione and Ron and finds them a secluded place in the castle. Somewhere no teachers or prefect are following him around in that suffocating way. He talks to them about the Dursleys then. He focuses on the way they never give him anything, on the way they taunt him everytime a gift is given.

Hermione and Ron are horrified. Hermione starts crying and sobs her way through an apology, she tells him she loves him and she's sorry about the broom, she just wants him safe. They hug it out and Harry feels a huge weight lift from his shoulders.

Ron is silent at first but Harry and Hermione would never just let him get out of this, so they coax his anger out. He shouts at them and kicks a chair away while he stalks the room. He lays it all out, about Scabbers and how scared he is that his pet might die at any moment. Hermione is crying again by the end of it. She heals the bruise on his shin from the chair and then hugs him too. She promises to keep Crookshanks at bay and apologizes for her callousness.

Then she takes a breath and comes clean too. She takes the Time Turner our of her shirt to show it ti them, explains what she's doing with it, how stressful it all is. How she feels like her head is underwater half the time now. She never gets enough sleep and never has enough time to study no matter how many hours she turn back. She's always so tired.

They work toghether from then on, they watch out for Scabbers, who gets lost over and over. They watch out for Hermione so she studies a bit less and sleeps a but more. They watch out for Harry so that he knows they love him and that he's never a burden.

They become so close that people start to whisper around them, but they don't care. There are more important things in the world.

Like friendship, and bravery, and love.

#harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #Golden trio #Hermione is overworked #Harry is trumatised #Ron has too many feelings #They still love each other #angst with a happy ending #light angst #Maybe a bit of shipping

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in the universe where sirius is the first to find out that lily likes james — properly, seriously, undeniably fancies him — james has already expressed his desire to give up and move on and forget and other things along these lines. honestly sirius can't remember the exact details; he might have zoned out when the speech started to get a bit repetitive (which tends to happen during james's Lily Speeches TM). and, anyway, the relevant thing right now is just that at the end of that particular Lily Speech TM, james was like, no one remind me of her, okay, no one talk to me about her, i'm Moving On, i'm serious, which of course proceeded to derail them all because of course sirius had to go, no, i'm sirius actually. at that point the conversation had already gotten so convoluted and moot remus just opted to walk out, main point having been provided already (see: james is officially Moving On), dragging peter out of the room with him.

and, like, another factor to consider here, if you have a bit more time, is that the whole fucked up prank thing with snape is still kind of fresh-ish around this time. remus and sirius just started talking again. james is no longer looking at sirius with that gut-wrenching Look Of Doubt. (unbeknowst to sirius currently, this will be his brain's reference for vivid nightmares years later, when he's in azkaban and there's nothing else to do but bask in another fuck-up. the biggest one of his life. the Royal Fuck-Up, if you will, so big all his other fuck-ups might as well have not existed at all in their littleness.)

(but that's later.)

right now, post-prank, pre-james and lily dating and everything else that comes with that, the marauders are back to normal at last is what i'm saying. back to normal more or less. lessons were learned and lines were drawn and people are changed for the better, you know? and sirius will be the first to tell you now that what he did was fucked up, that he fucked up, and that at the core of that fuck-up was him being careless about a secret that was not his and had no business running his mouth around about. that is why, now, even though he's dying to, he doesn't tell james. it's not his secret. (and lily clearly doesn't want it shared.)

he doesn't tell james that the girl he's been in love with since forever has been looking at him A Certain Way for a while now, that she keeps ambushing sirius for half-hour interviews with questions like, what was he like as a kid? what's his favorite color? what does he like to eat for breakfast? like sirius gave birth to and raised the guy himself or something. (by the way: loud and rambunctious, gryffindor red, and, most recently, sunny side up eggs and applewood smoked bacon and buttered salt bread if he has time, just a banana yogurt drink if he doesn't. you're welcome.)

he doesn't tell james that lily evans cried for like three hours in that secret alcove on the astronomy tower when james kissed jeanne marchbanks in front of everyone at the slaghorny party (a stupid thing benjy fenwick came up with; supposed to parallel slughorn's party where most of them are not invited to), and the kiss was lasvicious and lasted long enough to be worthy of the stupid party name. horny slags alright. everyone cheered of course. even sirius, actually. just for, like, solidarity. and only for the first three seconds, swear. only until he noticed lily by the door, still dressed formally, just arrived, it seemed, and presumably just snuck out of slughorn's. she was wide-eyed and open-mouthed and ashen at the sight. then she was turning around, heading back out. the portrait door had already swung close after her and james's damn tongue was still down marchbanks' throat. so. you know. great. spectacular.

sirius grabbed as many beers as he could hold from the alcohol stash and gestured to remus that he would be out. remus seemed concerned and curious, but otherwise said nothing. asked no questions. just nodded.

ten minutes later (he had to use the map, because christ that woman could power walk), lily was crying on his shoulder and cursing like a sailor. i like him, what the fuck. what do i do now. this is terrible. what the fuck do i do.

and sirius didn't know. how the fuck was he supposed to know what to do. he could barely handle himself. he just kinda sat there and let her cry. offered her beer. opened the bottles for her. held the bottles for her when she kept doing these impassioned hand gestures as she talked, almost smashing one against the wall by her own head (very james of her, sirius noted). chanted not my secret not my business not my secret not my business in his head like a mantra.

the problem though, is that he's sure this is the girl james is going to marry. and it's not like, some corny gut feeling or some shit. i mean sure there's some of that, maybe. but most of it is proper evidence-based. like james and lily's mutual stupidity about being in love, and lily's easy dynamic with their silly little group, and sirius's unquestionable expertise in all things james potter. he's not gonna write a fucking essay about it, okay, but lily is definitely long-term, sirius is certain. and he doesn't want to just — do nothing.

so that night, on the astronomy tower, just for something to do, he asked lily, "hey, do you like dogs?"

and she's so surprised by the randomness of it she actually laughed, tear-streaked and all. "what?"

"do you like dogs?"

"yes...? who doesn't?"

"dunno. cat people?"

"ah, i do like cats, too. i like both, i guess."

"what if it's, like, a really big dog?"

"i — what are you talking about?"

he thought about it one last time. then, very seriously: "i can turn into a dog."

she blanked for a bit. then, "but that's — "

"illegal, yeah."

"huh." she didn't seem alarmed, or maybe she wasn't yet, then. she just seemed like — she was trying to figure him out. "why are you telling me this right now?"

"i thought it would... cheer you up or something." it suddenly seemed very silly. "never mind."

she laughed again, this time closer to not-gonna-cry-again territory. "you can't just tell someone about illegal shit and be all, never mind. that's crazy."

he shrugged. "i know you won't tell."

"how do you know? i'm a prefect. i could very well tell."

"because you're you. and it's me." and it's james.

"what does that mean."

"just take it as you will."

"i don't know how to take it at all."

sirius felt slightly annoyed then. "then don't take it. just forget it."

she was still looking at him like he's a jigsaw puzzle, and his pieces were all scattered about. but at least now she had officially stopped crying. thank god. "can you do it easily?" she asked. "turn and then turn back? or do you need time and stuff?"

"i can do it both ways pretty much on command now."

"you've been drinking though."

he returned the jigsaw puzzle look. it's — it was just such a lily evans thing to say, is all. it was very distinctly lily evans to consider that. "it's okay," he said. "should be fine."

she was quiet. she still wasn't crying anymore, but she was — she'd gotten contemplative. "padfoot," she said quietly after some time, more to herself than anything.

and he thought, then, that he should've known. that of course she would figure it out that quick. the nicknames become pretty obvious once you're in on one. he wondered if she was thinking about the rest of them, figuring out that it's not just him. wondered what she was making of moony. if she thought of them less. if — god — sirius had fucked up once again and just made her think of james less, which was really what mattered.

"it's just me," he said, scrambling, then instantly feeling stupid. yeah. nice save, dumbass. "i swear."

"okay," was all she said. and — she knew. she knew then, for sure. and sirius started panicking a bit. but then she smiled, and it was a kind, understanding smile, classic lily, and he's not quite sure how she did (slash does) it, but it was suddenly like it's perfectly alright that she did know, that he didn't have to elaborate or worry about anything.

(he knows because it's the exact same feeling, the same brand of magic as james opening his fucking mansion door summer previous, looking at the state of sirius and then saying, you look fucking terrible, come in, not questioning the bag containing his entire sorry life and taking him in, forever, like he's lived there all his life.)

(they both chase sirius's panic out, is the thing. so easily.)

then, she asked, "can you do it now?"

he choked on his drink, mid-swig. "now? like, turn?"

"yeah."

"why? you don't believe me?"

"no. i just thought you were offering. to 'cheer me up or something'."

"um. yeah, okay. sure."

not long after that, after laughing at the absurdity of the giant black dog suddenly in her presence, her chortles started morphing back into sobbing, in the way high emotions shift and blur into each other sometimes. he let her, curling up best he could in that alcove, and she cried, and held on, and — well, that's how the whole padfoot thing started.

as in this thing where james comes to dinner holding hands with jeanne tonight and lily drops her fork and looks at sirius dead in the eye, and just goes, right there at the gryffindor table in the great hall, sirius in the middle of chewing a mouthful of chicken, "padfoot, can i talk to you? now?"

and of course everyone is bewildered. no one calls sirius black that besides the boys. the last non-marauder moron who tried it got the worst of the Signature House Of Black Glares, the one that must be a nonverbal jinx by the way it leaves you jelly-limbed and dry-mouthed and unable to even glance at sirius's general direction for the next ten business days.

and lily evans just. so nonchalantly did it.

but even more bewildering to everyone, for sure: sirius looking right back at her, zero glare, taking his time swallowing and not fazed at all. then, after primly wiping his mouth with a napkin, he smiles, gets to his feet, and says, "alright."

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for @jilymicrofics' prompt for may 3: map. except it's 1,700+ words lol so it's now for @jilymicro-oops :)

i realized there's also azkaban thrown in there, so it's also an advance entry for may 15. thanks for reading!

writing tag // ao3

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Shiho still has nightmares about her time working for them.

Shinichi still has nightmares of the times Shiho almost died.

When Shiho wakes up, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, Shinichi is always there with a hot tea and a warm hug. He never lets her get as cold as her old labs.

When Shinichi wakes up, screaming in fright and calling her name, Shiho is always there to remind him she's safe, to remind him that she's there. She never lets him feel as lonely as he was after becoming Conan.

Shiho feels warmer every day. Shinichi is never lonely.

#CoAi #ShinShiho #DC #Detective Conan #Case Closed #Meitantei Conan #Shinichi Kudo #Shiho Miyano #Trauma healing #Never alone #Never cold

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Hermione never really tought of herself as attracted to teachers. Sure she had a bit of crush on Lokhart (cut her some slack, she tought he was an accomplished writer and an actual hero), and everytime Professor Sinestra decided to take off her robes in class she might stare a bit, but that's just because she didn't think witches wore pencil skirts, and not because her legs went on forever. And her blushing when Professor Burbage complimented her on her runes work was solely because of the attention she recieved in such a small class.

So when Harry is teaching a new spell to the DA, and he gets that glint in his eyes, and he rolls up his sleeves and he starts showing them the wand movements... Well she's just paying attention like she does for every other class right?

And when he steps up to her and she gets it on the first try (because of course she does), and he says "Very well done, Hermione. I shouldn't be surprised." It's normal for her to blush and feel that tingle up her spine, right?

Why is she even breathless? That was an easy spell. The way Luna and Ginny are looking at her makes her blush even more. The way Harry winks before leaving to check on Colin makes her knees weak.

Ok Hermione thinks Maybe I do have a thing for teachers

#harmony #harry/hermione #Hermione has a praise kink #Hermione wouldn't mind being this teacher's pet #harry potter #hermione granger #Hermione is hopelessly in love #She just doesn't know it yet #teacher crush

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Ok, but do you ever lose half your day thinking about Luna and Ginny fixing each other's wounds in their sixth year? Getting what little peace they can in abandoned classrooms first and in empty corners of the RoR later?

Do you ever think about that infinite second when Luna lets her hand linger on Ginny's face as she checks a bruise? That excruciating moment when Ginny has to move Luna's hair out of the way and her shoulder is right there.

The restless nights when either of them has to recover from the cruciatus and all the other can do is hold them and try to soothe pain with nothing but words? Useless words that are never enough because they both want to say so much and they just... don't.

Do you ever think about that horrifying moment when Luna gets taken from the train, and Ginny can't do anything? She wants to fight, she wants to curse those bloody death eaters to pieces, but she can't. Neville is holding her wand arm down but that single look from Luna is all it takes to make her feel petrified. There is so much to take care of back at Hogwarts and Neville can't do it alone and... "Please don't do anything. I love you." and it's all one look and one minute and then Ginny can't do anything else but break down on Neville's shoulder.

And Ginny is running on fumes until the battle is starting, until everyone is getting ready and Luna fumbles through Ariana's potrait. And then everything comes back into focus. And Ginny knows there are other things to think about, thing to prepare for the battle, but nothing comes even close to knowing Luna is there, alive and whole.

And they share another moment, another second, another minute. They share another look and there's nothing more to say, because of course they love each other, how could they not?

And then they win. And then they kiss.

#linny #ginny/luna #ginny weasley #luna lovegood #harry potter #wlw #pining #light angst #angst with a happy ending #Spotify

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CoAi Week 2024 The Prompts

From the 01st to 07th of August, Conan/Shinichi X Ai/Shiho fans are invited to share fanworks inspired by each of these prompts. 💕

Please tag us @coai and use the hashtag #coaiweek2024 to help us share your lovely works. 🖼️🧑‍🎨👩‍🎨✨

Many thanks to all those who voted on the discord for their favourite prompts from years passed. 💖

Creators, don't hesitate to browse the Tumblr tags here for inspiration if you need. 😊🔍

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!Trans Severus Snape

so, this drawing is inspired by my experience with the trans-tape in the last few days… and it went pretty bad…

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witches & style

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Harry knows his duties.

#She doesn't need to ask #Cause already killed them

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Harmony Summertime Madness Prompt Spotlight! ~ 💖 Finding Your Soulmate!

Prompt:

In the magical world, you find things your soulmate loses.

Harry has always find little pieces of notes and study guides, occasionally books would turn up in strange places. He didn't realize what it meant until he went to the magical world and found out that magic always brought lost things to their soulmate.

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Harry Potter who lived at Number 4 Privet Drive in the cupboard under the stairs with his atrociously behaved relatives was unique for many reasons. Strange things happened to him even when he tried his best to behave. Sometimes things moved through the air around him or disappeared or in one memorable instance, his hair reappeared after he was given a really bad haircut.

Some of the strange things stayed on his mind longer than others though. The appearance of items around him that he had no memory of getting. His first memory of it happening, although the memories may have been influenced by his Aunt Petunia’s ranting was finding the perfectly fluffy stuffed orange kitten under his bed.

It had been so soft and huggable. Harry’s clothes and bedding were cast-offs from his cousin and the fabrics were usually thin and worn by the time he used them. So the small plush orange kitten had been a treasure. Even as young as he had been then he knew as soon as he held it to his chest that his aunt and uncle would take it away if they knew.

Harry would limit the time he allowed himself to touch it, only pulling it out when he absolutely needed it, or to be with him while he celebrated his birthday. Which of course had been the downfall of the kitten, who he had never named.

Dudley had heard him singing his birthday song and flung open the little door letting out a yell of triumph when he found Harry clutching the small plush. His Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had interrogated him thoroughly on where he had stolen it from, refusing to believe he had found it under his small bed.

They had thrown it in the trash and locked him in the cupboard for a week. He still missed that kitten sometimes. But he had found other things, small things where they shouldn’t be such as a bookmark covered with Perwinkle flowers. Of course, Harry hadn’t known what they were called and had to investigate quite secretively at his school library to figure it out.

It didn’t make sense for it to be there, under his pillow. His aunt, uncle, and cousin were definitely not readers, although his Aunt Petunia was named after a flower he knew. He had thought very briefly of asking her but didn’t want to risk getting accused of stealing again so kept silent on the topic, carefully tucking the bookmark away.

The next item had been a shiny red button found in his shoe. The button was unusual and heavy as if it was made from some type of stone, and not just a regular old button like the kind that were always missing from his shirts and jackets. It was harder for Harry to figure out what the button was made of, and he looked at books about rocks and stones for ages trying to place it.

When he turned eleven something happened that made everything else in his life make sense. He wasn’t just a normal boy, he was a wizard– and his parents had been wizards too! His magic had been making itself known all those years getting him into trouble. How strange that his magic had given him such little items though the years though. Tentatively while out with the giant of a man who had revealed everything and gotten him his first birthday cake he asked, “Hagrid?”

“Yeh?” The giant looked down on him with the perpetually kind expression that he hadn’t shown at all to the Dursleys.

“Some things I can figure out why my magic did things. Like when it helped me regrow my hair. But sometimes it did strange things! Like why would my magic bring me buttons and bookmarks and things?”

Hagrid frowned thoughtfully. “Did you need a bookmark or button?”

“Well… I suppose? I mean I guess those are useful things and I was always missing buttons…”

“See! When you get to Hogwarts you’ll learn all about it! Don’t worry!”

Harry smiled up at him. “Yeah okay.”

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With a disgruntled sigh, Hermione Granger pulled a mashed-up Quidditch magazine from her satchel. Why would Ron have given her this? Boys were so weird.

She snatched the offending magazine out and stomped down to where Ron and Harry were busy being not busy playing exploding snap with Seamus and Neville. “Ron! You left your magazine in my stuff! Why would you even put it there? You two are always losing your stuff and leaving me to find it—”

“I lose my stuff properly! When it's gone – it's gone.” Ron boasted, strangely prideful of the fact. “It’s always Harry’s stuff! Get on him!”

Harry looked up from the game with a sheepish smile, Hermione was always finding his things, and he swore he didn’t put them where she found them! He looked at the familiar magazine he had misplaced the week earlier. “Sorry. Yes, that’s mine!”

Hermione softened a little at that handing him the magazine. “Okay, well, be careful with your things okay?”

“Sure Hermione, thanks.” He smiled at her.

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4th Year

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Harry reached blearily under his bed for his shoes, his eyes only half open since he was blind anyway without his glasses. His hand encountered something cool and round instead and he frowned as he grabbed it holding it close to his face with his left hand while his right reached for his glasses.

It was a perfume bottle. How weird. He looked around at the other boys in the dorm. It was obviously a girl’s perfume bottle, the color and design didn’t seem like something a boy would have – but then what would he know about it?

Looking around again to make sure no one else saw him he spritzed the bottle on his arm and sniffed cautiously.

Immediately the memory of the last time he had smelled that came to mind. It had been at the Yule Ball and he had been at the base of the stairs trying not to gape as Hermione glided down the steps looking very different than she usually did.

“You–you look beautiful.” He had sputtered trying not to sound like an idiot. Hermione had grinned at him and hugged him tight and he had smelled this perfume.

It was Hermione’s perfume bottle. How had it gotten under his bed?

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5th Year

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“I could be doing so much more than they let me— they are all too cautious—” Sirius groused as he followed Harry to his room at Grimmauld Place.

“You know the ministry is still corrupt. It’s would be dangerous if they catch you, plus I can’t wait until summer maybe we could do something together!” Harry bounced on his bed while Sirius stopped near his dresser fiddling with his things.

“Maybe your little friend will make us some more polyjuice potion,” Sirius suggested slyly. “I’d make sure she didn’t turn into a kitten this time.”

“Do not ever tell her I told you that,” Harry warned sternly. He had been a bit too excited with his correspondence to Sirius and telling him everything that happened in his life and some things he didn’t want repeated.

Sirius grinned. “Cross my heart and hope to die!”

Harry winced.

“Oh don’t be like that.” Sirius turned toward the dresser having spotted the strangest collection of things in a box. He picked up a heavy red button weighing it in his hand. “Carnelian.”

“What?” Harry got up seeing Sirius had picked up something. “Oh, those are my found things.”

“Your found things?”

Harry shrugged. “I think sometimes my magic makes things for me to find. Or I think that’s what I was told about it. Like accidental magic.”

Sirius frowned. “That doesn’t sound right. Who told you that?”

Harry scratched the back of his head. “Uh, Hagrid?”

“Right.” Sirius paused not commenting on the source of the information. “So tell me about these found things?”

Sirius watched as his godson talked about all the things in the keepsake box, his fingertips touching the items affectionately. The more Harry spoke, the more certainty and the happiness Sirius felt for Harry grew harder to contain as a smile spread across his face.

When Harry finally paused, holding the carnelian button, Sirius asked, “Harry has anyone ever talked to you about soulmates?”

Harry wrinkled his nose. “Uh no?”

“I don’t know about in the muggle world, but in the magical world soulmates exist. It’s very rare magic so it’s not often talked about.”

“Okay.” Harry drew out the word not sure what his godfather was getting at.

“Magic will tie two people together and it helps us find the person at the other end by giving us little clues.” Sirius tapped Harry’s hand. “If I’m right, that was something your soulmate lost and magic it brought it to you.”

Harry made a disbelieving sound. “No, I’m just — I don’t know things just appear near me. I always find Hermione’s stuff somehow too you know —”

“Hermione?”

“Yes like even once I found her earring in—” Harry trailed off meeting Sirius’ knowing gaze with wide eyes.

“Do you find anyone else’s things?”

“Not like that.” He whispered, clutching the red button harder. Soulmates? Harry dashed out of the room, running to the hall where Hermione was staying. “Hermione!” He pounded on her door to get her to open it.

The door flew open in seconds, Hermione looking around a bit panicked. “What! What? Are you okay? What’s happening?”

Harry held the button in her face. “Is this yours?”

Hermione went almost crossed-eyed at how close Harry held the small red thing to her face before she jerked back and snatched it out of his hand. “Really, Harry, if you’ve found something of mine you could have just given it—” She stopped looking at the button.

Harry didn’t know how he felt as he stared at Hermione inspecting the button, his heart was beating too fast and his entire body felt jittery like he was plugged into an electrical socket. “Hermione?”

“This is so bizarre,” Hermione said softly running her thumb over the button. “When I was nine my mother bought me this white sweater with the most beautiful little red buttons. It was my absolute favorite and I wore it all the time but once when we were out somehow I lost a button. How did you even…”

When Harry just stood there staring at her, Sirius decided to give another nudge. “Hermione, this may seem like a peculiar question… but did ever find strange things when you were younger?”

“Oh yes,” Hermione said absently still absorbed in trying to figure out how Harry had managed to find the button she had lost before she even met him. He found her things frequently but that was just because they were close friends… but this….

“Can you show us?” Sirius asked when Harry remained silent staring at her.

“Well, alot of it was strange stuff. Broken toys and socks with holes…” Hermione turned walking slowly to her bag. “There were some things I kept though.” She gave a small laugh. “I don’t know why I just couldn’t throw it away.” She reached into her bag pulling out a small toy soldier with a scratch across its eye.

Harry’s face lit up at the sight. “That was my favorite for ages!” He exclaimed reaching for the small toy. He had used to pretend it was his friend as they both had scars on their faces.

Hermione handed it over a little hesitantly. It had been with her so long even though it was Harry it still felt strange to let go of it. She turned the button around and around in her hand as she tried to figure out what it meant.

Sirius observed both children’s baffled expressions with barely suppressed glee. He didn’t think he had felt this happy for someone else since he had spent the whole day preventing Prongs from walking into walls after Lily said yes to marriage. With absolutely no tact he told them both, “Congratulations! You’re soulmates!” He paused thinking. “Although you should probably wait to get married until after we take care of this dark lord business.”

“What!” Harry and Hermione yelled in unison, clutching the lost things that magic had given to their soulmate.

Sirius held up his hands, a grin spreading across his face. “Oh well, maybe I can be persuaded for sooner, I’ve never met magical soulmates before, after all.”

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