"Everything's changed, hasn't it?" Ron stared absent-mindedly at the neon orange wall from the skinny twin bed he sat on. Harry was piling robes into his suitcase, trying not to respond. The Burrow was dead silent. Every room below was its own chamber of grief. Fred and George's, or simply George's room, was finally clean-smelling and the sound of firecrackers died down. Mrs Weasley had been reluctant for Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione to redo the school year, ("What about our family?") but relented tearfully after noticing the dents behind Ron's bedroom door. Heartbroken, Harry still sat folding clothes in his trunk.
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soulmates//a drarry story
Fanfictionat the age of eighteen, a colored rune develops on a witch or wizard's wrist that is unique to them and their soulmate. what happens when two sworn enemies come together after the battle of their lives? ┌─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ -harry x draco - luna x ginny ...
