Harry Potter Oneshots

Harry Potter // Soulmate

A stag.

That's my soulmate's patronus.

A stag.

Whoever the fuck in this wizarding world would have a stag as a patronus? I stared at the ink imprint on my wrist, which was black, but showed a tattoo of a majestic stag.

They say that this tattoo appears when one turns 18, the mature age for a wizard. My mum had one, which, obviously, was my dad's patronus.

Atleast she knew that dad's patronus was a whale.

That was easy for her, they both went to the same school: Hogwarts; unlike me, who attended the Ilvermony School in America. Nobody in my school had the patronus of a stag.

Now that we were back in Britain, I could probably have a chance to see my soulmate. That's how I landed on the streets of London, desperate in search of my soulmate. Obviously, it never came, so I made my way to the Ministry Of Magic, it was so much different than the MACUSA. Dad and Mum had got a transfer from the American branch to the Britain one, so here they were, in the Head of the Auror Department.

After requesting one of the women to show me the way to the Auror Department, I thanked her and walked towards it. And suddenly, I crashed into someone's chest and fell back, but luckily, the person caught my waist and prevented me from falling. My eyes were closed, and when I opened them, my (E/C) eyes met with green ones.

I could've stared into them for ages, for all I care, but something caught my attention which was on my hand, which was, instinctively on the green-eyed boy's chest: the mark on my wrist was glowing. Like literally glowing.

"I- um, thanks."

His cheeks dusted with pink blush, and before he could reply, a voice came up from behind, "(Y/N)? What are you- oh!"

My head whipped and I saw my mum, smirking at me. I jumped away from the boy and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Oh! Sorry for bothering. I'll be along my way." My mother said, giving me the look, which had me internally groaning; she's gonna demand a long explanation for this.

Before I could protest, or anything, she disappeared.

I turned to the boy and noticed that he was looking at me. The boy looked very, very familiar. I couldn't help but blush.

I NEVER BLUSH.

He extended a hand and introduced himself, "I'm Harry. Pleased to meet you."

"Harry? Harry Potter?" I said, amazed, and shook his hand.

He chuckled and pushed his hair behind, exposing his lightning-shaped scar, "If your talking about the boy with this scary scar, then you've got him."

"That's him. I'm (Y/N), and your wrist is glowing." I said, and pointed at his wrist.

"So is yours." Harry looked at my wrist.

Before I could comment any further, my dad came from the corner and said, "(Y/N)! Your mum informed me about your arrival here! Looks like you've met the Potter boy already."

Harry smiles at my dad as my dad's eyes widen in surprise, "Merlin's beard, your wrists are glowing! Both of yours!"

My dad prompted Harry, "You gotta ask Hermione about this. I wouldn't know a thing about this stuff."

"Yeah, I should." Harry nods, uncertainly and says, "Bye, (Y/N)."

I wave and turn to my dad after he left.

"What does this mean?" I asked him, rotating my palms.

"It means you've found your soul mate." He says, clasping my shoulder and sighing dramatically, "Oh, my little girl's grown up so fast. The next thing I know is I'll have little kids around the house. Not too soon, though." He added hurriedly.

"Honestly, dad." I rolled my eyes. Sometimes, I could never understand my father. One day, he gave a huge lecture to a boy who I used to date in Ilvermony, and now, he's totally cool about Harry.

"But, seriously, I'm glad Harry's your soulmate, he's a bloody gentleman." Dad said, quirking an eyebrow.

"Stop, dad. The next I want to hear from you is the story about the bees and roses." I raised my palm, making him stop.

My dad looked at me with a serious eye, "That's for later, honey. C'mon, let me show you around my office. Maybe you will meet up with him there. He's an Auror, you see..."

But I wasn't listening to dad; butterflies rose in my stomach at the thought of meeting the green-eyed boy again.