Hope Mikaelson Goes to Hogwarts

Chapter 12: Harry's Vision and Soulmate Revelation

Hope's POV:

I avoid Harry for most of the next two days. It's awkward that I walked in on him and Cho kissing, but now I constantly have this ache in my chest every time I'm around him or away from him for too long. I hate feelings, they're so complicated, especially when not reciprocated. 

Hermione has been consoling me for the past few days and I have to say, she's doing a horrible job. I love her, truly, but she seriously has no idea how to comfort someone who's going through what's I'm going through. 

Therefore, when I'm away from her, I look for a distraction in either Neville Longbottom or Luna Lovegood. Both kindhearted souls definitely keep my mind off my current predicament. Let me tell you, I make it hard for them. 

Especially since I don't tell them what exactly it is that's bothering me, but with Neville's constant joy at being able to disarm someone and his love for plants as well as Luna's love with strange creatures that I've never seen or heard of before, they do an amazing job. 

It's been two days since I've spoken to Harry and I'm currently asleep when suddenly my wrist starts burning. I gasp, sitting straight up in bed. Hermione wakes up and looks at me, confused. "What's wrong?" She asks. The burning intensifies. "Harry." I breath. 

I quickly launch myself out of bed and race towards the boy's dormitory. When I get there Harry is shifting in his sleep, definitely having a nightmare. I rush to his side, the awkwardness between us forgotten in my concern for my friend. "Harry. Harry." 

I try several times, but he won't wake up. He's grunting in pain by now and my wrist is still burning. Then he gasps awake. Ron is now behind me, having been woken up with my calls. "I need to get to Dumbledore. It's your dad." Harry tells Ron. 

Worried Ron and I escort him to, first McGonagall and then she leads us to Dumbledore. When Harry tells him what's happening they call for Ginny, Fred, and George as well. "In the dream, were you standing next to the victim or looking down at the scene?" Dumbledore asks. 

"Neither. It was like I...Professor, will you please just tell me what's happening?" He asks, his voice shaky, which worries me. He's terrified about what he saw. "Everhardt, Arther's on guard duty tonight. Make sure he is found by the right people." Dumbledore tells a painting. "Sir-" 

Harry is cut off by Dumbledore turing to another painting. "Phineas, you must go to your portrait at Grimmauld Place. Tell then that Arther Weasley is gravely injured and his children will be arriving there soon by port key. Miss Mikaelson will arrive tomorrow." He says. 

I almost sigh in relief. Arther has become basically my father while here. I can't lose something that important to me again. I just can't. A man pops up. "It was close, but they think he'll make it. What's more, the Dark Lord failed to acquire it." He says. "Ah, thank goodness." 

Suddenly Harry snaps. "LOOK AT ME!" I jump a little, stepping away from him, worried. Dumbledore goes silent as we all look at Harry, worried. I gasp as my wrist has a sharp pain shot through it. Voldemort is messing with Harry, making him angry. 

It's like the Hollow all over again. I shudder at the thought. "What's happening to me?" He asks. Snape then arrives. "You wished to see me, Headmaster." He says. Severus, I'm afraid we can't wait. Not even till the morning. Otherwise, we'll all be vulnerable." Snape nods and grabs Harry. 

"Miss Mikaelson, you go with him. Keep him grounded. You been through this before if I'm not mistaken." I nod, following Snape, who is pulling Harry roughly by his arm, through the corridors. We go all the way down to the dungeons. 

"It appears, there's a connection between the Dark Lord's mind and your own. Whether he is as yet aware of this connection is, for the moment, unclear. Pray he remains ignorant." As he says this he rolls out a bunch of painful looking tools. 

I step close to Harry who is sitting down in a chair, ready to protect him if need be. "You mean, if he knows about it, then...he'll be able to read my mind?" "Read it. Control it. Unhinge it." I shudder at the thought. 

"In the past, it was often the Dark Lord's pleasure to invade the minds of his victims, creating visions designed to torture them into madness. Only after extracting the last exquisite amounts of agony, only when he has them literally begging for death, would be finally kill them." 

How does he know this? "Used properly, the power of Occlumency will help shield you from any access or influence. In these lessons, I will attempt to penetrate your mind. You will attempt to resist. Prepare yourself. Legilimens!" Harry gasps in pain as his head flies back. 

I step closer, but Snape holds up a hand. "No, Miss Mikaelson. Let him try on his own first." I furrow my brows, but don't say anything. "Concentrate Potter, focus." Snape instructs. He's not getting it. "Miss Mikaelson, slowly place you hand on his shoulder." Confused, I do what he says. 

Suddenly Snape stumbles back as Harry is thrown out of the vision. He gasps for breath. "What just happened?" "It is as Dumbledore speculated." "What?" I ask, getting frustrated now. Why does he always have to elude the true answer. I just was clarity for once in my life. 

I can tell my frustration, not just with Snape, but with everything that I've dealt with this year, is getting to me. When a flame appears under one of the cauldrons and flares high Snape snaps to Harry. "Potter, hand on her shoulder." 

I feel warm hand placed on my shoulder and suddenly a sense of calm rushes through me and the flame goes out. I take a deep breath. "What did Dumbledore speculate?" I ask, finally calm enough to not set the place on fire. 

"You're here because of a soulmate spell Miss Mikaelson. Did you ever stop to think that you could have known your soulmate all along?" My heart nearly stops at his words as I turn to face Harry who has a confused look on his face. "What?" He asks, turning to me. I shake my head. 

"No, I would have realize it." I tell the potions professor. "So you've never felt the connection the two of you clearly have?" He asks. "Hope, what's he talking about?" Harry asks. Red tints my cheeks. "I'll leave you two to talk." He says, briskly walking from the room. 

"Hope, what's he talking about?" Harry asks again. I take a deep breath. "The reason I'm in this world is to find my soulmate. I eliminated you, Ron, and Hermione first year because I didn't feel the connection, but now, everything I've been feeling, it all makes senses." 

"What makes sense? Do you know who your soulmate is?" He ask, curious. I nod. "Who?" "You Harry. You're my soulmate."