You glanced at your reflection in the mirror, frowning at the jagged scar that had appeared on your forearm the day before.

Your sister told you it was because your soulmate had it. You were a muggle-born, so your parents hadn't known what to make of the scar, but your sister, who was four years older than you, knew what it meant.

"Your soulmate has that scar," she told you, a twinkle in her eyes.

You furrowed your brow. "How did he get it? When will I meet him? What if he's a wizard and I'm always just- just a muggle?!" You began to panic. Your sister laughed and placed her hand reassuringly on your arm.

"Don't worry so much! Muggles don't have soulmates the way we do." She said with a wink.

You let out a sigh of relief. "Do you think he'll be at Hogwarts?"

Your sister glanced at her pile of spell books. A knowing smile came over her face.

"Yes, I do."

~~~~~~

"(Y/N), these are my friends," Leta introduced you to two boys sitting at the Gryffindor table.

"Hello," A red haired boy said through a mouthful of sausage. Shaking your hand, he swallowed. "I'm Arthur, Arthur Weasley."

"(Y/N) (L/N)." You replied with a smile.

The other boy seemed preoccupied; he seemed to have spit out his pumpkin juice all over his essay. He was wearing yellow, you noticed; he was a Hufflepuff like you.

Leta sighed. "Oh, Newt..." she muttered. "Scourgify."

With a wave of her wand, the pumpkin juice vanished from the parchment, leaving only the boy's words behind.

"Thanks, Leta." The boy said quietly. He glanced at you and his face went red.

You furrowed your brow. Was it your scar? You'd worn your summer robes that day, the ones with the short sleeves, and your scar was bare for the world to see.

You'd known Leta throughout the first semester of the first year of your education. She'd never commented on your scar until she'd met the shy Hufflepuff boy and the Weasley you'd just met weeks before. You'd never thought much about it; Leta wasn't totally accepted within her house, so it seemed natural for her to branch out.

The boy clumsily stood up from the table and held out his hand for you to shake. His palm was slightly clammy as you took it, shaking it briskly. He seemed to look anywhere but you, his face beet red under a mop of unruly sandy hair.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you," you greeted with a warm smile.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you as well." He said, shooting a look at Leta, who raised her eyebrows and gave him a look as if to say, Don't be rude!

"My name's Newt," the boy blurted, meeting your eyes briefly before averting his gaze to his shoes.

"(Y/N) (L/N)." You replied, feeling suspicious at the boy's behavior.

"He's Newt Scamander, Theseus' brother," Leta explained. "You know, the one who told off Professor Kettleburn for taking care of the hippogriffs incorrectly?"

"That was you?" You laughed.

Newt shot Leta a look. "Er, yes. I got two weeks of detention for it, actually."

"Well, it was brilliant. She was treating them wrongly. It was nice to see someone stand up to her."

"Thank you." Newt replied softly, giving you a stiff smile and shooting a pleading look at Leta again, as if he wanted her permission to end the conversation.

"You should see his scar," Leta mused. "Go on, Newt, show her."

Newt blushed. "Actually, I'd rather not at the moment-"

"I won't judge you," You interrupted. "I've got one too." You turned your forearm to the light, exposing the scar. You'd thought he'd seen it already.

Arthur, who you hadn't noticed watching the exchange, let a mashed piece of pancake fall from his mouth as he stared at your forearm. "Blimey," he whispered in awe.

You blushed. "See?"

"Newt, she-" Arthur was intercepted by a swift kick from Leta.

Clearing his throat uncomfortably, Newt raised his hand to his forearm unconsciously. "T-that's interesting. How did you get it?"

You covered the scar with your palm, embarrassed. "It just appeared. My sister said it's from my soulmate." You said softly, embarrassed by the absurdity of it. "It probably isn't that, though. Personally, I think divination is a load of beetle dung."

Newt blushed, fidgeting with his notes. "I agree."

"Oh, for goodness sakes! Newt, show her your scar!" Leta cried, throwing her hands in the air.

You looked from her to Newt, confused. "What scar?"

Newt sighed and pulled up the sleeve of his robes, revealing a long scar covering the length of his forearm, identical to yours in every way.

You couldn't believe it. You'd found him.

"Your soulmate has that scar." Your sister's voice reverberated in your head.

Leta looked from Newt to you excitedly. When she saw you weren't going to do much more than just stare at each other, she huffed and broke the silence. "Don't you see what this means?" She exclaimed excitedly. "You two are-"

"Nothing!" You interrupted, your face stark white. "We're nothing. It's probably just a coincidence."

If Newt was disappointed, he concealed it well. "Yeah, a coincidence," he echoed, glaring daggers at Leta, who wilted under his stare.

"Arthur, Newt, it was nice to meet you. If you'll excuse me, I have to go finish an essay," You breathed, feeling slightly light-headed. What did this mean for you.

"Right." Arthur murmured, still staring at you in shock.

You gave Leta a tight-lipped smile before running from the Great Hall as fast as your legs could carry you.

When you'd imagined meeting your soulmate, you'd imagined all of your troubles disappearing at once; you'd imagined that your soulmate would take everything bad away and you'd live happily ever after. But you are just a teenager, for Merlin's sake! Were you really ready to face the kind of commitment that came with a soulmate?

You didn't know.

~~~~~~

You were glad to find that Newt and yourself had come to terms with your uncanny predicament. You agreed that it was nothing but a coincidence. After all, the magic surrounding soulmates was vastly unexplored and you had no real proof other than your matching scars to prove you were soulmates. Besides, he felt nothing towards you other than friendship, he insisted, and you agreed.

But as the years passed and you found yourselves in your 4th year, you couldn't deny a feeling that grew in your chest with every moment you spent with him. A warm feeling that spread to every part of your body when he smiled, or when he touched you, or when he complimented you. A feeling that made you queasy when your thoughts happened to drift upon the image of Newt and another girl dancing at the Yule Ball.

"Come on, (Y/N)! Everyone knows you're soulmates! There's no way it can be a coincidence!" Molly Plinkett insisted as you made your way to Professor Dumbledore's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Molly, give it a rest. If we were 'meant to be' or whatever this soulmate hogwash is, then we would have gotten together by now." You insisted. Molly, who was a firm believer in Divination and had her own soulmate in Arthur Weasly, frowned in disapproval at your denial.

"Professor Tungsten said that it sometimes takes time for soulmates to truly realize they're meant for each other after they meet," Molly pressed, raising an eyebrow at you as if this was undeniable proof that Newt was meant for you. "It took time for me and Arthur to realize it. Maybe you're just not there yet."

You laughed. "You and Arthur are a different case. You two are meant for each other, soulmates or not."

Molly scowled. "Fine. Deny it then. But you won't be able to deny it much longer." She stalked off, no doubt seeking out one of her friends to tell her all about your ignorance.

"(Y/N)!"A voice called. You turned to see Leta, Arthur, and Newt approaching you.

"How was potions?" You asked, knowing most of their schedule.

"Horrid." Arthur wrinkled his nose.

Leta gave him a disapproving look. "He's just mad he didn't get his Sleeping Draught right. The lesson was actually quite good."

"Good? Potions?" You joked lightheartedly. Despite having to deal with the depressing dungeons, you liked potions. It made you feel like a real witch.

"Well, to Leta it was." Newt piped in, smiling shyly at you.

You sighed. "I'm so glad Hufflepuffs don't have Potions on Mondays. I mean, I like it and all, but it's so dismal down there."

Arthur snorted, raising his eyebrows. "You tell me. What is it you have again? Care of Magical Creatures?"

"Double Herbology." You corrected.

"I bet that's a right party." Arthur grumbled.

You blushed lightly, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Well, it can be nice, but on the hotter days it's like a furnace in the greenhouses."

Newt opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Dumbledore approaching the class. With a wave of his wand, the door unlocked and swung open. "Hello, students! In, quickly, now!"

Defense Against the Dark Arts were made up of a handful of students from each house. Most students kept to their own house members, so you were surprised to see a Slytherin boy by the name of Adrian Knight approach you in the hustle and bustle of students taking their seats.

"(Y/N)!" He caught your attention, grabbing your wrist.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, hello. Adrian, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Adrian grinned. He let go of your wrist and moved closer. "Listen, I was wondering," he paused, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'm a Knight, and you could be my queen. Would you let me treat you like royalty at the Yule Ball?"

You couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. You were barely acquaintances with the boy, and he was asking you to the dance. "You want to go to the Ball with me?" You asked, incredulous.

A dusting of pink appeared on Adrian's cheeks. "Yeah. You've always been nice, and I thought it'd be fun."

"I'm a Hufflepuff." You furrowed your brow.

"So what?" Adrian grinned. "Hufflepuff, Slytherin, it doesn't really matter."

You paused, thinking it over. Adrian seemed decent for a Slytherin, and he wasn't hard on the eyes either... although, some small part of you was hoping Newt might extend an invitation...

No, you reaffirmed. Newt had been very clear that he thought of you only as a friend.

"Unless that thing about you and Scamander is true," Adrian said, breaking your train of thought. "About you being soulmates."

You blushed deeply. "N-no! No, not at all. It's just a coincidence, that's all. My parents dropped me a few times as a baby."

You cringed. What in the world was that?

Thankfully, Adrian laughed. "Alright, then. So, what do you say?"

You looked into Adrian's dark eyes. He looked so hopeful. No one else was going to ask you... what could be the harm?

"I'll go with you," You said with a smile. "It'll be fun."

Adrian's face broke out into a charming grin. "That's the spirit!" You laughed.

"(L/N)! Knight! Will you quit your chatting and take a seat so we can get some work done? Or are you too busy discussing your love lives?" Dumbledore called, raising an eyebrow. There were various sniggers and whistles from around the room.

"Sorry, Professor." You squeaked, taking a seat between Leta and Newt. Adrian winked and walked to where the other Slytherins were seated, his friends clapping him on the back in congratulations as he sat down.

"What was that about?" Leta questioned, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Adrian Knight asked me to the Yule Ball." You breathed, staring into the space in front of you, feeling utterly taken aback.

"What did you say?" Leta shook you, clearly excited. You noticed Newt listening in, as he wasn't taking any notes, which was highly unusual for him considering he practically worshiped Professor Dumbledore.

"I said yes." You breathed with a giggle.

"(L/N)! Ten points from Hufflepuff! And maybe next time you'll learn to control your tongue!"