Telling It
~CHRISTMAS 5 YEARS LATER~
"This is it," Draco thought as he attached a note to Hedwig (Harry's owl) leg, "this is when the truth comes out." The owl looked at him coolly, almost as though asking why he was using her. But when he had finished attaching the note, she flew off without so much as a hoot.
Draco had spent the last five years watching with the rest of the world as Harry Potter risked life and limb to get rid of evil, but unlike the rest of the world, he knew almost exactly what Harry was feeling. He knew exactly when Harry was dreaming, or in pain. The scar on Harry's forehead really did burn when Voldemort was near, because Draco could feel it too.
Draco knew, he knew that Harry had no idea that his life, his very soul had been split when he was born. Draco had been born the very same day- and Harry didn't know. Harry just thought that Draco was a evil little pain in the ass that couldn't be trusted, but Draco was about to prove him wrong.
The next morning, when the mail arrived, Hedwig flew in with all the other owls and dropped the note into Harry's lap. The Gryffyndor quickly read the note and glanced with questioning eyes towards the Slytherin table. Draco caught his glance, and nodded, Harry returned the nod and started to eat his breakfast without so much as a word to his friends about the letter he had received.
Throughout the whole day, Draco was nervous- what if Harry didn't believe him? What if Harry thought he was trying to set up a midnight duel? Even worse, what if Harry didn't show? Because of Draco's nervousness, he messed up in Transfiguration and by the time he had gotten to Double-Potions, he was almost a nervous wreck.
Draco gave himself a shake and forced himself to concentrate on the potion they were making. The potion was designed to remove charms that had been placed on somebody, and Draco wanted the potion to work when he went to his meeting with Harry.
Finally, at quarter to midnight, Draco snuck out of his dormitory and hurried out of the castle to the far side of the lake. Harry was already there, sitting on a jutted out rock throwing stones into the water.
Harry seemed to sense that Draco had arrived because he tossed the last of his rocks into the lake and turned around. "What is this about Malfoy?" Harry snapped.
"Relax, Potter, I just wanted to talk to you about something." Draco's words came out much calmer then he was feeling, and he boldly moved to sit down next to Harry.
"Well? What is it?" Harry snarled, edging away from him.
"I-" Draco started to say but stopped trying to decide the best way to tell his arch-nemesis that they were, well-
"Did you know, Potter, that we have the same birthday?" Draco finally said, shifting uncomfortably.
"So?" Harry asked irritably, "what does that have to do with me?"
"Do you know what a soulmate is, Potter?" Draco finally asked.
"Why," Harry asked suspiciously.
Draco didn't answer, instead he pulled out a few things he had hidden in his robes, a thick book, and the potion from earlier.
"This is a book on soul-mates, Draco explained, "it says that soul- mates are very rare, and tells about how the two people could feel each others emotions, and sometimes read each others minds. It also says that if something traumatic happens to one, it is most likely to happen to the other."
Harry looked at him expectantly, "Are you trying to tell me that we are soul-mates?" he asked in disbelief, before snorting, "Ok, so something traumatic has happened to me," he poked Draco's forehead, "so if your little theory is true, where is *your* scar?"
"That�s what the potion is for," Draco explained calmly, "do you remember what potion we made today?"
"The Revealing Potion!" Harry gasped, "so you think that you really have a scar like mine?"
"Feel the skin again," Draco said, "you can't see the scar, but you can feel it."
Harry raised a trembling hand to Draco's forehead and hesitated before pushing his fingers against Draco's skin and searched for the feel of a mended over cut- and it was there. Harry gasped and pulled his hand away, scooting as far away from Draco as he could manage.
Ignoring Harry's retreat, Draco opened the potion bottle and scooped out a small amount of the potion, before rubbing it on his forehead. Seconds later, he felt the tingling on his head, and then- pain.
Draco could actually feel the blood pounding in his head, throbbing in his skull. His forehead was burning, his whole head was going to explode... and finally, it was over.
"Ow," Harry moaned, clutching his head, "that hurt!" Harry glanced up at Draco and gasped, standing out on Draco's pale forehead, was a angry red scar- identical to his.
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