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“A soulmate is the one person whose love is powerful enough to motivate you to meet your soul, to do the emotional work of self-discovery, of awakening.”– Kenny Loggins
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You didn’t believe in soulmates until you had to.
Growing up, you knew that your parents loved each other, but it was no secret that their marriage was one of convenience. Their marriage was based on keeping their blood pure, and isolated from muggle sympathizers.
Your father was from the house of Malfoy, and your mother was from the noble house of Black. Her whole lineage, minus a few witches and wizards here and there, had not strayed from blood purity. They had all followed the dark arts, had all conformed to the idea that muggle-borns and mudblood’s should be extinct.
That is the path that your family wanted for you. They wanted you to marry into one of the 28 families, but only the families that shared the same elitist views as your family.
Pureblood, no mudblood sympathizers.
Your inability to believe in soulmates came from the knowledge that your family had probably already picked your husband.
That illusion, that knowledge, was shattered heavily after your 2nd year. In your 2nd year you were identified as a veela, and as a veela you would come into your inheritance on your 17th birthday.
Your inheritance would bring you through a change that would make you more attractive to your soulmate, and vice versa. You wouldn’t be the only one to change to increase the attraction.
However, you being identified as a veela had also meant that you had a soulmate. You were already meant to be with someone, the choice was out of your parents hands.
Their influence and their money couldn’t secure a future that they agreed with. It was out of their control.
No one had realized just how out of control it all was. No one knew how your 17th birthday and your inheritance would drive your parents, your whole family to threaten disinheritance, and possibly even death.
Because no one could foresee that your soulmate was Fred Weasley.