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A few days after the Second Wizarding War, Harry Potter walks past the fallen towers of Hogwarts. It would take a while to fix everything that was destroyed. Not even magic could help them. Harry looks down at his wrist. A long snake coming out of a skull glares at him. In the wizarding world, people are born with soul-identifying marks on their wrists. These marks have to do with that person's soulmate. Harry's soulmate was the worst person in the wizarding world. His soulmate was Lord Voldemort. Did Voldemort have a mark? Harry wouldn't know because he didn't give a damn about him. Or that's what he told himself. Secretly, Harry wished he could have saw Voldemort's wrist. Except he's dead or gone. Harry looks down at his wrist again. If he was really dead, the mark would've been gone. That means Voldemort is still alive, but where? Harry shook his head and walked towards two figures bickering angrily.
"Well if you had asked I would've shown you!'
"Bloody hell 'Mione. I showed you mine right at the beginning of the year."
Hermione paused before unwrapping the bandage around her wrist. On her wrist in a fancy scrawl were the words 'Filthy little Mudblood.'
"Malfoy? Your soulmate's Malfoy?!" Ron asked incredulously. Hermione yanked her wrist back before wrapping it up. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione.
"Go find him 'Mione. I saw him speaking to McGonagall earlier," Harry says. Hermione smiled lightly at him before walking off. Ron growls at Harry before leaving to who knows where. Harry does the same.