Title: A Deep Soul Connection
Author: LilPrincess48
Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter. As you can see, Harry and Hermione got together by Book 3, if not sooner. Ginny is dating Draco behind Ron's back, there are many more mentions of Harry's parents, Voldemort is gay, Sirius Black has been declared innocent of all charges, the Dursleys were turned into peppermints and Peter Pettigrew got his head chopped off, instead of just his finger.
… Obviously, since none of this has happened in the books, I don't own Harry Potter.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Challenge Fic. Thanks to a spell gone wrong, Harry and Hermione's souls have been bound together. Not only can they sense each other's emotions, know where each other is at all times, and read each other's minds, but these effects are bringing them a lot closer together. And, in Ron's opinion, that's a little too close for comfort. HHr, one-sided RHr, some DG
Author's Note: Gosh, I'm taking challenges left and right. Oh, but it's so fun! And it gives me something to do until they allow me to post fanfics.
Category: Romance. Humor. Fun.
Spoilers: Probably from books 1 - 4, if any.
Feedback: Would be great.
Setting: Hogwarts, 6th Year
Date Begun: June 14, 2004
Date Posted: June 15, 2004
Chapter 1: A Spell Gone Wrong
"D'ya think I could borrow your History of Magic notes again, Hermione?" Ron asked as he, Hermione, and
Harry made their way to the Charms classroom. The girl gave him a sharp look, her doe-like brown eyes piercing into
him.
"Well, Ron, if you'd pay attention-"
"Oh come on, Mione." Harry interjected before it could turn into a full-blown argument. "You know that
Professor Binns is the most boring teacher in the world. You're the only one with enough patience to actually make
it through class without falling asleep."
"Well," Hermione said, clearly happy at the compliment, but trying not to show it. "You can't expect
me to always be able to-"
"I don't." Ron protested. "I'm just expecting you, as a friend, to be willing to help out
another friend, which is me if you didn't get that."
The trio took a seat in the front of the classroom and unpacked their books. Professor Flitwick had yet to enter.
Hermione sighed in aggravation, but handed her notes over to Ron with no further protest. The Weasley boy grinned and
tucked them away into his bag.
"Honestly, you two." Was all she said before Professor Flitwick entered and class began.
"Now today, students." Said the Professor, standing on his usual pile of books so he could be seen over his
desk. "We're going to learn a very complicated charm that can be dangerous if not used right. Therefore,
please pay close attention."
Harry didn't even have to look up to know that Hermione was alert as always, her quill in her hand and ready to
take notes.
"Does anybody know how the Binding Charm works?" Unsurprisingly, Hermione raised her hand. "Yes, Miss
Granger?"
"The function of this particular charm is to bind things to you and make it so you can never lose them. It does so
by making it so that the object cannot go within a certain distance from you without you knowing." She rattled
off, sounding much like a textbook. Flitwick smiled.
"Very good. Ten points to Gryffindor. Now, for example, if I were to place this charm upon myself, and then upon
this apple and leave the room, I would instantly know if anyone had moved it. However, I would not advise binding
oneself to something so easily destroyed as once the object you are bound to ceases to exist, so will you unless the
proper countermeasures are taken.
"Now," Flitwick raised his wand. "I will demonstrate. May I please have a volunteer?"
No one raised their hand. Harry wasn't surprised. Nobody ever did. Except, maybe Hermione, but it seemed as if even
she didn't want to be subjected to such a spell.
"OWWWW!" Harry screamed, standing up as he felt something sharp poke into his buttocks. He flipped around and
glared at Lee Jordan, who was snickering and holding up a pin.
"Thank you, Harry."
"Wait, no, I didn't-" Before he could finish, Professor pulled Harry to the front of the room and the
Boy-Who-Lived made a mental note to slip pixies into Lee's bed or something later.
"Okay, now, I'm going to show you the spell, alright? Then I'll show you the counterspell. Then you'll
copy me. After that you may return to your seat and practice with your classmates."
"Yes, Professor."
"Now, watch me. Adnexus-" Professor Flitwick waved his wand once over his head, then pointed it at
his desk. "Desk."
Harry watched as there was an explosion of pale blue light that surrounded both the Professor and the desk before it
faded. "Not that you can tell, but I am now bound to the desk. Now, for the counterspell." Flitwick once
again waved his wand over his head and then pointed it at the desk. "Disiunctum."
This time, there was an explosion of lavender lights so bright that Harry had to cover his eyes to see. When it faded,
Professor Flitwick was staring at him expectantly. "Now you try, Harry."
"Okay. Er…" He looked around for something to bind himself to momentarily and decided on the parchment
Hermione was holding in her hand. He waved his wand above his head, then pointed it at the parchment. "Adnexus
Parch-"
Before he could successfully finish the spell, the pale blue explosions of light started up without warning and he felt
a sort of detached feeling, as if he were floating away from his body. He heard Professor Flitwick shouting and
Hermione's scream, but none of this really registered with him as he floated… Floated free…
Am I dying? He wondered as he saw his body lying in a faint on the floor.
He looked down at the other students, only to see that Hermione had passed out as well and that a spirit-looking
version of her, with a pale yellow light outlining it, was floating towards him. He watched as he hand reached out and
grasped hers tightly, before the blue lights flashed brightly one last time, he fell back into his body, and everything
went black.