Harry bit his lips and stared at the rings he found in his vault. Gold, silver and gems were glistening back at him.
He had dreamed again about his last death and this blasted reaper.
„Live to the ripe old age of at least 169 and marry your soulmate, some granger girl“.
He even told him there was kids in his future. That was what he wanted. Children, a family of his own. All he had to do was marrying Hermione. They had tried dating already but it hadn’t worked out.
‚But you didn’t tell her about you being fated‘, the little voice in his head made itself known and it was right. He had not although he even had the reaper’s permission to tell her. She had believed in the prophecy, so with knowledge of them being destined to be together maybe they would be.
Telling her had felt too much like forcing her into a relationship that didn’t work for either of them, it wasn’t fair to take her choice away when she didn’t love him like that and admittedly, he didn’t love her like that either, she had always felt more like a sister to him and their short dating time was a disaster. Everyone seemed to know they were getting together, get married and live happily ever after, everyone was glad they finally got their heads out of their backsides to acknowledge what everyone already knew, all right everyone but the evil weasleys Molly, Ron and Ginny.
Those three seemed delighted when he and Hermione went back from dating to being friends, not that it made either of them look at their supposed Weasley spouse.
Harry rubbed his forehead where only a feint line reminded of the scar that had housed Voldemort‘s horcrux.
„A ring is a bad idea“, he muttered. „I can’t just tell her you are destined to love me and have our children, here is a ring, let’s get started.“ A tear trickled down his face. „I have to tell her what happened in my last life. I have to tell her about our destiny“
He felt powerless. Again some destiny was thrust upon him without him ever being asked what he wanted. Well, no one had asked Hermione either.
With a last glance to the rings he exited his vault and let the cart goblin bring him up to the Gringott‘s ground floor.
Downtrodden he went down the stairs to the alley, when suddenly he ran into someone.
There was a girl sitting on the cobblestones, he had run her over.
Merlin, she was cute. Short brown hairs framed a heart-shaped face, full rosy lips, a few freckles on a button nose and as she looked up, beautiful blue eyes met his.
„I am sorry, miss, i wasn’t looking where i was heading.“ Harry stuttered and watched as amusement sparkled in her eyes and she smiled.
„No harm done, Mr. Potter.“ He sighed. Of course she knew who he was. It would be nice to introduce himself just once to a magical person.
„Let me help you up.“
She grabbed his outstretched hand and his fingers tingled meeting hers. Her hand felt warm and as if it belonged into his.
„Do you want to get a drink? As reparation for making you fall?“
She nodded and didn’t pull her hand away.
„You know my name, may i learn yours, miss?“
She chuckled and answered: „My name is Stephenie, Stephenie Granger.“
Suddenly his heart soared. Some granger girl. As usual he had jumped to conclusions. He suddenly knew, his soulmate was not Hermione, but Stephenie could be her. He felt more drawn to her than to anyone ever.
He might have found his soulmate today.
„Come on, i know where they have the best teas and coffee.“
He laughed and pulled a smiling woman towards their future.