Chapter 1
Having a soulmate is very uncommon in the Wizarding World, so when Camila showed the signs of the soulmate bond, at first, her parents were overjoyed. That was until the scars showed up.
The imperfections of one soulmate are also shown of the other soulmate as a sign of the both going up against the world together, facing all of their problems together. The only issue Camila’s family has with that one side effect of the soul-bond, apparently her destined partner is going through some shit.
Camila’s problem, however, is not only the fact that he’s going through it, but that he is going through it alone.
It was her first day of school, and she was beyond nervous. Ilvermorny had been her home for the past 5 years, but a few months ago, Camila’s Father passed away from cancer. It took months and months of helping out around the house, getting a summer job when she was on break from school, but they were broke.
Camila’s Mother was able to find help with family that lived about 3 hours away from Hogsmeade, they packed up and were moved as soon as Camila’s fifth year was over.
Albus Dumbledore was not exactly the Headmaster she was expecting. Transfer students were nearly unheard of, but Professor Dumbledore took in Camila without much fuss. All it took was a reference letter from Ilvermorny, a peek at her grades and she was in.
Camila stood out like a sore thumb during the sorting ceremony as she was the only sixth year in the group being sorted. The scars adorning her face barely helped either. At least in the Wizarding community, scars were more common and accepted than muggles seem to take it. The sorting hat itself was confusing. It said that she could be eligible for all four houses. In the end, the hat chose Gryffindor as Camila’s primary house, and she joined her group as quickly as she could, so she didn’t attract even more attention to herself. Although at this point, it seemed nearly impossible.
The rest of the Welcoming Feast was largely uneventful, except for a small group of boisterous Gryffindor’s laughing over nothing, Camila mostly just ignored everyone and stared at the food on her plate, barely looking up at all.
Just as she was about to head over to the staff table to ask about living arrangements, a petite fiery redhead approached, most obviously headed straight towards Camila. She panicked for a moment, not used to people noticing her. Apparently, she’d need to get used to it with the whole ‘American Exchange Student’ vibe going on.
“Hi, I’m Lily. Lily Evans. The Gryffindor Prefect, I think you should really meet the other prefect Remus. It looks like there is something you two should talk about. I’ll take you to him.” Without any room for protest, Lily dragged her out the Great Hall, and towards what she assumed is the Gryffindor Common Room.
When Lily stopped abruptly at a painting, Camila looked around strangely, waiting to see another hallway opening but it just seemed like a regular wall. “Lion cubs” Lily spoke confidently at the painting. Camila didn’t have any time to be surprised before she was dragged into the Common Room.
Camila absentmindedly noticed Lily explaining the sleeping arrangements, and the password for the Common Room, but her attention was snagged by the same group of boys from the hall. They were all settled comfortably on the armchairs surrounding the fireplace, two throwing small pieces of god knows what, and the third sitting hunched over, a book obscuring his features.
“Hey guys.” Lily shouted over at them excitedly. One of the boys throwing the unexplained object immediately perked up, rising to talk to Lily, the second rolling his eyes in exasperation. Once they noticed Camila, the second boy took his time eyeing her up, apparently not seeing much, he turned back to annoy the boy still reading, oblivious to those around him.
Holding back the huff of anger, Camila waited for Lily to continue. The redhead walked over to the boy reading, stepping in front of him and whispering in his ear quickly. The poor boy dropped his book in shock, but Camila was barely paying attention, her gaze was settled on the second boy.
He was beautiful with the bad boy rebel vibe and shiny soft-looking jet-black hair. Lucky for her, that was exactly the opposite of Camila’s type. Nowhere even remotely close.
Oddly enough, contrary to popular opinion, Camila always went for the adorable little dorks, too cute to be real.
Glancing over at the first boy, it took nearly a whole second for her to deduce that 1. he was not her type, and 2. he was obviously pining over Lily Evans. Whether they were an item and she was temporarily focused on something else and ignoring him for the time being, or it was unrequited, it was hard to tell in such a short amount of time.
Once both of the boys were sussed out, Camila settled her attention to the third boy. The one who had risen out of his chair in shock. The boy that has identical scars adorning his face to her. The boy that was apparently her soulmate.
Now it made sense why Lily wanted her to meet this ‘Remus’ just by looking at her scars. Camila approached Remus slowly, going through every emotionally draining session watching as the scars are added to her skin.
Tears were nearly rolling out of her in waves, she sobbed as she took in the scars she’d been staring at for years, watching his own eyes water slightly too.
“Piss of you bloody wankers.” Remus glared at his friends as the two boys had settled down to watch Camila and Remus interact for the first time. Lily had apparently left while Camila was staring at Remus in disbelief and the two boys immediately scampered off to their dorm room.
Finally registering the fact that this beautiful man was her soulmate, Camila surged forward to hug him tightly. “Are you okay?” It was a very loaded question and she knew it.
“I never wanted a soulmate.” Remus whispered into her hair as he hung to tight to her, “I never wanted to be a to burden to you. I know you figured out my secret.” He confessed, lifting his arm to show the crescent moon Camila had carved into the inside of her right wrist.
She nearly couldn’t bear it, how many times had he thought about it, how many times did he convince himself that she was better off without him? “I want you to know that I don’t care. I know that there will be prejudiced ass wipes that will try to hurt you, and I want you to know that I think you are the sweetest person in the world. I know that you will not be able to push me away. Your lycanthropy will not dissuade me.” Camila sniffed, showing him the shaky ‘I’m sorry’ that Remus carved into the inside of his left wrist a week after the crescent moon.
“I hated that you scarred yourself for me.” Remus lifted her to carry Camila towards the couch where he could sit with her in his lap, cuddle, and get to know his mate. The wolf inside of him was nearly screaming at him to do so.
When she’d finally settled into his arms, Camila felt him relax for the first time since she’d entered the room. “I hate that you scarred yourself for me too.” She echoed back at him, absentmindedly running a finger over the I’m sorry marked on his wrist. "I guess it's not only pictures that can tell a thousand words. Scars can too."
Remus hummed in acknowledgment, and the two talked long into the night.
The next morning, no one was surprised to find the fated teens snuggled up on one of the couches in a deep sleep. Lily didn’t feel the need to disturb her slumbering friends, but clearly, James and Sirius did. Knowing exactly what their smirking faces meant, she quickly hurried out the portrait hole, just in time to hear an indignant shout, followed by the thump of a body hitting the ground.
In no time, the group had all made their way down to the Great Hall so as to not miss breakfast. Remus piled his plate high of various meat and bacon, while Camila opted for toast and a small piece of bacon that she’d snagged off her newly appointed boyfriend. He was still rubbing his ass from the wakeup call, but Remus couldn’t find the motivation to stay mad at his girlfriend.
They were able to enjoy a peaceful breakfast for a whole of 10 minutes before Sirius started wailing about losing his friend to the possibility of Remus raising his pups. Subsequently earning him a playful swat by Camila and a few concerned glances by the surrounding tables.