~Unknown Markings~

~Discovery~

Or maybe not. 

"Fine. But can you please inspect it with me?" I begged and Hermione gave a sigh. 

"Alright, but only because I want to read this mystery book too." She snapped and then strode off, the faint click of her heels tapped against the stone floor. 

"It's a deal then," I said giving a little laugh. Classic Hermione. Overall I was pleased with the result. 

Detentions with Umbridge had continued throughout the week which accounted for the deepening of the scar on my hand. It made it hard to concentrate on the majority of my lessons, not that I usually pay attention anyways. 

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Finally, I had made it to the end of the day, quite excited for school to be done with for the day. I gave a sigh of relief conjuring up my schedule to see what was last period. Defense against the dark arts was unfortunately my last subject today. Bloody Brilliant! 

As soon as I entered the classroom the waft negative energy hit me like a brick. The Slytherins were already sat in the class right at the front. Right in the middle of it all was Malfoy being the ever insufferable prat he always was. 

I sat near the back on the other side of the classroom to avoid any attention from the students dressed in green. Even from the back Malfoys voice seemed to drift, confidence evident in his voice. 

The git started talking even louder as if he wanted everyone in the room to hear his conversation. "Well, you see my father-" 

"Nobody gives a damn about your father Malfoy," I hissed my voice laced with dripping poison. The tips of the Slytherins face cheeks transformed from the usual pale to a more gentle crimson red. 

"You think I care what the golden boy thinks?" he laughed the crimson color faded to a more light pink making his cheeks look slightly rosy.

"Yes I do, I very much-" he was cut short by the clicking of high heels behind him, a lady dressed from head to toe in pink had just entered the room. 

There was a sign of disapproval on her face, her nose was upturned and her eyes narrowed. "Take a seat Mr. Potter unless you want to be joining me in another detention." 

I took a seat in the nearest chair, merlin knows I don't want another detention. He also knows I was not happy about complying with the two-faced professor. Professor Quirrell couldn't be more two-faced than this lady and that was definitely saying something. 

"Ordinary Wizarding Levels, more commonly known as Owls. We will be following the carefully planned Ministry textbooks, which will contain all you need to know about the defense." 

Books flew across the room in an orderly fashion, being delivered to each of the students. The textbook in my hand had an old-timely printed text. Labeled for Beginners. 

This was going to be a great class. 

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"That class was rubbish. Not being about to use any spells what utter rubbish." Hermione protested right after we left the classroom. 

"Right yeah. I agree with you 100 percent. Now Hermione we have that thing to do." At my anxiousness, Hermione gave a great big eye roll. 

Ron looked utterly confused at what was going on, he looked back and forth between the both of us. "What are you two going to do?"

"Harry here has a book that he wants me to look at. He just found it, out of nowhere... apparently...." she trailed off. 

"Yeah, you could join if you wanted to mate. I just thought you wouldn't be interested"I shrugged my shoulders. 

Ron gave a nod. "Yeah no, I don't see you later mate. Good luck then." 

After we had retrieved the book from the library, Hermione and I went to a secluded part of the library. 

Stealing the book out of my hands Hermione started analyzing the book. "It's a very odd pattern, and there's no title."

Agreeing with her, I nodded. "Yeah, makes you wonder." 

After a sign of approval from Hermione, we opened the book and started reading. As they read their eyes grew wider. 

"The mark of the Gemamare. What is done to one must be done to the other. Star-crossed lovers  reincarnated... fated for each other.... cursed by a dark wizard. " Hermione mumbled as she read along the pages picking out the information that particularly stuck with her. 

"But that must mean, whoever wrote that on my-er-their arm is-" 

"Is your soul-mate Harry." 

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(A/N)

This isn't as good as I wanted it to be but I needed to get an update in today. 

What do you think?

In the future, I won't be able to update as regularly but I will still update whenever I can.