A/N:

Hello to whoever is reading this. This is the first fanfic I have ever written so um... I'll try my best. This fic is inspired greatly by The Amplitude, Frequency and Resistance of the Soul Bond by Council. A few chapters in you'll probably feel like I'm copying Council's story but I can assure you that I can't really diverge that much so early on. Just putting this out there, I only decided to write since Council seems to have abandoned his story and while the idea of soul bonds doesn't appeal to me a lot, Council's take on it appealed to me.

This story will involve some kind of romance as it is a Harry/Ginny focus but, as you can see in the summary, it won't be immediate unrealistic love. The story will most likely progress pretty fast but I'll try to make it as interesting as possible.

This chapter was initially a short prologue. However, one of my reviews suggested I make it part of my chapter so this is the result of that. Rate if you want and please review.

Disclaimer:

Harry Potter and anything in it belongs to J.K. Rowling. The only thing that is mine is what's different to the original.

Inspired by The Amplitude, Frequency and Resistance of the Soul Bond by Council

The Secret Space of Split Souls

Chapter 1: Convergence

Harry Potter was a very unusual boy. He hated the summer and really wanted to do his homework. But this wasn't what made him so unusual. Not even the fact that he was a wizard was the most unusual part about him. What was most unusual was the secret he was hiding. Harry Potter actually had–

"Boy! Guess what's happening today!?" A shout interrupted Harry's internal, third-person, birthday monologue.

He huffed and repeated the last of his monologue again. Harry Potter actually had a person inside his head. Glad that he finished his birthday monologue, he hopped down the stairs with a smile on his when his happy thoughts were once again interrupted.

'See Harry? They do remember your birthday!'

The only difference this time was that it wasn't his uncle yelling at him, nor his aunt screeching, and it wasn't even his cousin making fun of him. No. This time it was the person inside his head. A person whose name w –

'Can you really hop down stairs Harry?'

Harry groaned. Why couldn't people just let him monologue in peace?

"BOY! Get down here!" Vernon's roar snapped him out of his reverie.

Harry quickly reached the bottom of the stairs to see Uncle Vernon standing at the door and waiting for him impatiently.

"Marge is coming arriving today and" – Vernon snarled as he pointed a fat finger at Harry threateningly – "we need to get some things straight. You will keep a civil head while she's here."

To which Harry responded, "I will if she does," and was promptly ignored.

"And Marge doesn't know about any of your abnormality which is the way we want to keep it," growled Uncle Vernon. "Make sure you keep any of your – funny stuff to yourself and behave."

To which Harry Potter, once again, replied, "I will if she does," and was, once again, promptly ignored.

Somewhat sadly and unsurprisingly, she didn't. As it happened, on the very first evening of her stay, Aunt Marge apparently crossed the line.

"Now I'm not saying anything against your family, Petunia," She said in what was probably supposed to be a consoling voice, "but your sister was a bad egg."

At this point, Harry could practically feel the steam coming from his ears as he focused on anything but the fat lumps on the dinner table.

'Honestly! I still can't believe that your family forgot when your birthday is.'

Harry groaned as the voice entered his head. Everything seemed to happen to him. First, he saved the wizarding world twice from the guy-who-likes-acronyms and saved his best friend's little sister. And what did he get in return? Summer with the Dursleys with Ginny there to witness his shame. And it was finally revealed. The name of the person inside his head was Ginny Weasley.

'Not now Ginny! I'm in – in the middle of something.' Harry replied.

Ginny huffed discontentedly at Harry's thoughts.

'You know, as much as you say that I'm in your head, I can say that you're in my head!'

Apparently realising that Harry was ignoring her, Marge asked him, "Have you been beaten often at… wherever it is you go to – St Brutus something? A good thrashing is really what you need, boy."

'That disgusting, fat bitch! She's uglier than a garden gnome!'

Harry winced at Ginny's language, but he had to admit that it really was an accurate description of Marge. Aunt Marge glared at him, irritated that he was making her wait. Looking, past her fat frame he saw Uncle Vernon curtly nod. "Oh – oh yeah," said Harry, "I've been beaten loads of times."

"I don't like your tone boy. You mustn't blame yourself for the way that thing has turned out Vernon." Marge said, turning to Vernon, "If there's something rotten inside, there's nothing you can do!" Harry stared at her, amusement forgotten, while he recited the Hogwarts school song to keep him from blowing something up.

'How could she!?' exclaimed Ginny in outrage, 'I can't believe your relatives are so horrible! How could Dumbledore let you stay here?' Usually he would defend the greatest wizard of all time but in this situation, he had to agree. Apparently, her rage at his relatives must have transferred to him as he couldn't control himself after what happened next.

"You see it all the time in breeding dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, then there's something wrong with the pup!" Aunt Marge said just before her wine glass shattered and a shirt button popped, flying straight into Dudley's face'. Everyone's eyes widened as she proceeded to blow up to a size which, in Harry's honest opinion, could givethe magnificence of Dumbledore's beard a run for its money.

'Yeah! Go get her Harry!'

Harry watched Aunt Marge rolling around shrieking. Maybe there was nothing he could do about Ginny witnessing the laughable life of Harry Potter. But at least she made it fun.

2 months and 2 days earlier

Harry weakly stared at the space in front of him. Just seconds ago, the soon-to-be-resurrected Tom Riddle had stood there. But now he was gone, and Harry had a soul-splitting headache. Literally. He blankly looked at the light emerging from his lightning bolt scar, bright green but tainted by Darkness.

In this state, Harry barely noticed that a similar light, except red, had appeared from the remains of Riddle's diary. For some inexplicable reason, the two lights flowed towards each other. It was a captivating sight for the dazed Harry Potter. What could only have been his and Ginny's souls, seeped into each other.

When the soul light finally merged, it split into two; one part seeped into Ginny and the other part pierced into Harry's scar. Immediately, all of his magic converged on that one spot. Just as the pressure became too great, it exploded. At that moment, the only thing he knew was excruciating pain. His soul, the core of his being, was ripped into tiny pieces and until it was finally put back together, Harry Potter ceased to exist.

Present

Harry Potter sighed as he dragged his trunk and Hedwig's cage to Magnolia Crescent and sat down on the curb. After the anger and adrenaline from blowing up his aunt he expired, he realised that he had nowhere to go and nothing to do. He wracked his exhausted mind and then, finally, decided to rely on his last resort.

'Ginny, I need your help.'

'Aha! I was wondering when you'd ask. Now, just lift your wand arm into the air and –'

Bang! Harry threw his arms up to block a sudden, blinding light and tripped over backward. Expecting to hit the ground on his bum, he shrieked when he instead fell over a dog and flipped across its back. It was a huge black dog that would have been menacing if it wasn't so skinny. From where he lay on the ground, he could see its ribs sticking out. Harry startled when he suddenly realised that a bus had appeared and the conductor had popped out the door, reciting loudly into the empty night.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve —"

The conductor stopped abruptly. He had just noticed that standing in front of him was a massive dog with its tongue sticking out. Harry quickly stood up and walked around the side of the dog. As he brushed himself off, he noticed that Stan was staring at him in amusement and shock.

'Awkward.'

'Not helpful Ginny.'

"What were you doing under that dog?" said Stan.

"Fell over," replied Harry.

"'Choo fall over for?" sniggered Stan.

"I didn't mean to," Harry replied in annoyance. Suddenly remembering what exactly it was he'd fallen over, Harry looked at the massive creature standing next to him, tongue still sticking out.

'Aww, it's so cute. Can we please keep it?

'No.'

'Pretty please?'

'No.'

'…You know, all six of my brothers say that I have a really mean bat bogey hex.'

Harry shivered.

'Er… Actually, I was thinking that we should keep Snuffles.'

'I'm glad you've seen the light Harry dear.' Ginny said sweetly.

"'Is tha' your pet 'en?" Stan asked.

"Er… yeah, absolutely. Snuffles is my dog." Harry replied unenthusiastically. And the dog proceeded to knock him over and lick his face; possibly in excitement but probably as revenge for the terrible name. After he finally extricated himself from the animal, however, Harry found out another reason for why he shouldn't have listened to Ginny.

"Woss that on your 'ead?" said Stan suspiciously.

"Nothing," uttered Harry a bit too quickly and pulled down his now wet hair over his scar.

"What 'choo say your name was 'gain?" Stan persisted.

"I didn't. It's Gin – Neville Longbottom. Can I get on the bus now?" Harry squeaked out the second part. He could hear Ginny laughing her teeth off in the background.

Stan raised an eyebrow and ushered him and his new dog on while saying, "Right then, Gineville, where 'bouts you 'eaded?"

"Leaky Cauldron, and it's not Gi –" started Harry but then was, again, rudely interrupted for the third time that day.

"Righto, Gin," Stan said disinterestedly, "Take 'er away, Ernie."

"Yah Ernie, hit it!" A shrunken head said in a Jamaican accent.

Snuffles woofed happily and they were off with a bang.

Some would say the ride was thrilling. Harry would say it was… hair-raising. Initially, he stared out the window, hoping he wouldn't get sick from the chaotic driving. He regretted that when he saw the bus headed for a train. Harry was glad that magic existed if only for the fact that it lifted the train above the bus before they crashed.

Eventually, the bus jerked to a stop and a dazed Harry Potter fell off the bus then crawled to his feet in front of the Leaky Cauldron.

'I hate you, Harry. I fell off my chair at the dinner table and now everyone's looking at me weirdly.'

'Ginny, you realise that you're the reason for this.'

'It's not like I knew you were so weak. You've slain a 60-foot basilisk! Honestly, motion sickness.'

Harry sighed. Ignoring the strange looks people were giving him, he entered the dingy pub, happy that he was on steady ground, and… ran right into the man he was running from.

"Harry, my boy! Goodness gracious, you're alright," exclaimed the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Harry groaned.

'Can you stop with the groaning?'

Harry groaned again.