A soft smile overtook Tom as he went to grab his soulmate’s tiny hand. As soon as he touched it, a warm, pleasurable sensation spread down his hand. It felt like when you step into a hot shower after being out in the cold. He gazed silently at is soulmate and whispered, "I have found you, Harry." He hungrily took in his features, because he never thought he could ever have a soulmate; very few witches and wizards have one and he was very lucky.