Title: United

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Summary: Memories buried long ago return when Tom Riddle accidentally integrates himself with his very first horcrux. There are only two wizards strong enough to destroy his horcruxes and provide him freedom from this hell that he has created for himself. HP/DM. TR/?

Severitus. Harry/ Draco (Main)

A/N: There will be alternating point of views in this story.

So let's begin….

Chapter-1

Buried Memories

Lord Voldemort. This was what he was called. It was an accident. He had not meant to integrate with the horcrux inside Nagini. He had just wanted to ensure that it was safe. The reason of making Nagini his horcrux was that he had hidden his worst memories inside that horcrux. It was his first one. He had created it to forget everything.

With the integration, came memories and with memories came the realization that he had once fallen in love, that he had once upon a time been able to fall in love.

It seemed a silly reason to divide his soul into pieces. At that time, it had been perfectly normal. He had not been rational and had thought that hiding his memories will be the best solution.

It had been the worst one. Of course, he did not remember most of his past, what with his soul broken into seven pieces. The fact that his own reflection had become unbearable for him was enough of an evidence for the fact that his decision had been hasty one.

The cause was long forgotten. He did not even remember why he had started killing muggles in the first place. He had hated his orphanage. Of course he had. But then Potter had lived a childhood that was worse than his.

He had reached a point of no return now. The only solution was changing of past which was of course not possible. His appearance had changed a bit with the integration. He had lips and nose now and his skin was a bit less scaly now. He wished he could get his old charm and appearance back but it was just wishful thinking. He had created a pit for himself and now could not get out of it.

His - . This was another change. He could no longer call the death eaters his servants, not even in his mind. They were not even his. Most of them did not believe in the supposed cause anymore. How could they when he did not even remember it properly. His aim had not been world domination or eliminating all muggles.

He had wanted to secure a better future for orphans like him. He remembered now. Some of the people in the orphanage had been good to him. Not everyone had bullied him. Hogwarts was the first place he ever considered a home. Dumbledore had never understood him. He had tried to help him but of course his prejudice against the Slytherin house had compelled him to be biased. There was a reason he had blackmailed Abraxas Malfoy to make Lucius a death eater and wanted Draco Malfoy as his servant too. The reason that no one except Abraxas knew.

It had taken forty five years for him to understand that revenge never healed wounds.

A soft knock on the door brought him out of his musings. "Enter." He spoke and the door opened to reveal Lucius and Narcissa.

For a few moments, he just stared. Lucius had so much of Abraxas in him. He was as handsome and as intelligent as Abraxas had been.

Tom sat on the chair, his arms crossed as they entered and kneeled in front of him. They were about to kiss his robes when he muttered "Stop."

With the integration of just on piece of his soul, he had started despising these- these things that the death eaters did, kneeling and kissing his robes, trembling whenever he spoke as much as two words.

Though, Lucius had seldom displayed any fear. Just like his father.

"Lucius, remind me please. Have I returned your wand to you?" He asked and continued "And please stand up. Do not kneel."

Lucius stared at him and so did Narcissa. Both of them blinked hard.

"No, my lord." The blonde murmured in a silky voice. This was another thing he had inherited from his father. Their voices were as soft as silk they never betrayed their feelings. His eyes fell upon Lucius's forearm and he looked at the mark that he had given to Abraxas's son.

"It is somewhere in this room. Please take it back." Tom spoke and Lucius stared again. This time, his eyes betrayed the shock he was feeling and Tom continued "I have my own. I don't need yours."

"Yes, my-" Lucius started and Tom snapped at him "Stop addressing me as your lord."

The silence was deafening. Lucius stared at him with Abraxas's eyes. The eyes were yet another thing that he and Draco had inherited from Abraxas.

"Then what would you have me address you with?" The man asked and Tom noticed that Narcissa was staring at him silently with wide and shocked eyes.

"Whatever you wish, except 'my lord'." Tom muttered. He had started despising the name Voldemort. "Please find your wand. It must be somewhere in this room. I don't remember."

Lucius nodded and started searching along with Narcissa. It was fifteen minutes later that he found his wand. It was under the bed.

"Lucius, where is your son?" Tom asked and Lucius looked at him after returning to his place. The blonde swallowed and looked at his wife. Narcissa's eyes were sad and terrified.

Lucius looked back at him resolutely "Please spare my son. Don't make him pursue the task please. I beg of you. I will do anything."

"I will display your worst and most painful secrets in front of the whole world. I would tarnish your family's image. Nothing short of this would make me spare your son." Tom spoke sharply and Lucius stared at him blankly. He tried to mask it but Tom knew that Lucius was weighing his options. He knew because he had known Abraxas.

"You can. Please just spare Draco. I want him to pursue whatever he wishes. He does not want to become a death eater and I don't want to force it upon him." Lucius requested and this time it was Tom who stared. Abraxas had not given up, not even for his own son. He had chosen his name over his son's future.

"Dismissed. Send Draco." Tom spoke, turning his chair around and staring outside the window.

"He is just a child, my lord. Please." Narcissa begged him and he snapped "Don't address me as your lord. Get out and send Draco."

"Narcissa. Leave." Lucius whispered softly and Narcissa breathed "But-"

"Leave."

The door closed and Tom realized that Narcissa had left. Slowly, he turned around to face Lucius, who was staring at him with unblinking eyes.

"I will do anything if you will just spare my son. My family is my world. I am begging you." He begged and suddenly Tom couldn't take it anymore.

He had reduced Abraxas's son to this.

"I am not going to force anything on your son. Leave and send your son at once. Rest assured, he will return back to you, safe and sound. This is my promise." Tom did not know what had compelled him to promise but he had and Lucius stared at him, stunned.

Lucius looked at him thoughtfully and then nodded before starting towards the door. He was at the door when Tom decided to say something. Perhaps, this was the last time, he would ever meet Lucius or will be able to look into Abraxas's eyes.

"Lucius, look at me." He muttered and Lucius froze before turning softly. He gazed into those silver eyes, eyes that had caressed him once, that had been enough to compel him to do anything. "You look like your father but you are a better man than him."

"Can- can I say something?" Lucius asked, sounding a little nervous.

Tom nodded and Lucius continued "Do you happen to know anyone named Tom?"

Tom stared at him for several minutes before shaking his head. How did Lucius have any idea about his old name?

"On the day father died, I was with him and he kept calling this name repeatedly, as if trying to summon someone." Tom just stared. He couldn't summon any strength or words to ask anything except "Did he say something else?".

"No. He called the name repeatedly before taking his last breathe. I was there with him." Lucius replied and Tom turned away. He did not know what he was supposed to do with this information. He whispered "Leave and send your son immediately." Lucius left.

It was time to finish everything and only two wizards alive could help him.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

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