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Summary: Deep in the bowels of the Ministry of Magic is hidden the biggest enigma of the wizarding. No, it is not some weapon, or a spell or even a secret doorway to other words. It's a simple golden goblet with the power to find soul-mates. And every single morning it produces a list of names, creating a tight contract between the soul-mates and itself. A contract so powerful that breaking it will cost your magic or ever your life.
So what happens when the day after her seventeen birthday Ivy Potter's name is called out, matched to the one and only Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Slytherin? Hell breaks loose, of course.

Rating: M
Main pairing: Fem!Harry/ Tom Riddle
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence, sexual situations

Saints and Sinners
Prologue

Deep in the bowels of the Ministry of Magic, veiled behind the thick doors and treacherous corridors of the Department of Mysteries, lies the biggest enigma of the wizarding world. No, it is not some weapon, or a spell, nor even a doorway to other worlds as some fantasy lovers would have wished. It's not even big, truth to be told. No, it is in fact a perfectly harmless looking chalice of pure gold, engraved with rubies and sapphires which painted intricate runes and symbols over its shiny surface. Nothing that special at first glance, of course, if you don't count the flames dancing inside it, but for the world of magic, there was indeed nothing surprising about a goblet full of fire.

But special it was.

It was infused with magic so ancient and alien, that its origins were yet unknown, despite the hundreds of Unspeakables who had tried and failed to reveal its secrets through the centuries. You see, this innocent looking goblet had the power to find soul-mates. And every day at six o'clock on the dot it would spew out a list of names of wizards and witches over the age of seventeen and their respective halves.

There are many theories about how the goblet came to be and what criteria it used to match people, some of who have never met before with such surety. Some speculated that it was a gift from Hecate to her favorites, to make sure that the strongest possible magical children were born. Others said that it was the product of a genius ancient wizard who was desperate to find his soul mate.

Still, much is unknown and most of it will probably remain that way for centuries to come.

But one thing was clear – if your name came out of the goblet, you better follow its instructions.

Of course, through the centuries, there were those who opposed the will of the goblet and rebelled against the match. And therein hides the terrifying truth of the Soul-Matcher, as it was nicknamed by the population – those who refused its will lost their magic. Some of them died instantly afterwards, their bodies unable to cope without magical core. The few who survived were left trying to blend in the Muggle world, though more often than not they were unsuccessful and eventually they too met their demise.

So every single morning at ten o'clock every single unmarried magical in Britain gathered around the radio, waiting for the new list the Goblet had delivered, hoping and fearing they would hear their name. It didn't matter if you were man or woman, strong or weak – if you could still produce children, chances were your name could be called next.

AN: I really, really should be working on my Percy Jackson fanfictions instead of posting this but honestly that damn plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone for months! So here is it – the Fem!Harry/ Tom Riddle story I've just been aching to write.

This is just the prologue and I hope you like it. I'll probably post the first chapter after two-three days.

Please drop a review and let me know what you think.