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30 October 1995.

The heir of Slytherin shall realize his mistakes and seek to rectify the wrongs he has done.

And he shall finally realize that in order for the Slytherin line to continue, he needs an heir himself. And he shall choose the perfect one to bear his child. His soulmate. And he shall care for them with all his heart and soul and woo them rigorously.

Harry felt that he had some ability in predicting things that came true. He wanted to test this ability since his prior predictions came true. So why not fuck with Voldemort?

Only Ron understood his entry in the next class, and that was okay with him. It was a joke, but he couldn't help it. And Trelawney gave him high marks for his 'amazing skill'. He'd finally learned to 'broaden his mind', like she'd alway been saying.

The few Slytherins in the class gave him horrified looks. It was great.

The next day was Hallowe'en.

And Harry received the oddest and probably most terrifying piece of mail.

Hello Harry,

It was a sudden thing for me. I had been contemplating my life when I realized several horrifying revelations. When the truth was before me and I couldn't deny it, I immediately set to fixing the issue.

In my youth, I dabbled in many things that would make some of the worst Dark Wizards, shudder. I had been so focused on my goal, that I lost myself along the way. Now that I am mostly whole once more, I can truly see where I went wrong. But worry not little one, all will be well eventually.

I mostly feel that you should be made aware of my goals. Your parents died by my hand and you deserve an explanation for why I killed them. No. It wasn't some fit of madness like you've probably been informed.

There was a prophecy made about you and I. One of my followers overheard part of it before being discovered. In an effort to please me, they told me what they heard and I determined that it was you. 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies.'

This was why I attacked you. However, I had given both of your parents chances to step aside and they refused. I am sorry that I killed them, but I am not sorry for why. I had many goals and ambitions and your existence had stood in the way of it all, or so I assumed. I couldn't afford to have Dumbledore using you against me. And yet look at what happened. The old fool has you in his pocket like the little weapon you are. And he never told you of the prophecy.

He knows the whole prophecy, Harry. Your farce of a Divination professor gave it to him in an interview in the Hog's Head. Why didn't he tell you, I wonder?

If you wish to learn the whole prophecy, you'll find it in the Hall of Prophecy in the Ministry. Obviously I cannot go and fetch it but you can. And you will see. No one but those pertaining to the prophecy can touch it. Only you and I, Harry. Do tell me the full prophecy when you retrieve it, will you?

Little one, you and I are going to become very well acquainted within the next few months. I cannot wait.

Longingly yours,

Tom Riddle.

Voldemort sent him a letter. Called him 'little one' twice. Called himself Tom Riddle. Mentioned a prophecy? Dumbledore knew about it? 'Longingly yours'?

Harry stuffed the letter into his robe pocket and shook his head at the questioning looks his friends were giving him.

"Are we meeting tonight or tomorrow?" he asked, changing the subject instantly.

He refused to think of the letter until further notice.

Tom Riddle stared out at the gardens in wonder.

He didn't know what possessed him to do it, but he had sat down and decided to think over his life decisions and realized that he had gone wrong somewhere.

It was shocking and annoying. He was ill and his magic was acting up. Not working like it should. And then something told him to read a particular book. A book he had to pull a lot of strings to purchase. But he did it and the book had been a great help.

However, he'd done the foolish thing and not read all of the effects of a particular ritual he had used and now he was suffering for it.

If he had known that making Horcruxes would destroy his sanity and magic so thoroughly, he wouldn't have made so many.

And so he went about reclaiming his failsafes to immortality and was severely disappointed to learn that his diary had been destroyed. Lucius was still twitching in the aftereffects of Tom's Crucio. He supposed he deserved it though, because he hadn't paid full attention and now half of his soul was lost in limbo.

It was a pretty mild punishment after everything he had done in his life.

In an effort to heal himself, he did the reverse ritual and absorbed his Horcruxes once more, leaving only one behind. Nagini.

He felt so much better! And his magic leapt to his call instantly with no struggle. This good feeling led him to a sort of mental clarity. And he noticed that he was nearly seventy years of age and had yet to have an heir of his own. How would the Slytherin line continue if he didn't do his part in furthering it?

The Dark Lord walked into Gringotts as himself. He hadn't looked so human in decades, but no one but the Goblins recognized him. And even then, they said nothing to him. He simply accepted his lordship and decided to have a full exam on his life done. The results, were stunning and pleasing all at once.

Name: Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Political Status: Lord Slytherin.

Blood Status: Halfblood.

Birthday: 31 December 1926.

Age: 68.

Descendant: Slytherin, Peverell, Gaunt.

Bloodline: Parselmouth.

Soulmate's Status: Alive.

Soulmate: Harry James Potter.

Prophecy Status: Partially-Complete. Bonding required.

Prophecy: 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not. And the equal shall cleanse the other's soul and return him to himself. And they shall go forth in life, together. A bond unbreakable.'

He'd sat back in the comfortable chair in the Head Goblin's office and sighed. They boy actually hadn't been prophesied to kill him. But to heal him. To make him better. And apparently he had succeeded and all they needed to do to finish the prophecy was to bond.

This complicated matters.

Why hadn't Dumbledore told the boy the prophecy? Or had he? No, the boy had been extremely defiant - amazingly so - in the graveyard. So he hadn't known of the prophecy yet. He'd been moderately powerful for a boy who hadn't any training in the least. Why wasn't Dumbledore training his little weapon? He hadn't thought of it before but now, he had a lot on his mind.

Was Dumbledore just using the boy?

He read about Peter getting captured by the Ministry. And Severus had reported Potter's reaction to the Prophet investigation and it explained a lot. Dumbledore had placed the boy with those muggles and there was no positive affections between them. For all they knew, Potter had been abused.

He was curious and of course asked the Head Goblin about Harry Potter.

"We cannot divulge information about others and their accounts. However, seeing as he is your soulmate, we may be able to part with some things for a fee of course."

He paid the ridiculous fee.

"Heir Potter-Black has never contacted us about his vaults and has only withdrawn something once. The other times, Molly Weasley withdrew the proper funds for his prior school years. He's never even held his Trust Vault key. He is a Parselmouth. Descendent of the Gryffindor, Peverell, Black, and Potter lines as well."

The Dark Lord left the bank with a new outlook.

So not only was Potter his soulmate, but he was a Parselmouth. But how? He'd been given a small amount of information on the boy's lineage and though they shared a common ancestry, they were from two different brothers, so there was no way he had Slytherin in his veins. Right?

When composing his letter to the boy that evening, he made sure to do what was required. Niceties being observed and all that.

His letter to the lad was much kinder than he'd ever been with anyone. And it was genuine. He felt himself not having to force the apology or the smile on his face while he wrote. He didn't understand those emotions all that much though.

Now… how to convince Potter that they were meant for each other?

A/N: Another one is done.

-Yes, I fucked with the prophecy.

-Yes, Voldemort is normal now.

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