The thing that dared called itself Voldemort was nothing more than a twisted, mentally disturbed reflection of Tom Riddle. It angered him beyond belief that this twisted, thing would dare harm Tom Riddle's mate. Wasn't that surprising? Not really. It all started when the boy had been attacked by that thing. A sliver of Tom Riddle's soul had been lodge in the forehead of Hadrian.
The sliver had seen the worst of Hadrian's life. It also remembered everything that the old coot had tried to erase from Hadrian's memories. The fragment of soul had been there every step of Hadrian's life. It wasn't until the soul had sensed the fragment within the journal did it have a plan.
The fragment had been only a little saner than the thing, but that was only because Hadrian had kept it sane. When Hadrian had touched the journal there had been an instance transfer of memories. The soul fragment had been horrified at what the thing had done. It wanted to be free and most of all to be whole.
When the thing had been brought back their plans had to be escalated. Especially after the fragment had learned that their mate was fading. It couldn't live without Hadrian. It was only sane because of Hadrian. When the locket had tried to talk sense into the thing and had been denied. It was only then that the soul fragments realized how much they had messed up.
They had to become whole. If they didn't, Hadrian would most likely fade into the afterlife.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but I promise this isn't a filler. This is an important part of the story. I will be updating with an actual chapter here soon.
