Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Akame Ga Kill is owned by Takahiro and Tetsuya Tashiro. I own nothing.
The files provided by Minister Bones proved to be most useful. They consisted of the orphanage that he had grown up in, the location of his first job, as well as the location of his mother's house.
Seryu and Bols were sent to the orphanage, Kurome and Akame to visit Diagon Alley for Borgin and Burkes, Najenda had brought Susanoo to Gringotts to inquire about any vaults he might have opened, and Lubbock and Chelsea were sent to his mother's old address.
The town they were in was modest at most. The people usually gathered at the local tavern to laugh and trade stories with one another. For the most part it seemed completely normal.
But when he and Chelsea turned the corner onto the side street that housed Riddle's mother's old home he felt something was off. There was this feeling of darkness and foreboding almost like it didn't want people to walk down this street. That was probably a tell tale sign that something was indeed hidden here.
Despite the weird vibe they were getting the two of them ventured further along down the street.
They stopped when they came to a ruin of a house that once stood. The shrubs had grown wild from the years of being uncared for, and the ruin would be almost impossible to find had it not been for the large amount of negative energy that was coming from it.
Pushing their way past the shrubs they soon found the door that was barely attached to its hinges. The weirdest thing about it was there was old snake skin that was nailed to it. Carefully pushing the door open the two made their way inside the house. Or what was left of it.
If Lubbock had to guess he would say that it was a fire that did most of the damage. Most of the roof had fallen in and the support pillars were rotten due to exposure from the elements. Most of the furniture and walls were blackened and looked charred and withered.
Now that they were standing in the house that uneasy feeling was stronger than ever. He and Chelsea walked past a door way and into what Lubbock assumed to have once been the sitting room. The feeling appeared to be coming from an over turned desk that was broken right down the middle. Opening one of the drawers Lubbock found a small jewelry box within. Taking the box out so Chelsea could also see, he opened it.
Inside was a ring with an engraved stone. One look at it was all the confirmation he needed to know that this was what they came here for. He reached a hand out to grab the ring, but Chelsea grabbed a hold of his wrist.
"Huh?" he asked
"Are you really just going to grab it?" Chelsea asked. "Given how creative your mind is I thought you would be smarter than that."
"Nothing happened when other people grabbed the other ones," Lubbock pointed out.
"For all you know this one can be different," Chelsea countered. "I mean compared to the others this one was easy to find."
"You have a point there," Lubbock said as he worked her words over in his head. "Guess I'll just have to do this." Using Crosstail he slid a string through the rings loop and then lifted it from its box. Now that it was out of the bow he carefully put the ring in his coat pocket making sure his skin didn't touch it.
"All set?" Chelsea asked as she helped herself to another lollipop.
"Yeah," Lubbock said. "We'll have Akame deal with this once we get back."
The two of them left the small town and made their way back to the Capital. Neither of them noticed the cloaked figure make their way towards an abandoned house that overlooked a cemetery.
Back at the Capital Akame drove Murasame into the ring that Lubbock had placed on the table. "So you found the ring in Voldemort's mothers old house," Najenda said. "Good work the both of you. And good thinking on your part of not touching the ring Lubbock." Lubbock basked in the praise she had given him. "You weren't the only ones with success."
"You found something at the bank?" Akame asked.
"Yes me and Susanoo asked one of those goblins if Voldemort had opened any vaults that might have housed one of those artifacts. They told us that the safety and privacy of their customers was their top priority and they were not at legal liberty to discuss such matters."
"Doesn't sound like success," Chelsea said.
"Not at first," Najenda continued, "but I showed then that diadem and offered a deal with them. In exchange for the diadem they would have to search their vaults for any artifacts that might have been considered dark. As fate would have it they found one in a vault of one of his followers. They even took the effort of removing the darkness from it, since they decided it would give their bank a bad reputation."
"So two more of them huh?" Lubbock asked. "Just how many of these things did that Voldemort guy make?"
"I don't think any of us have the answer to that," Najenda told him. "We may have gotten rid of quite a few so far, but we should still keep a keen eye open for any others that may arise."
Back in the small town of Little Hangleton in the house overlooking the cemetery, was where what was left of Voldemort was dwelling. His life force was so weak that he could barely be considered someone who was alive. After what Potter did to him at the end of last year had left him nearly drained of his magical reserves. He was only alive thanks to his horcruxs.
He always hated this house. It was his father's house. It was a reminder to him that his father was just a muggle, and a rich one at that. All of that money and he didn't give any of it to his mother who was carrying his child. Truthfully that was the main reason he resented his father, Tom Riddle Sr. He was ashamed of his blood status , yes, but the fact that his mother might have survived if she had only had the means to better herself. She had magic, it was weak but she had it, but that was not enough to save her.
Still it was better here than at the orphanage. He hated that place just as much if not more. The other kids had always picked on him at first, and that bitch of a head nurse did nothing about it. It was there he learned that if you want to survive you have to be willing to make the first move.
He knew he had been cruel to the other kids, but it was either them or him. And he would choose to safe himself every time.
He had been so relieved when he found out that he was a wizard. All of those things he had done to make the other kids submit to him were now explained. Hogwarts offered him the home that he always wanted. That was until he was sorted into Slytherin and a few of the older students stared making fun of him for his heritage. They didn't recognize the name of Riddle as being that of a pureblood family, and he received many insults for it. It wasn't until he came up with a quick lie and managed to convince a few of them that Riddle was in fact pureblood, it was just a splinter from one of the major families. The bullying had lessened, but he knew that in this new society it would be the same as with the orphanage, he would have to make the first move.
He saw the way the purebloods acted, they were the top of the food chain, and muggleborns were at the very bottom. He could certainly relate to being the victim, but pretending to be a pureblood gave him more options to change society. He just needed to unite the purebloods since they held the power, he would act as the puppet master pulling the strings from the background. He could change this society for the better.
Yet despite his intentions for a better society he still feared death. He did not know how long it would take to reform their world, or if he would live long enough to see it. That was when he discovered the secret of the horcruxs.
After he made his first he could only remember that something in his head seemed to switch. He started to believe the pureblood ideology that he preached, despite being a halfblood. It would ensure his immortality, but what if it was found? He needed more. He needed to stay alive to see the world he was going to create.
As he made more and more horcruxs he slowly lost what sight of what he had been working for. Instead of creating a better society, he now wanted to rule it himself. He waged war on the Ministry and began his reign of terror.
It wasn't until he heard of that prophecy concerning him and Potter did he make the biggest mistake of his life. Whatever the boy's mother had done it protected the boy from the killing curse. He had been acting on emotion, acting on the fear of dying. If he hadn't he might still have his body instead of this scrawny form. The best option for him now would be to just wait it out. Just wait for someone to come and find him. Although he doubted anyone would. His most loyal followers were in prison, and those who weren't believed him to be dead.
It was unlikely that anyone would find him. That was until he heard the ever faint sound of a door being opened from below and the sound of footsteps walking up the stairs. Someone else was in the house.