I woke up confused.

I have a very weird dream. I thought.

My brows furrowed in confusion. It felt real.

I was brought out of my stupor when I heard banging at my door.

"Wake up girl!" My aunt screeched.

"Yes aunt Petunia." I said indicating the I was awake.

I stood up from bed and slightly brushed my unruly hair, tied it lowly with a hair tie and gone down stairs to serve my relatives as a starting routine.

After breakfast, around 9:30 I was ordered to weed the front yard and water them. Uncle Vernon head out to work and Dudley raced out to meet with his gang while Aunt Petunia went next door to gossip.

It has been an hour since I've started weeding the front yard, my loose black tank top sticking on my body with sweat, my hands and knees dirtied with soil.

"How dull." A familiar voice called out.

I glanced up to see Voldemort looking down at me. I groaned in annoyance.

"I've always imagine how you would look kneeling in front of me." He continued. "But I supposed I preferred seeing you sobbing like a child in front of me, begging to spare your life."

"Keep dreaming I will never beg to you to spare my life." I said standing up from my kneeling position.

He smirked. "I expect no less from you Potter. It would be a large disappointment on my side."

I sneered at him. "Did you decide how to kill me yet, Tom?"

"Don't call me that!" He growled.

I smirked. "Why isn't that your name? Tom."

He glared at me. "I didn't come here to lose my patience over you Potter."

"What did you come here for then? Other than killing me of course."

"I came here to offer you an oath."

I felt my eyes widened. "An oath?"

"Yes."

"Why?"
"I realized something of importance when we spoke yesterday."

I gave him a confused look. "What is it?"

"When you said about on how you can speak parseltongue when I'm absolutely positive that I'm the last heir of Salazar Slytherin and you claimed that Dumbledore claims that I must have left some of my magic within you when I tried killing you when you were a child. I must say that Dumbledore is partially correct." He explained.

"You mean you really did leave some of your magic in me?" I said.

He looked straight to my eyes, sapphire eyes glowing. "Yes and no."

"You're confusing me."

He rolled his eyes in disbelief. "I did not leave my magic on you per se. Do you know what a Horcrux is Hyacinth?

I furrowed my brows on his tone as he said my name as if trying it on his tongue. "I have no idea."

"A horcrux is an object where a witch or a wizard hides a fragment of their soul. If you have one, it will give you near immortality. My diary is one."

"You mean the diary is not just a memory but your soul itself?"

"Yes."

"Is that why you did not die when I was a baby?"

"That's correct."

"But how are you still alive? I destroyed your diary in second year but you're still able to revive yourself despite of it being destroyed."

"First, my diary is not my only horcrux."

"What?!" I exclaimed.

"Don't interrupt me brat." He warned. "Second, I do not think that destroying my horcrux means killing my soul."

"Oh, that means I only destroyed the container and your soul returned to you."

"Wow, you're not an absolute idiot."

"Hey, just because Hermione do all the research and the planning does not mean I'm fully ignorant!" I defended. "How many horcrux did you create?"

"Originally I believe I have six." He said, his eyes softening as he spoke. "My diary is now destroyed but currently I still have six."

"Wait. What do you mean?" I asked confused. "You have six but I destroyed one horcrux shouldn't you have only five?"

"I know how to subtract Hyacinth." He drawled. "I just found out I have a seventh horcrux. An accidental one."

Confused, that's what I felt first as he said it then it clicked all together.

"I'm the seventh aren't I?"

"Yes."

"What does that mean for me?"

He closed his eyes tiredly. "It means that I have no intention in killing you. That's why I came to give you an oath."

"But isn't it more reason for you to kill me to take back your soul?"

"Stupid child. Even if the result of you destroying my horcrux and half of my soul returning back to me does not mean I could reclaim it from you."

"Why?"

"Because you're my first living horcrux. There's a possibility that my soul merged with your soul."

"So if you kill me your soul might be killed as well."

He nodded.

"So what are you going to do to me? Going to lock me away?"

"No."

"Why wouldn't you rather have me close away from Dumbledore?"

"I agree that would be safer. However, I'd rather not." He said. "You told me how you are treated by your muggle relatives and I do not wish you to feel it if you were to stay with me."

"What do you mean by that?"

He placed a hand on my cheek. "I'm saying that I would rather make you feel like a queen as you should be if you were to be by my side."