Summary: Everyone in the wizarding world has a tattoo the day they are born, telling them their soul-mates initials, but what happens when Charlie Weasley meets his soul-mate, Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort?
Cantil:!IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ! Okay, so some of you may be confused about why Charlie isn't in Romania, or the fact that his siblings are older than normal. The reason for this is because I miscalculated how old Charlie would be by the time he graduated from Hogwarts. So, for the purposes of this story Harry and Charlies siblings are older and around the same age of Charlie, but still younger. Enough about that though, please enjoy this chapter and tell me what you think or if I should continue.
Recap Of Chapter 2:
Charlie carefully unfolded the paper and read the note.
It was a pleasure to meet you Charlie, my soul-mate. I would like to meet up with you. Included here is my address. If you'd like, you may come see me and we can get to know each other more. Hope to see you soon,
Tom
Charlie hugged the note tightly to his chest, and left to go home. He would definitely be seeing Tom, tomorrow if possible. Charlie smiled brightly for the first time in weeks.
Tattooed Souls
Chapter 3
The next day Charlie quickly got dressed, did his daily routine, and bounded down the stairs of the Burrow like he was being chased. His mother looked up from the table she was setting with a stern frown.
"Charlie, you know better than to run in the house." She scolded. Charlie looked down, ashamed.
"Sorry." He apologized. Molly patted him on the shoulder.
"It's okay. Now let's get everyone down here for breakfast, yes?" Charlie nodded and called for Bill, Fleur, and Arthur. Breakfast was a relatively quiet affair, that is until Bill noticed how happy Charlie was.
"What's got you in a good mood today?" Bill asked curiously. Everyone looked at Charlie in surprise. Guess they noticed how moody I've been then. Charlie thought.
"Nothing." He said quickly, too quickly.
"That doesn't sound like nothing to me." Arthur chimed in. Bill nodded in agreement. Charlie looked to Molly for help.
"That's enough boys," Arthur was about to protest, but Molly smacked him with her wooden spoon. "Leave Charlie be. If he wants to tell you lot what has made him happy then he will, on his own time." She glanced at Fleur who had been silent this whole time, too shocked that Molly had smacked Arthur with a spoon.
"Oh don't you worry dear. You'll soon get used to this families antics. Now, how about I teach you how to make my famous ginger snaps for Bill?"
"Mom!" Bill groaned. "I'm not a child."
"Really? Could have fooled me." Charlie teased, earning him a smack on the arm.
"Shut it." Bill smiled.
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Charlie looked down at the address in his hands, his wrist pulsing with energy. If Charlie didn't know any better he'd think the tattoo was excited to see Tom again. Okay Charlie. He thought. This shouldn't be difficult, you can follow directions. He groaned in annoyance at all the houses on the street. This will take bloody ages. He frowned. Well, better get moving before it gets dark.
He glanced up at the sky as he quickly walked down the old winding road. It took nearly thirty minutes to find the damn place and Charlie was exhausted. Wait a minute. Charlie you idiot. Tom gave you the exact address so you could apparate directly to it, not walk. Charlie really hated himself and his stupidity in this moment. All that for nothing.
Charlie opened the rusted iron gate at the end of the driveway and looked up curiously. What stood in front of Charlie made his breath hitch. The place was a big Victorian styled mansion with moss covering most of it. There was a dense forest surrounding the building and the pathway leading to the door was stone. He cautiously made his way up the front porch and up to the tall double doors. He grabbed a knocker that was in the shape of a cobra and rapped on the door thrice.
There was a thump on the other side, then a gorgeous looking Tom opened the door in surprise. Tom was dressed in a white dress shirt and black pants. Dark, almost black eyes met Charlie's brilliant blue in a fierce battle for dominance. Charlie blushed and looked away.
"Hey." He greeted lamely, unable to form a proper greeting.
Tom seemed to snap out of his trance and smiled charmingly. "Hello Charlie, care to come in?" He stepped aside to allow Charlie inside. Charlie carefully stepped over the threshold, trying not to make more of a fool of himself. He observed his surroundings in awe, unaware of the eyes following him. It was even more beautiful than Charlie had imagined.
"This house originally belonged to my...Father. I inherited it when he passed." Tom explained as Charlie looked around. Charlie nodded, but suddenly frowned. He had been too busy admiring the house to fully pay attention to what Tom was saying. His dad passed away? Charlie asked himself.
"Oh, what happened to him?" He asked carefully. Seeing Toms body tense and freeze made Charlie regret asking. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that." He said quickly.
Tom shook his head. "No it's okay. You didn't know," Tom contemplated something before continuing, "My...Father, was murdered." Tom said. Charlie noticed that Tom had a hard time saying father, but quickly dismissed the thought.
"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss." He said sadly.
"It's fine. He...Wasn't much of a father. I didn't even know he existed until the people at the orphanage I went to told me about him." Tom explained. Charlie nodded. He could tell that Tom didn't want to talk about it so he hurriedly dropped the subject. Tom looked grateful for the change.
"So, tell me about yourself Charlie." Tom implored.
Charlie shrugged. "There's not much to tell."
"Oh, come now. Surely there must be something."
Charlie thought a minute before speaking. "Well, I have five brothers and one sister." He didn't really think something as mundane as that would interest Tom, but to his surprise Tom was very interested.
"What's that like, living with that many siblings?" Tom asked.
Charlie shrugged. "It's difficult at times. We have to share all our clothes, have set shower times so everyone gets a chance to take one, you can't hide secrets very well, it's generally chaos in the house at all times, and we have to share bedrooms as well. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind sharing, but sometimes I wish it were just me and my older brother Bill like it used to be. Having that many siblings makes me feel like I have no privacy at times." He admitted quietly.
Tom nodded in understanding. "I see." He said.
They both sat down across from each other at a table in the kitchen and spent the rest of the day getting to know one another. It was already dark out when Charlie and Tom decided to call it a day, but before Charlie left they made plans for the next day.
This routine continued for the next few weeks. They grew closer to one another and became good friends, yet Charlie knew they both wanted more. It was just a matter of time before they became lovers, but Charlie also knew that they still weren't quite ready for that yet.
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The man Charlie knew as Tom Riddle, was alone in his room, but he didn't look as he normally did. No, he was now taller, his skin was almost opaque, his eyes a deep blood-red, his face was snakelike in appearance, and his fingers were now long and spindly. This was his true form. Lord Voldemort. Yet he hadn't called himself that in over three weeks. He hasn't called any meetings with his followers either.
The reason? It was Him. That boy, Charlie, he did things to Voldemort. He made Voldemort feel things he hadn't felt or ever really felt since he was a teenager, yet Voldemort was powerless to stop the spell Charlie had over him. He, Lord Voldemort had fallen in love, which was why he hasn't called any meetings. He decided to stop his takeover of the world, at least for now.
Let his followers think him dead while he lays in the shadows with Charlie as Tom. He wished he could tell Charlie he was really Voldemort, but he feared how Charlie would react. Would he scorn him? Voldemort knew Charlies parents had no doubt taught Charlie to hate him with a passion, and he wasn't willing to risk their relationship, not after he just found him.
Little did he know that Charlie would soon find out exactly who Tom was.
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