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: Hello all! Sorry it took so long, but I finally got this published. Enjoy!

Recap Of Last Chapter:

"You mean nothing to me Charlie Weasley. Nothing. Get out and never come back." Voldemort turned away, but not before Charlie saw the pure heartbreak in the mans eyes. This look confused him and made him flinch, but he left without a single word, leaving Voldemort to his anger.

The next day Charlie was on his way to Romania with only a quickly scrawled note to his parents telling them he was safe, but told them not to look for him.

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After Charlie left, Voldemort continued his takeover of the wizarding world. He became even more vicious, and angry as they spent time apart. Voldemort didn't know how much more he could take before he went completely insane, but tried his best to ignore his feelings and memories of Charlie. He sighed tiredly, and started his plans for his takeover of Hogwarts.

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As time went on in Romania, Charlie made loads of friends, mostly with dragons at the sanctuary, but he truly loved them. Yet he knew he could never move on from Tom fully, nor could he forget their time spent together. Charlie sometimes found himself daydreaming of Tom and how he was doing, but he would quickly scold himself and wonder why he cared. It was Voldemort for god sakes. Charlie was supposed to hate him, just like his parents always taught him too.

Flashback:

Charlie was eleven when he first heard of Voldemort, and when he asked his mom about him, she yelled at him and told him to never speak his name ever again.

"You-Know-Who is a very bad man, Charlie, and you must always be careful when out and about," She was stirring a soup tensely and roughly as she continued, "That man has caused death and torture wherever he goes. He does this for his own amusement, and enjoys others pain."

"Mom! You're splattering the soup everywhere." Charlie muttered in slight amusement. She immediately stopped and smiled at him reassuringly.

Charlie was afraid to sleep that night, but still a little curious on the matter. Why was this man so evil? How evil was he really? Was he really as bad as Molly said?

Molly had made it her duty to preach to all her kids every chance she could after that. You-Know-Who became a taboo in their house, and anyone who mentioned him was grounded by Arthur who was tired of Molly's preaching.

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It had been a month since he last saw Voldemort, and to be honest, Charlie missed him and their conversations. He sighed as he made his way to the Dragon Sanctuary, notepad in hand. He didn't have to walk far from his apartment before he arrived and began his morning as usual.

Suddenly he felt something sting deep within his chest, making him gasp at the intense feeling. What was that? He thought in confusion. It wasn't a minute later that it happened again, only sharper. He grasped at his chest in vain, yet as soon as the pain came, it was gone, leaving Charlie breathless.

He glanced down at his wrist when it started to act up, the cursive letters flashing brightly and sending small electric currents up his arm. Somethings wrong! He thought, starting to panic. He didn't know what to do, but he could sense that his mate was in danger. How will I find him?

Charlie suddenly remembered a conversation he and Tom had a week after meeting. Tom had explained that their tattoos worked as a sort of tracking device. If it flashed he could touch his wand to the tattoo and instantly be at Charlies side should he be in danger.

Charlie didn't know if it would work, but he was desperate enough to try it. He took out his wand and touched the tip of it to the tattoo. He instantly disappeared from the sanctuary, leaving only his notepad for his coworkers to find.

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When Charlie arrived he looked around in wonder. He was at Hogwarts, only the school was in ruins and there was a huge battle taking place, spells flying everywhere. He skillfully dodged a few spells as he made his way through the thick rubble in search of his mate. He heard screaming from above and looked up in time to duck as a black blur hit the ground in front of him, rolling from the force of the impact.

Charlie watched as Harry Potter and his mate stood up warily, and faced each other with their wands poised to strike. They looked like they were in bad shape. Voldemort had bruises, dirt, and blood dripping from his head from what he could see, and Harry looked much the same. Charlie didn't know why but he had a feeling that Voldemort wouldn't win this fight.

It was this intense thought that caused him to run in front of Voldemort to protect him, his wand clenched tightly at his side. Both Harry and Voldemort looked shocked to see Charlie here, and Harry lowered his wand slightly out of shock.

"Charlie?" Harry asked, taking a cautious step forward as if Charlie was a scared deer, only for Charlie to raise his wand threateningly, though his hand was shaking. He didn't want to hurt Harry, but he would if it meant keeping his mate safe.

Why do I care? He asked himself bitterly. I shouldn't. I should let Harry kill him, but I can't. Why? I can't...Can't like him can I? No, that's ridiculous. But Charlie knew that he did have feelings for Voldemort. Why else would he drop everything for the man if he didn't feel something for him?

"Yes." Charlie confirmed. Voldemort wisely kept quiet, deciding to observe Charlie and find out why he was here. After all, Charlie couldn't possibly be here for him, right?

"Where have you been? Do your parents know you're here? They have been worried sick about you."

"I've been in Romania and no they don't know I'm here." Charlie muttered. He really couldn't face his parents at the moment.

"Oh, you should go find them. I can deal with Voldemort myself." Harry said with conviction.

"I can't do that." Charlie shook his head sadly.

"Why not? I'll take care of Voldemort and then I'll come find you." Harry was trying to get rid of him, but Charlie wouldn't budge. Charlie could feel Voldemort's gaze on him and shivered at the feeling. He also felt Voldemort's annoyance at Harry's words.

"No, you don't understand Harry, I won't let you harm him." Voldemort's red orbs were wide with shock as he stared at Charlie.

"You can't mean that Charlie. We've been through this, he doesn't love you, he's just using you!" Harry said with a sigh.

"I don't care. I won't let any harm come to him." Charlie took a step forward and raised his wand. "I don't want to fight you Harry, but I will if I have to."

Harry took a few steps back and lowered his wand. "I-I won't fight you Charlie."

"Then leave To- Voldemort alone." Charlie said.

"Fine, on one condition." Harry paused to think before he smiled sadly. He remembered reading somewhere that soul-mates couldn't kill each other and if one died the other would soon follow, and no matter what Voldemort had done to Harry, he couldn't do that to Charlie, but he still believed Voldemort was only using him so this was his last option.

"I'll leave Voldemort alone if you swear and unbreakable vow with me to stay away from him and go back to Romania." Harry explained. He was doing this for Charlies own good.

Charlie glared at him, but he didn't see a choice in this. Voldemort's wand would easily be over powered and Charlie knew it. Charlie wasn't strong enough to defeat Harry either. He had no formal training in magic besides dodging spells and what was taught to him in his second year.

"Fine." Charlie snapped angrily.

"What!" Voldemort exclaimed, but Charlie ignored him.

The two walked up to one another and shook hands. Charlie glanced back at Voldemort, and Harry noticed. "I'll give you a minute to say goodbye while we wait for Ron and Hermione." Harry said quietly, motioning towards a very unhappy looking Dark Lord. Charlie nodded his thanks, warily made his way to Voldemort and stood in front of him.

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Cantil: Please tell me what you think and if I need to change something in the story.