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?

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Recap Of Last Chapter:

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.

Tattooed Souls

Chapter 6

Standing in front of Voldemort, Charlies blue eyes met Voldemort's unreadable red ones. "Hey." Charlie greeted lamely, unable to come up with better words.

"Last we spoke you wanted nothing to do with the 'Dark Lord. Have a change of heart, did we?" Voldemort sneered, but it was only to hide the pain in his eyes that still lingered from their fight. Charlie flinched, and looked down ashamed.

"I... I'm sorry." He apologized, his voice shaking with remorse.

Voldemort's glare softened slightly. "Why did you come here Charlie?" He asked softly.

"I wasn't going to, but when I felt that you were in danger I... and I couldn't just leave you here, knowing that you could be killed." He explained, chancing a look at Voldemort.

To his surprise Voldemort didn't seem angry, in fact he seemed pleased that Charlie would do something like that for him, and Charlie knew his parents couldn't possibly accept Voldemort as his mate, but he didn't care in that moment.

"You would do that for me?" Voldemort asked in disbelief. Charlie shrugged, and wouldn't say anything.

"Charlie!" Harry called gaining both of their attention. When Charlie turned around Ron was standing there, a little worse for wear, but otherwise fine. Charlie looked back to Voldemort sadly.

"I guess it's time then." Charlie stated, and Voldemort nodded.

"You realize they aren't going to let me go freely without some sort of compensation." Voldemort said, and Charlie sighed.

"Yeah I know. Will you do what they say?" He inquired, hope shinning through his voice.

"Perhaps. It depends on what the deal is." Voldemort said guardedly.

Charlie couldn't help but get angry. "What do you mean it depends? Like you said they aren't going to let you go freely, you either agree or they capture you and send you to the ministry, or worse yet, they kill you themselves." Voldemort was about to say something, but Charlie wasn't finished yet.

"Would you really want that? For them to kill you? Would you really let my efforts be in vain?" Charlie took a step towards him so he couldn't be heard by Harry or Ron. "I know you fear death Tom and that's exactly what you would be walking into. Your wand isn't going to affect Harry anymore than his will you, but the difference is Harry isn't using his own wand." By the end of his speech Charlie was breathing hard, and his eyes held a challenge. He dared Voldemort to contradict him, to deny everything. What Charlie failed to notice was his use of the name Tom instead of Voldemort.

"What do you care? I'm Lord Voldemort remember?" Voldemort said bitterly. Charlie could see how much their fight hurt the man though, and this made him hate himself even more.

"I care a lot," Charlie muttered, "More than you know." He added under his breath, turned on his heel, and walked up to Harry, Voldemort following closely behind.

Harry glanced from Charlie to Voldemort before settling on Charlie with a look of sorrow. Harry could see how much this was affecting Charlie, but he needed to make sure he and everyone was safe from Voldemort. "Are you ready?" He asked Charlie, holding out his hand.

Charlie stole one last glance at Voldemort before stepping forward and clasping their hands together. "As ready as I'll ever be." He sighed awkwardly, not comfortable with Harry holding his hand in front of his mate.

Harry cleared his throat. "Right then. Ron if you would." Ron, who had been silently glaring at Voldemort the whole time, stepped forward and took out his wand, pointing it at their clasped hands.

"Do you, Harry Potter, swear to leave Voldemort alone should he leave the world alone, will you swear not to mention any of this to the ministry?" Ron asked, barely keeping the anger out of his voice.

"I do." Harry vowed determinedly.

"Should you break this vow you will receive full repercussions, so mote it be."

"So mote it be." Harry repeated. Ron turned to Charlie as soon as the white band wrapped around Harry's wrist and up his arm, binding him to his vow.

"Do you, Charlie Weasley, swear to uphold your end? Do you swear to leave for Romania and not to contact or have anything more to do with Lord Voldemort?"

And there it was, the one question Charlie never wanted to hear. He thought he was ready for it, thought he could handle it, but now with the words on the table he found himself sweating profusely, and short of breath. His tattoo was acting up for it was sending pulses up his arm in quick succession, but he couldn't refuse the offer now. He wouldn't allow Voldemort to get hurt and if this was the only way they would ever attempt a vow with Voldemort then he would do it.

"I do." He finally muttered.

"Should you break this vow, you will receive full repercussions, so mote it be."

Charlie glanced at Voldemort to find him staring at him intently. "So mote it be." He whispered, unable to speak any louder suddenly. This would be the last time he saw Voldemort, and he couldn't believe it, he wanted to cry, but he wouldn't allow himself, not yet.

The white mist like tether went from his hand, and up his arm before dissipating. It was then that Charlie felt an intense pain from his tattoo. It traveled from his wrist all the way up to his chest and stooped there for quite sometime before it too was gone. Charlie was panting heavily and barely stopped himself from screaming in pain when it happened.

What was that? He asked himself confusedly. By the time Charlie regained himself and looked away from his wrist, Voldemort had already clasped his and Harry's hand together for his vow.

"Do you, Lord Voldemort, swear to stop your takeover of the world? Do you swear to stop killing and Torturing, will you stop any of your Death Eaters from doing the same, will you stay away from Charlie as he as sworn to?" Ron asked.

Voldemort contemplated his options, but in the end he knew he had no choice. "I do." He vowed reluctantly.

"Should you break this vow you will receive full repercussions, so mote it be." Ron finished.

"So mote it be." Voldemort spoke calmly, and the same white tether took hold of his arm before dissipating. Voldemort suddenly gasped lightly and ground his teeth together in pain, his own tattoo of Charlies name sent a sharp pain up his arm and stopped at his chest before disappearing like it never happened. He wondered what that was about, but he assumed his tattoo wasn't happy with his vow to stay away from Charlie, and he ignored it in favor of glaring hatefully at the two Griffindors.

"So that's it, we're done here. It was a pleasure Voldemort, Charlie." Harry bowed slightly, starting to lead Ron away and into the castle. Ron looked at Charlie in disappointment that he wasn't coming along, but soon turned around and ran inside. Harry followed, but turned to them one last time.

"I'll have a treaty made up as well, as a sort of extra precaution." He announced with a smile fleetingly, and with one last look at the both of them, went inside. Charlie turned to Voldemort who hadn't taken his red orbs from Charlie since his vow.

"So I guess this is it then." Charlie said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes." Voldemort agreed, a pained look on his face.

"I should probably get going then." He muttered, reluctantly turning around to apparate to the Dragon Sanctuary. He didn't think he would have the courage to leave if he continued to look at Voldemort.

"Charlie." Voldemort called hurriedly, and Charlie glanced over his shoulder.

"Yeah?" He asked curiously.

Voldemort looked away before looking back to Charlie again. "Stay out of trouble." Charlie could tell that wasn't what Voldemort had wanted to say, but he didn't press the issue.

Charlie smiled fondly. "Always." He promised, "You too. I don't want to have to save your arse again." Charlie laughed and disappeared before Voldemort could retaliate. Voldemort chuckled and watched him go, before leaving for his manor, calling what was left of his Death Eaters to follow. He would explain the treaty to them later.

Both their humor died as soon as they were apart though.

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