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 Everyone. Here's the new chapter. It's a little late due to my internet not working, but I got it up soon enough. I hope you enjoy!

Recap Of Last Chapter: 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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As they spent more time apart, both Charlie and Voldemort grew more depressed, and Charlie swore that he was loosing his mind. His tattoo constantly sent vibrations throughout his body and Charlie was always in a bad mood, even at the Dragon Sanctuary. What once was a calm place for him, only made him feel more lonely and angry.

It came to the point where his boss sent him on leave for a while, no longer willing to deal with Charlies mood swings. It had been two months since their vows and Charlie didn't know how much longer he could last without going completely mental, but he knew he had too because of the bloody vow he had sworn.

Sure the wizarding world was better off now that Voldemort had sworn his vow of peace and signed a peace treaty with Harry in writing as well as blood. Charlie was surprised that Harry hadn't made Voldemort restate his vow to leave Charlie alone when he signed the peace treaty, but maybe Harry figured the first vow was enough.

Charlie just wished he could see him again, and be with him at least one last time. He had come to terms with his feelings and now admitted to himself that he was in love with Voldemort, but it was too late now. He had missed his chance when he told Harry of Tom in the first place. He wished he wouldn't have.

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Meanwhile Harry, and Hermione were sitting in her new apartment that she and Ron owned. She had found out about the vows that Harry had made Charlie Weasley and Voldemort swear. She couldn't believe how stupid he was for making Charlie swear a vow to stay away from his soul-mate. She couldn't stand the thought of being away from Ron and could only wonder how Charlie was taking it, or Voldemort for that matter.

"Why would you make Charlie swear a vow like that Harry?" She asked, her brows furrowed in thought, as she tried to remember all that she had read about soul-mates.

"Because Voldemort is just using him Hermione, and you know it. Besides, what else would you have me do, kill him? He wanted to protect Voldemort and wouldn't step aside." He explained, trying to get her to understand his reasoning.

"Harry you don't understand, soul-mates can't harm each other at all. They can't kill, torture, or harm each other in any way, nor can they resist the bond between them. Voldemort couldn't have used Charlie if he tried, the bond wouldn't have allowed it." She explained calmly, yet passionately.

Suddenly Hermione remembered something else she had read and quickly stood up to retrieve her book on soul-mates. She ignored Harry's questioning look as she continued to scan every page until she finally found what she was looking for.

"What exactly did you make them vow against each other?" She inquired, not looking up from the book.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I made them swear to stay away from each other for the rest of their lives basically."

Hermione sighed tiredly and rubbed her temples. "Harry, I will explain this once and only once okay?" When Harry nodded she continued. "Soul-mates cannot harm one another, nor can they kill or-"

"I know all that already. You just told me." He interrupted, earning a glare from Hermione.

"If you would let me finish...I was getting to the point." She huffed, but continued where she left off when he waved a hand vaguely interested. "This includes vows Harry. Soul-mates cannot vow against each other. Their tattoos won't allow it, and it's never been attempted before in the history of soul-mates that have roamed the earth." She said.

"So what does this mean?" Harry asked cautiously.

"It means that the tattoo would have voided any spell that tried to vow them apart or go against each other in different ways. It doesn't affect the other part of the vow, and the tattoos can't dismantle the spell completely, only the part that concerns their soul bond." She quoted from the book.

Harry sat in a stunned silence before running a hand through his messy black hair warily. "I'm seriously getting to old for this." He let out a huff of laughter. "Looks like I'm going to have two very angry soul-mates on my hands after I tell them." Harry sighed tiredly.

Hermione looked at him sympathetically, but was smiling fondly at him. "Should I plan your funeral now then?" She teased, and Harry smiled in amusement.

"Ha Ha. Very funny."

Hermione only smiled and patted him on the back. "You should go then. All you have to do is call a meeting with Voldemort, tell him it's to discuss the treaty then ask Charlie to come to discuss his vow, but make sure you tell them to come the same time and day. That way you can explain it to them at once, and if you have trouble just remember that I'm only a fire call away." She explained her plan, and Harry could only stare at her blankly for a moment before he blinked, stepped forward and embraced her.

"Thanks Hermione. It's a brilliant plan." He said sincerely, making her blush.

She hugged him back then stepped back and motioned towards the front door.

"Fine I'm going, but if I'm not back by tonight, then they've murdered me, and sent my body over a bridge." He joked, but there was a slight ring of truth in his eyes. Hermione smacked his arm playfully.

"Oh come off it. Charlie wouldn't kill you no matter how mad he is, and Voldemort can't kill or torture anymore anyways." She said comfortingly. She could tell that Harry was nervous about how the next few hours would go.

"Thanks." He muttered.

"Besides, I'm sure they could come up with way more inventive ways to kill you than that." She added with a bright smile, and Harry laughed.

"Thanks, I feel loads better now." He said sarcastically and left with a wave over his shoulder.

"Good luck Harry." Hermione whispered to the empty room. "You'll need it."

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