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?
Recap Of Last Chapter: "Oh come off it. Charlie wouldn't kill you no matter how mad he may be, 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."
Tattooed Souls
Chapter 8
Harry had decided on a meeting in his flat, after all it wouldn't do if Voldemort was to go out in public without a disguise. There would be screaming, and Harry didn't feel like explaining why he was having tea with bloody Voldemort.
Harry glanced up at the clock impatiently. Five minutes. He sighed as he waited, unable to suppress his urge to pace the floor. Voldemort was the first to arrive. Harry greeted him politely and gestured to the leather couch opposite his chair. Voldemort sat down warily and refused the offer of tea, preferring to get down to business.
"You wanted to discuss the treaty?" Voldemort inquired curiously. Harry looked away from the front door to observe the man across from him. Voldemort looked worn down and exhausted. He had dark circles under his eyes, and a defeated look upon his face.
"Yes." Harry replied, and went back to staring at the door. Suddenly there was a knock, making Harry jump slightly. He ignored Voldemort's questioning look as he got up and opened the door.
Charlie Weasley looked the same as Voldemort, and Harry looked down ashamed of himself. Harry heard a gasp behind him, but didn't turn from his friend. "Are you going to invite me in?" Charlie asked tiredly.
"Oh, sorry." Harry stepped aside and let Charlie in, closing the door behind him.
Charlie looked between Voldemort and Harry before settling on Harry curiously. "What is the meaning of this?" He demanded. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Voldemort stood up and interrupted him.
"I would like to know that as well." Voldemort crossed his arms over his chest, as he stared at Harry.
"Well," Harry rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "If you two would please sit down, I'll explain everything."
Voldemort sighed and sat down. Harry looked at Charlie pleadingly, making Charlie huff as he sat down next to Voldemort. Charlie couldn't suppress the small smile on his face though. He was happy to see Voldemort, even if only for a little while. Not to mention his tattoo had finally stopped sending violent vibrations through his body.
Harry ran a hand through his messy hair, and plunged into his explanation. Voldemort and Charlie were left in a contemplative silence for many minutes, making Harry nervous.
"So you're saying that all this time," Charlie began softly, angrily, "We could have been together?" He asked, gesturing between him and Voldemort.
"Yes." Harry whispered, unable to look Charlie in the eyes.
"I see." Voldemort muttered, Charlie glancing at him out of the corner of his eyes.
"Wait, you aren't mad?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Of course we are, but the important thing is we can get past this soon enough." Charlie explained, and Voldemort nodded.
"Oh. So...What happens now?" Harry questioned. Charlie looked to Voldemort, before focusing on Harry again.
Voldemort stood up, took Charlie's hand in his, and led him to the door. "We're going home." Voldemort said, opening the door, pushed a smiling Charlie out in front of him, and closed the door behind them not looking back for Harry's response.
"Well than." Harry sighed in relief. "That went better than expected." He laughed, apparating to Hermione's flat.
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Charlie and Voldemort spent the night in Charlies flat, wrapped up in each others arms. They couldn't get enough of each other, and neither wanted it end. "I love you." Charlie whispered sleepily, barely keeping himself awake.
"There is no other. I'm yours." Voldemort replied, tenderly kissing Charlie's forehead.
They both fell asleep smiling this night, as their tattoos glowed brightly in the moonlight.
End
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Cantil: I'm so sorry it took this long to get this out. Writers block is the worst thing, but I hope you enjoyed this. I may add-on too this story, but I make no promises. As of now it's done.