AU: Red String of Fate connects you to your soulmate.
A red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may tangle and stretch but will never be broken.
Harry found himself in the graveyard after he...
Fifty years earlier, the Dark Lord chuckled as the raid had been successfully completed, the Dark Mark proudly in the sky for the very first time.
Behind him, the first Death Eaters cheered, their joy hidden behind their silver masks.
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The Death Eaters apparated away as the snow began to lightly fall, the mission over but the Dark Lord's night was far from it.
While his followers had gone to their homes, he apparated to the other side of England, to the beach he had visited as a child in the orphanage.
He boarded a small boat he had transfigured from a rock, going a bit away to the cave.
He casted no less than twenty wards around the cave before transfiguring the rocks of the cave into a bird-bath-esque alter.
He pulled the Slytherin Locket from the pocket of his robes, holding it in front of his face, using one of the murders he just committed to turn it into a horcrux, his third one.
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He gasped as he felt the pain of his already shriveled soul ripping in half yet again.
Once it was over, he placed the Locket into the alter, parts of his sanity slipping away.
He then filled the alter with a potion that would make the drinker weak and would make the drinker need to drink every drop before taking out the Locket.
Then, in the water that replaced the floor of the cave, connecting it to the ocean, he filled that with inferi to kill anyone how would try to take his horcrux.
With an insane laugh, he apparated back to his base.
***
Back in the present, it was past midnight on the night after a pretty sleepy Yuletide, but Tom Marvolo Riddle was wide awake.
His precious soulmate, who was asleep on their bed, his neck adored with that very same Locket, unaware of Tom's awakeness, lost into the land of sleep.
But the Dark Lord was staring at his soulmate, having discovered something a few hours ago: Harry is a horcrux.
He had been experimenting with spells to remove Harry's scars when he had felt a sliver of his own soul inside Harry's lightning bolt shaped scar.
His sweet, little soulmate contained 1.56% of his soul while he himself now had 51.56% of his own soul.
He supposed he got his cake and ate it too, still having his sanity and immortality, and since Harry is a horcrux it was very possible that he was immortal as well —but he would make a horcrux too, just to be safe.
Though, the problem he faced was whether or not he should tell Harry about the horcrux in his scar.
It wasn't affecting Harry, and it kept them immortal but Harry deserved to know what was going on in his own body.
So, with his decision made, he laid down, pulled Harry into his arms and fell asleep.
That morning, Harry woke up with a smile, cuddling into Tom's arms, kissing his lips gently to not wake him.
Harry knew Tom was a very light sleeper, his body on constant alert, so he tried not to move since it was rare for him to wake first.
Harry stayed like that before Tom's mental alarm-clock woke him up.
The elder of the pair caressed the younger's face, "Good morning, love, have you been awake long?"
Harry shook his head, kissing him, "Just a few minutes."
Tom Eskimo kissed him and got up, "I'm gonna take a shower, love."
Harry nuzzled against him, "Can I join?"
Tom chuckled, walking to the bathroom door and looking back, "Once we're wed."
Harry pouted and dressed for the day, going to Tom's office to wait for him.
Once Tom was sitting in his chair, he placed a hand on Harry's thigh, "Love, I have something to tell you."
"What?" Harry asked, smiling cutely
"You're a horcrux." Tom answered
"What's that?" Harry asked, his eyebrow raising
"You that spell I told you about, the one that made me immortal but also made me crazy?" Tom began to explain, "Well that spell takes a piece of my soul and puts it into usually the object of my choice. My diary was one, the Locket I gave you is one, I have a few others but last night I discovered that you are one too."
"How? You didn't choose me to be a horcrux." Harry pointed out
"That's where the usually comes in. That night when you defeated me the first time, I had committed two murders: your parents. That spell requires me to kill someone first, and when my spell rebounded off of you, I think half of my soul attached to the only living thing it could find and that was you." Tom finished
"So a piece of you is in my scar?" Harry asked
"Yes, my soulmate carries a piece of my soul." Tom smirked, kissing Harry's hand, "Two of them actually."
Harry felt amazing, hugging Tom, "I love it!"
Tom smiled, "Yes, and as my horcrux, I believe my immortality extends to you as well, but to be sure I want you to make a horcrux as well."
"Ok." Harry replied, "When?"
"It has to be immediately after murder so next time you commit one you find me and we'll make you one." Tom claified
"Perfect." Harry said, kissing Tom and falling into his arms...
