Chapter 1
“Mine!”
His mind was still reeling from finding his soulmate, when Voldemort apparated them to what Regulus assumed was his bedroom. The Dark Lord made plans to move except his hands which were still wrapped around Regulus tightening and Regulus’s wrapping around him in turn, while they just stood there in the middle of the room in each other’s arms and enjoying the feeling of having their soulmate so close. It almost felt like their magic was reaching out of their bodies and embracing their other half.
Regulus hasn't quite processed just yet that he has a soulmate and that his soulmate isn’t dead, like Walburga had told him. It took him a while but soon it slowly started dawning on him that this was real and not another dream of something he never could have. That only made him tighten his arms around the Dark Lord, or should he be calling him Tom now?
Tom on the other hand was still a bit awestruck, he had made peace with the fact that he doesn’t have a soulmate since it was announced to him all those years ago when he had just learned of magic. He had accepted the fact that a soulmate was one thing he couldn’t have no matter how powerful he became or how many enemies he defeated. But here he was, 40 years since he learned that soulmates were real, with his soulmate between his arms. And considering he doesn’t remember the last time his magic felt this calm or someone held him, he doesn’t plan to let go anytime soon.
Neither of them notice how their magic quite literally flowing around the room and wrapping around the other, fitting together puzzle pieces.
They spent a while just enjoying having each other in their grasp and gathering their thoughts.
Suddenly it occurred to Regulus, his mother lied. While Walburga was a vile woman, Regulus didn’t expect her to lie about something so sacred. The thought of her and her lies sent a surge of red hot anger through him.
Tom, who could sense Regulus’ feelings through their magic, brought one of his hands to Regulus’ head and started to stroke his dark curls with his fingers in order to calm him. It took a moment for the anger to leave him but when it Tom asked “What’s wrong, clarissima stella in caelo?” (clarissima stella in caelo - the brightest star in the sky)
Regulus, who by that point had practically melted into the other, was brought back into the moment by his soulmate's deep voice directed at him. He thought about it for a minute before deciding on being honest, he breathed in deeply answering “My mother told me that I had found my soulmate at one of the pureblood ladies gatherings when I was a baby and that my soulmate was another pureblood heiress who died soon after we met. She said that they had her name removed from my body with a ritual to ensure that no one knew about her. But now you are here, mon âme, and I realise that she was lying because everyone only gets one soulmate and that she never wanted me to find my other half.” By the end Regulus’ voice was dripping with anger and disappointment towards his parents. (mon âme - my soul)
Hearing this made Tom want to murder someone “She will pay for doing this to you, I promise amica mea.” ( amica mea - my love)
“I didn’t even think you would exist, stella mea. Dumbledore told me that I had no hope of ever being loved or having a soulmate and I didn’t find anything proving the opposite, so I gave up on ever having a soulmate and assumed I didn’t have one. Yet here you are my beautiful star. I’m never letting you go now that I have you, I hope you are aware of that.” vowed Tom to Regulus who by the end of that little speech was misty eyed and pretty sure something was seriously wrong with him as he doesn’t cry in front of people ever. (stella mea- my star)
Moving on from the vow that the Dark Lord just made, Regulus asked him “What would you like to be called, mon âme?”
Tom, who was amused at Regulus’ attempt at hiding his feelings answered “Well the world and my followers call me Dark Lord or Voldemort, my few friends call me Marvolo, you however stella mea can call me however you like Tom, Marvolo or anything else. Though I have to admit I am a little biased toward the little french nicknames you have been giving me.” Regulus cursed Tom under his breath, he didn’t think the other spoke French, and now he was blushing like a schoolgirl and Marvolo’s triumphant smirk at making him blush didn’t help.
While his blush cooled down Regulus chose to not ignore the vow made to him anymore and responded in kind “Well then Dark Lord Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Mon âme, you should know that you are not getting away from me either. You are probably aware that the Black family are very possessive of things considered theirs and you Mon amour, are most certainly considered mine!” Tom could feel his ears heating up below the snake glamour as he pressed his face against the shorter man's curly hair. While trying to calm the blush Tom discovered that Regulus’s hair smells like fresh rain and cold air, that made Tom even more reluctant to pull away from Regulus to remove his snakey glamour.
But after around 10 more minutes of hugging and calming their red faces down, Tom finally let go of Regulus and quickly removed his glamour while guiding Regulus to the sofa he had in front of the fireplace. When they both finally sat down across from each other, they were silent for some time just taking each other in without other people or glamorous distracting them. Finally having had enough of staring Regulus asked Tom “Tell me about yourself, mon Amour.” Tom, silently a little disappointed that he couldn’t admire Regulus anymore, but happy to answer his questions asked back “What do you want to know, stella mea?” Thinking about it a little, Regulus finally came up with an appropriate response that didn’t seem too personal for now as they had already spilled some emotional history to each other “Tell me what you want to tell me mon amour. You could tell me things as trivial as what you ate for breakfast and I would be satisfied, because I learned something new about you.”
Tom was a little surprised by that as no one had ever been really interested in him besides his looks and things they could gain from him or you know the dark lord things like who to kill next. “Well amica mea my full name as you know is Tom Marvolo Riddle, while attending Hogwarts I was in Slytherin, I’m a halfblood, I’m currently 51 years old, I was raised in an orphanage and my birthday is on 31st of december.” informed Tom, making the decision to not mention his career choices yet, leaving that a discussion for another day. “But enough about me for now, tell me about yourself as well princeps meus.” (princeps meus- my prince)
Regulus had to think about that for a minute, deciding what to tell his soulmate and what to leave for the future. “I am 16 years old, my date of birth is June 25th, I am in the Slytherin house, I have an older brother Sirius who ran away making me heir Black and I’m currently finishing my 6th year of Hogwarts” Both men deciding to keep personal details to themselves not as a sign of mistrust but to keep calm and not go on a murder spree….for now.
They spent the next 30 minutes mulling over each other's answers and asking questions like favourite food or subject at school. While looking at Regulus Tom thought he was looking at the most perfect being he has ever seen and he has seen a lot of beautiful things on his travels. He couldn't have been more happy about having this 6’0 human with shining mercury orbs, curly black hair that reached his ears and high cheekbones as his soulmate than he was.
At the same time Regulus was thinking exactly the same thing. ’How can someone be so mesmerising?’ He couldn’t help but stare, his soulmate was glorious at his height of 6 '3, beautiful ruby red eyes, wavy dark brown hair and defined facial structure. Regulus thinks that this is a massive improvement from the bald and pale snake glamour the other was wearing before but he kept that thought to himself for now.
Looking at the time Tom decided it was time to rest as it was past 2am by now. Silently raising to his feet he offered a hand to Regulus who took it, while pulling him up he told him “I think it is time to rest stella mea, let me show you to my personal guest rooms.” No matter how much Tom would like to have Regulus in his bed it is in no way appropriate as Regulus is only 16 and they just met. So he settled for putting him in the closest guest room to his bedroom.
Still holding the other’s hand Regulus was led through the door and to the room straight across the hall from the one he was in before. The room was a magnificent combination of emerald green, black and silver. Pleased he turned to Tomstill standing by the door “Thank you for the room Mon amour. And have a good night” said Regulus. Tom, who until that moment had been admiring Regulus responded “I hope the room is to your liking stella mea, if you need anything you know where to find me. Have a good night” and exited the room.