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Warning: Tom/Harry, soulmates,
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Annoyed Tom rubbed at his right wrist as his eyes searched the ballroom. It was decorated in red and gold with banners showing the Griffin Crest symbolizing the Potter Family. The room was filled with many witches and wizards. They were of all ages and availability. House elves brought trays of finger foods and drinks to the guests. The air smelled of colgones and perfume. Some were strong enough that it could be smelt from across the ballroom.
On his skin was half of his soulmark the cause of his annoyance. Due to his soulmate being younger than him it was only half of the name. Potter. How his soulmate was a Potter, one of the most Light aligned families he didn't know. He was a Dark Wizard and well on his way to becoming a Dark Lord.
Every witch and wizard in their world received a soulmark on their 17th birthday. If the soulmate was not yet 17 they would get half of the mark. Which half varied from wizard to wizard.
Tonight the oldest Potter child would receive her soulmark. This would determine if Tom was her soulmate or if he was the younger. If Tom was honest he would prefer neither Rose nor Jacob Potter. Both children were spoiled beyond belief and thought too highly of themselves.
"Don't make that face, Tom," came Alphard's joyful voice, "You will make people think you don't want to be here."
"I don't," returned Tom coldly and that was the truth.
Alphard was a good two inches taller than Tom. Like most of the Blacks he had wild black hair and grey eyes. The madness of the family could be seen in his eyes. Even if it was more subdued than his cousins.
"Oh come on, Tom," whined the boy, "You will find out if it's Rose or Jacob who's your soulmate. You should be excited. Just think if you mix your magical talents with theirs. I heard Rose is a powerful empath."
Tom barely withheld a sneer. It took all of his self control to keep his pureblood mask up. Powerful yes. However she lacked the control due to experimenting with ancient magicks.
"Well well well," said Alphard sounding interested, "I wonder who that is. He's positively gorgeous."
Tom looked to where Alphard was looking and his breath caught in his throat. There a boy maybe a year or two younger than Tom stood. He wore black robes with silver grey stars lining the bottom. Underneath the robes he wore a green button down shirt and black slack. Those stars was the sign of a Second Level Mastery in Spacial Magic. How could someone younger than him not only have a Mastery but reach the Second Level of one.
That wasn't fair. Tom was told he had to wait until he graduated to receive even an apprenticeship. Though Alphard was correct about the boy's beauty. He was gorgeous but not someone Tom recognized. A muggleborn friend of the Potters?No. That wasn't right. He could see the glint of metal under the robes. An Heir Ring then. That meant he was at least a halfblood.
Unsurprisingly Alphard was already on the move as the thought hit Tom's mind. His own curiosity won out and he followed his Knight. As they approached Tom noticed the boy wasn't alone. There was another boy of a similar age and two inches taller than the young Master. He had short black hair and piercing blue eyes that missed nothing.
Unlike the first he wore black robes with a grey trim and on the breast was a crest that seemed to constantly be changing. First it was a wolf, then it was a fox, and then it was a cat. It seemed to shuffle back and forth between the three animals. What an odd crest. He was curious to learn what Mastery and Apprenticeship it symbolized.
Alphard greeted with a friendly air, "Gentlemen welcome to the Potter Heiress's birthday. I don't believe I have ever seen you at the Soulmate Galas before. Allow me to introduce myself I am Alphard Black. And you are?"
The two younger boys exchanged a glance. That was when Tom saw how bright the Masters eyes were. They were the same color as the Killing Curse. What a rarity. In their world it was rare to have such a color in their eyes. Most witches and wizards had grey and brown eyes. Only a few had blue eyes and even fewer green. It was thought the colors showed specializations in magic. Alphard's sharp intake of breath alerted Tom to the fact the other recognized it too. The only other eyes like that in England were Lily Potter's and even then her eyes didn't compare.
Green eyes looked them up and down before turning away dismissively. Tom felt a flash of anger. It was as if he found them lacking. Him. He was the strongest wizard of their generation in England.
Before Tom could say anything however a female voice screeched, "Harry what are you doing here?"
The green eyed Master sighed annoyed before he turned to face Lady Potter his eyes gleaming darkly.
He greeted, "Well good evening to you too, Mother. Is this how you greet your son after ten years of being away?"
Son? This wasn't Jacob Potter. A bastard? No he looked too much like the Potters. Then why had no one seen him before now?
James Potter appeared at his wife's shoulders as he sneered, "You were supposed to do your ritual at that school of yours. The one you chose over your family."
Harrison shrugged as he said, "Yet you never disowned me. I have the right to be here. Just as all Potters do unless you're going to disown me now just before my 17th birthday."
The green eyes seemed to dare the man to do so. Almost as if he knew something the rest of the party goers did not. Tom's interest grew. This Potter was different. He was actually interesting compared to those of his blood.
Alphard stepped back so he stood just a step behind Tom. There was a dark frown on his face as he tried to put together what was going on. Tom knew that the Potter Lordship would fall to the oldest male of the family. This meant the boy in front of him was Heir Potter.
Heir and Lord were glaring at each other. Harry as Lady Potter called him held his ground. His friend was standing tall at his side ready to back him up if spells came. To everyone's surprise however James Potter turned on his heel and headed back into the crowd. Other members of the party made disappointed sounds. Lily Potter for her part rushed after her husband after giving her son a withering look.
Tom moved to speak to Harry but he was already moving. The younger was light on his feet and firmly pushed his way into the crowd. What an interesting man. Just as Tom was going to return to making acquaintances he caught sight of something that he never thought he'd see. A goblin staying a few steps behind Potter
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Right as the clock struck midnight the Harrison's left hand slapped down upon his right wrist. Magic flared there signifying his soulmates name was being written. It only lasted a second, white hot pain flared through his body. It pulsated once and then twice before settling.
Slowly Harrison removed his hand revealing the name of his soulmate. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Who the fuck was Tom Riddle? XIII, his best friend looked at the mark and shrugged. He didn't know either.
Before either of them could say anything he heard Rose shriek, "What do you mean my soulmate is Nott. That can't be true! My soulmate was going to be Tom Riddle! This isn't fair!"
Ah there was the spoiled princess he knew and despised. She should be honored the Blessed Mother chose a Nott. They were an honorable family who treated all within their bloodline well. Even those who were declared squibs werent abandoned. Instead they found jobs within the world they were born to. Harrison's own patron was the Nott Lord and the man had always been generous with him.
Harrison looked at his own mark. Tom Riddle must be someone important if Rose wanted him. Not that he cared all that much. Soulmates weren't the end of the world. He would choose his own path.
"Heir Peverell," came a familiar gravelly voice.
Harrison's green eyes widened before he spun on his heel to face the speaker. He greeted, "Chief Ragnarok. I could have sworn we agreed to meet tomorrow morning."
The goblin gave him a sharp toothed smile, "We did and it's the morning of your birthday. Rather than waiting for you to come to us the Goblin Nation has agreed to bring you, your ring now."
Finally. He was going to become Lord Peverell. Even if he was disowned by his parents this was not an inheritance that could be lost. The only way it could be removed was by the Blessed Mother herself. That would only happen if she found him lacking. It was the reason no one in his family had the inheritance and option to take the Lordship in many generations.
"Chief Ragnarok?" Came his father's questioning voice, "What are you doing here?"
With a feral grin Ragnarok announced holding out a box with the Peverell Crest, "I am here to announce the return of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell. Our blessed mother has blessed us with one who has the inheritance to receive the inheritance. Harrison James Potter from today onward you are now a Lord."
"Harrison don't you," his mother tried to demand.
Harrison took a step forward ignoring the demand of his mother. She had no power over him and hadn't since he first started at Nightingale. He opened the box and took out the ring. It was a simple platinum band that had the crest of the family raised on it. He slipped the ring on his right index finger. There was a rush of Family Magicks testing his and finding him worthy. They settled heavily upon his shoulders.