"Professor, did you know? When you met young Tom Riddle." Harry started "Know that he was the future dark Lord no." Dumbledore ended for Harry. "There are many memories most of them belonging to Y/n...Some intensely tamper so the truth can be hidden. Most of them are Luciana's Black. This was our wishful thinking she used, for protection. I should have known while teaching Luciana she was particularly very skilled in charms and memory ones especially. Protection... Were her abilities I never expected her to create her spells, You know Y/n why don't you talk to Sirius tomorrow? Try to get to the Black-house?" Dumbledore suggested "If I need to get to the bottom of my past professor, If you can't divulge me in and you think there are certain people I should be deemed with... You could at least guide me?" You asked hopefully.

"Connect the memories Y/n this may take a while, If you figure your mother's entire past you'll not only be linked but a great past and a source will be uncovered." Dumbledore sat behind his desk. "Your mother was great..... One of the greatest and strongest, secrets is lurking around here that I, myself have not been able to uncover.....she hid it well, Snape is trying. In the end, it's only you Y/n." Dumbledore said. "Now this next memory is of a house-elf. How he charmed a woman Hephzibah, He charmed her she was found dead."

again you and Harry were pulled in the black smoke, taking figures when an overly dressed woman wearing a pink gown, to long it made her look like whipped pink cream, She had worn an unnatural amount of makeup, and her cheeks were dusted scarlet from the puff she applied over her long face.

"Hookey how do I look?" The woman asked. When you noticed the room, the woman was from a rich family her collections on the shelves of various artifacts of priceless objects reached above, "Lovely madam." You could only wonder if all the house elves were supposed to lie. The little elf squeaked. She ushered herself to the mirror to brush some more blush.

"Come on Hookey, He's never a minute late." The woman was trying to impress someone? Because she looked overly dressed. When the doorbell rang, "He's here Hookey." The woman opened to a handsome young man, You looked at him he was so handsome, handsome than ever his hair was slightly longer, he had hollowed cheeks and pale skin. He walked with elegance, When he took the woman's hand and brushed his lips against her fat hands, He did not just do that! He kissed her! You glared viciously at the woman, Harry knew what was happening even though this was a serious matter, Looking at your glares at the woman he had a hard time containing his muffled laughter, "Y/n wants to be the one getting kissed." Harry marked. You were barely able to pay attention you observed him trying to capture him.

"Hookey!" The woman called when the elf came with cakes and tea "Help yourself Tom I know how much you love my cakes." This woman was going to be finished, You had to calm yourself just a woman being charmed you repeated. The woman was flirting with the boy.

"I bought you flowers." He said quietly presenting a bundle of flowers from nowhere he did not just! Luckily they weren't roses. "Oh, Tom you shouldn't have! You do spoil this old lady Tom." But you and Harry both noticed a wase ready to hold the flowers.

"Come in Tom, and what happened to you, dear? Do they overwork you too much?" The woman asked, "Y/n contain yourself Voldemort is your beloved boyfriend only yours." Harry mockingly said noticing how jealous you were.

"Harry James Potter, The man I've dreamed of for years is in front of this woman!... Who is flirting!" You spoke forcefully quietly.

Voldemort mechanically smiled, as the woman simpered. She dared to move and pinch his hollow cheeks. You were taking really deep breaths. While Harry was in fits of muffled laughter. "Borgin and Brakes thinks they have given a fair amount of the ob-"

"Now now Tom... These objects are priceless. Borgin had sold it to me, not knowing the value of these objects. Hookey gets me those objects." The woman said.

A few moments later the elf came holding two carefully packed objects, "Here take a look Tom" She opened the box while Tom took a cup with one handle to inspect it, "Hufflepuff's cup. By Helga Hufflepuff... They'd never let me rest once they found out I have this, He sold it to me."

Then she took a second box, Voldemort looked inside and there was it Slytherin's locket, He picked it up examining it carefully with an evil glint in his eyes. "This is Slytherin's Locket... Was sold by a woman to Borgin, He sold it to me without knowing the value of this Locket, I had to pay an arm and a leg, but couldn't let such an object just go." She gave it to her house-elf reminding him to do the enchantments.

When suddenly his read gleaming his who Hepzibah assumed to be a trick of light showed to shock, and Love? He stared at a young woman's photo which had been framed near the piano's table. He slowly went there and looked at the woman, Was that you? Yes yes, it was you, But you looked older maybe in your early twenties? Harry stared at the picture looking at you, you were so beautiful. Hepzibah didn't like he was staring at the photo.

"Who is this young woman madam?" Voldemort quietly asked not taking his eyes off the photo. You and Harry were shocked, How how? Was it possible? How could you even be there? Let alone a picture of your early twenties? He didn't take his eyes off you.

"That is Y/n Black." The woman said shortly almost coldly, Could he be attracted to you? "A Black?" Voldemort asked softly "Yes, It's the family of Black who they'd been cut of from The Bouldraries?"

"Yes, Who is she related to?" Voldemort asked barely able to contain the excitement "She's the daughter of a woman named Luciana and a man Sirius Black."

"Do you madam may have any idea where this young woman lives?"

"No, not at all dear." The woman said hastily. Harry saw that Voldemort was not going to leave and he wanted every information about Y/n, "Is this girl related to you?" Voldemort asked.

"No, No dear her mother Luciana Black used to come here often and I had asked her to show a picture of her daughter When suddenly Luciana stopped visiting.

"When was the last time you saw her?" Voldemort quietly asked.

"Last week's Friday?" Voldemort took the photo and obliviated Hepzibah and then the memory faded again.

You and Harry looked at Dumbledore's face having questions, "Professor." Harry began "I don't understand Y/n she was there in the photo how?" Harry asked baffled. "That is what I'm figuring out Harry... Y/n wasn't born let alone enter her twenties, she has no connection to the past, If she had the lost prophecy would have never risen again." Dumbledore cleared that you were not from the past. "Lost Prophecy?" Both of you asked in confusion. Dumbledore nodded "Y/n? Severus has told you a little about the Prophecy? Which you and Voldemort are brewing the potion to access the contents?" Dumbledore cleared.

"Yes, He's told me I can not access it until the potion is completed." You confirmed, "Yours and Voldemort's is the Lost Prophecy." He said.

"What is so special about this Prophecy professor? That confirms Y/n was not in the past we saw her photo." Insisted Harry. "Not a lot of is known, Teralwany, Your former Divination teacher?.... It sounds inaccurate the prophecy was rebuilding. From the ashes when Tom Riddle had come and started seeing Y/n in his dreams the Prophecy half of it was completed. When Y/n was born and when she started seeing Riddle in her dreams the Prophecy was complete to access, after Amour et Nexus was completed, Could they read what was inside it..... " Dumbledore said thoughtfully trying to prove his point to his mind. "That doesn't prove anything professor, Y/n was in the photo," Harry said not comprehending the photo which had stuck to his mind.

"I'll tell you why... The Lost Prophecy if you have ever read about it was the--" You quickly interrupted him "The most famous soul mate prophecy because it links the past and present." You breathed. "Yes, Y/n. Harry if you check the timeline Y/n was not born in the black family back then." Dumbledore added.

"Then how?" Harry asked "It must be Luciana..... Y/n can't be born around Tom Riddle's time... If she had the prophecy wouldn't have been made, Y/n can't be in that time because Luciana was pregnant with Y/n and gave birth which Severus found her." Dumbledore intensely pondered.

"I'll get back with this..... This is the next memory. Y/n please don't see this, Only Harry needs to know, Severus will tell you when the time comes." You nodded with no protests you were trying to make sense of everything. "Whose memory is this?" Asked Harry "Mine," Dumbledore said.

Harry lowered himself down and was consumed by the darkness as the figures took shapes. It was a heavy, snowy day Voldemort was strolling to Hogwarts castle while his cloak covered his features making out the way through the hazy snow, Harry caught up and was suddenly moved to the office of Dumbledore, and in came Lord Voldemort. However he was not the handsome man, His face was waxy and pale white, his unnaturally long fingers enclosed on the seat's head staring intently at it with a bloody look his eyes had not become cat-like slits Harry knew would become. He looked thinking of something. Harry could see his eyes softening and for some reason knew Voldemort had you in his thoughts. It was the only time he could see a human inside Voldemort when he was thinking on Y/n.

Voldemort brushed off the snow that rested on his shoulder, "Good evening Tom." Dumbledore began easily "Won't you sit down?"

"Thank you", Voldemort said sitting down to the seat Dumbledore had gestured. "I've heard you've become headmaster.....Fitting.....Worthy choice." Voldemort spoke with contempt laced deep inside his voice. Dumbledore smile pleasantly "I'm glad you approve." Dumbledore then got up "May I offer you a drink?"

"That would be welcome I have come a long way," Voldemort said quietly. Dumbledore went to a cabinet that now had bottles of wine and not pensive and parchments. Pouring two goblets of elf-made wine.

"So tell me Tom what do I owe the pleasure?" Voldemort sipped on his wine "Nowadays they don't call me 'Tom' I am known as"

"I know what you're known as but it's the irritating things on long-term teachers, they never forget their charming students. So tell me Tom why are you here?" Dumbledore spoke, "To inquire on the Defence against the dark arts post."

"Now Tom let's talk openly why have you come here? For a job you never want? With your friends I'll be sorry to believe they're more of your 'Servants?' It's a harsh winter day to travel with your friends who wanted to wish you luck? With lurking venomous rumors on you? and I must be sorry to believe half of them." Dumbledore asked.

"Your mistaken, and on the contrary I desire the post very much. It's an honor I'll be under you, what do you have to fear?" Voldemort asked this game was being played by two.

Dumbledore leaned back on his chair "The question is what will happen to the people who are led by you? Tom, I must speak openly now... The fair facades have become a long run, Hogwarts is a school and not a ground to recruit followers, and follow a young girl."

"Recruit followers?" Scoffed Voldemort "Follow a girl?"

"Don't push the game, Tom..... Do you know what exactly I'm going on about here, Your searching for a young girl while trying to full fill your dark ambitions, Tom? I must say you've been on a long journey to the Prophecy?" Questioned Dumbledore "However you'll not find the woman here.... I'll assume she's from the Future. Is it why embracing Immortality to see the girl?"

Voldemort laughed an inhuman laugh "It's only time Dumbledore that young girl will be mine, I'm bound to meet her one way or the other, It's only a bit of wait."

"I'll say you have no longer got the charm, Tom." Dumbledore said sadly "We both are soulmates Dumbledore! Can you see the prophecy shining again? It's rebuilding it's only time she will be mine."

"Would you be content on capturing a girl, feeding her off love potions? Would you never care for the maiden?"

"I've learned to care for the girl Dumbledore." Voldemort spoke as though in an unhealthy way, "There's a subtle difference Tom... Between caring and an unhealthy obsession, an desire you desire her, not love her." Corrected Dumbledore.

He smirked "Does it matter now?" He said softly "Her true alliance will always be with me. She'll fall in love with me and she'll want to be here with me."

"I must say..... You don't know her yet, she may just outsmart you."

Voldemort got up, "I don't care on the girl she's just an dream, just an reflection of something beautiful, It doesn't matter soulmates or not, it doesn't matter on desires....So we have nothing else to talk about." Voldemort said in an terrifying silky voice.

"Nothing at all, All though I hope if you'd ever see the girl, You'd at least protect her and make her the closest thing of Love." Dumbledore wished the memory faded as Harry was brought to you by shock, Harry knew better to blurt out everything at your face.

"Y/n Severus had called you to his office. Please meet him." Dumbledore said to get you out the door.

"Alright" You simply said going out the door, After you'd gone out the door.

Dumbledore turned to face Harry, "Now Harry the memory of Slughorn I see you haven't paid it much attention." Dumbledore said disappointed, Harry felt knots one bigger than the other in his stomach "I am sorry sir I got-"

"Caught up doing other things?" Dumbledore finished. Only than Harry had realized how disappointed Dumbledore was on him, "Professor Dumbledore I'm very sorry.... I shall give it more consideration." Harry sincerely apologized, "Thank you Harry."

"Professor on this memory...." Harry muttered feeling complicated :I understand Harry..... I didn't show this memory to Y/n because she's in Love with Voldemort, It's nothing to be angry or upset. Voldemort directly hurt her, saying he never will Love Y/n. She has to focus on her memories will this stay between us Harry?" Dumbledore asked "Yes of course." Harry said.

"You may leave now Harry." Dumbledore said after a long meeting.