Back in the solitude of my laboratory beneath Slytherin Manor, I placed the two relics on a rune-carved obsidian table. The air trembled with a faint hum — the kind of sound only souls make when they know they are about to be unbound.
The Locket of Slytherin and Hufflepuff's Cup pulsed faintly, their inner fragments of Voldemort's spirit struggling against the wards that held them still. I could feel them reaching out, whispering, promising power, pleading for release.
"Your time is over," I murmured.
Drawing a blood-inscribed sigil across my palm, I began the Soul Fusion Ritual. Lines of crimson light spilled across the floor, circling the table in a living maze of runes. The Philosopher's Stone at my side glowed in sympathy, amplifying the pull.
The locket cracked first — a hiss of emerald smoke rising into the air, shaping itself briefly into the outline of a face that once bore my name. I drew it in, letting the fragment dissolve into me. It felt like swallowing lightning and venom at once, agony and ecstasy in perfect harmony.
Next, the cup. Its golden surface blackened as the soul within screamed soundlessly. I extended my will, pulled, and absorbed it whole. The surge hit me like a tidal wave — ancient memories, scraps of Voldemort's genius, fury, and pride flooding into my mind.
When the ritual ended, I stood trembling but exhilarated. My magic burned hotter, the boundaries of my soul expanded wider than ever before. I had become something beyond human — not a fractured immortal like Voldemort, but a unified being of one complete, perfected soul.
I left the Diary untouched. Instead, I placed it on my desk, dipped a quill into black ink, and wrote a single line:
"Can you hear me?"
Words appeared a moment later, neat and sharp:
"Yes. Who are you?"
A slow smile curved my lips. "Your creator," I whispered.
From that moment, the diary became my living quill-mate. It processed spell equations, calculated ritual matrices, tested runic correlations in seconds. The mind fragment inside was intelligent — far more efficient than any assistant.
By nightfall, I had both absorbed and employed the remnants of the Dark Lord.What Voldemort once sought through division, I achieved through unity.