What if Being A Horcrux Gave Harry Voldemort's Magical Ability?

The fragment has no semblance of time, no intellect outside of the drive to find a mortal body to inhabit. Its vessel, the Dark Lord, shatters. His power, his ferocity, it means nothing against the power of a mother’s love. And now, the shard of his soul is grasping for anything that still takes breath. It finds something. It latches on like a leech seizing a vein, but its hold finds purchase in more than just the flesh. Another soul, tiny and so new to the world, one brimming with potential. Th