Chapter 1

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Fresh flakes of snow battered the night of New Year's Eve, but in the blanket of black and blue, a dull-haired girl, covered in tears of fear, and a smell of fresh heartbreak and sin hobbled to the door. A pained cry came from the pregnant woman, and sorrowful begs filled the young teen, Mrs. Cole's ears. "Please, my baby." New to the orphanage, Mrs. Cole had only ever witnessed childbirth through her training.

Mrs. Cole's hands slipped under the woman's weight, helping her to her feet before assisting her to a warm cot near the fire. The young nursery nurse, did the best she could to calm the lady down while welcoming the baby. "What is your name?" Mrs. Cole did not actually care for her name at the moment, but the fear in the woman's lazy eye pained the young girl.

"Merope," she grunted out in pain, "Merope Gaunt." Merope's pale, heavy face twisted in agony, illuminated only by the flickering flames meters away. A baby's cry broke the silence of night, and Mrs. Cole wiped the child down, looking proudly at the healthy child. 

"He's a boy," she whispered softly, handing the crying infant to Merope. "What shall you name him?" Mrs. Cole's voice was soft like silk, and harmonized with the wind.

Even after the life of her new son, she still looked defeated and empty. Her words stung with sorrow, "Tom, Tom Riddle. After his father," she mournfully spoke, and light temporarily flashed through her gaze before dying all the same. "And Marvolo for the middle name, after his maternal grandfather," Merope glanced at her son once, before handing him to Mrs. Cole. "Give him to a good home," she finally pleaded...

Later that night, Merope had closed her eyes for the last time; She did not wish to live any longer, having Tom Riddle Sr leave her... Magic could not safe such a doomed soul.

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