The Riddle Siblings- A Slytherin Story

Chapter 14: Rodolphus

Guess the kid!

@korra815 was the first to guess the kid. It was indeed Mattheo Riddle (Benjamin Wadsworth)

Let's see who gets it this time.

Tom Riddle

5 years ago

"Tom," Rodolphus spoke in his raspy voice and beckoned me over to where he was sitting in the drawing room. Alexia and Matt were playing outside in the garden. They were chasing gnomes together and kicking them far away. It was an uncommon day, the sun was out and shone it's warmth. I had taken this opportunity to let them play outside.

Today was a rare instace, Rodolphus wasn't drunk out of his mind. He wasn't particularly unkind but he never cared.

"I'll be there in a minute. I need to check up on Matt." I called out and went out to the garden.

"Matt!" I called out to them. They both came running all the while giggling. As fast as their little legs would carry them.

Both of them beamed up at me."Yes, Tommy?" I couldn't help but smile at that name.
"Don't over exert yourself Matt. Your fever has only been gone a day. Don't want to get sick again, do you?"
He nodded intently at me.
He had had the flu for two weeks now and I had to keep Lexi away from him too, so they were both overjoyed when I allowed him to play. Bitty, our house elf had made the required medicines for him but I had to take care of him. He wouldn't let her near himself.

I looked over at Lexi, "Take care of your older brother. Its your mission head commando." She puffed out her chest and saluted me.

I left them to their little world and went back to Rodolphus.
"I see you're sober today." I mused as I sat in front of him on the sofa.

"A rare instace, isn't it boy?" He spoke gruffly.
"I'm in a good mood today. Its my birthday." He spoke with a wide toothed grin.

"Do you expect a gift? Because let me remind you, you haven't so much as wished us on ours." I said carefully keeping my voice devoid of any emotions.

"I'm not your father."

"No, you're only our guardian." His smile fell.

"Why is that?" I bent forward in my chair and clasped my hands together.

"Whatever do you mean, lad?" He mimicked my actions. Rodolphus Lestrange was a well kept man. Even with the frustration of not having left the house for eight years, he carried himself with a sort of grace.

"Why were we given to you? You're not our blood relative and from what you've told me about the Black brothers, you're not our godparent either."

"Be thankful boy." He sneered at me, "If it hadn't been for me, you lot would never have all of this." He gestured around to his grand mansion.

I smiled my most charming smile, "Believe me, we are. But why was it you who took us? Why not, say, The Malfoys?" He looked me in the eyes as soon as I said the name. I knew I had hit a nerve. The Malfoys were my father's right hand before his fall.