Not About Angels (A Tom Riddle Story)

Chapter 90

90 chapters???!?!  I honestly never thought we'd get this far. I really wanna just take a quick moment and thank yall for sticking around this far into the book...And to the real ones who comment, I see you👌 Seeing this story being enjoyed is such an awesome feeling and thank you so much to all of you for being here! 

also get your seatbelts ready and have something to hold onto cause the next few chapters will be a bumpy ride...

-big kisses, Emilia  

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"Grandfather! I-I didn't know you'd be visiting! You should've told me sooner. I would've gotten you something from Hogsmeade." Gabriel said, at first pleasantly surprised to see his grandfather here. 

After months of grief and isolation from his family, he was glad to see his grandfather. 

Although he did not see his grandfather very often, as he was always busy, the time he did spend with his grandfather fulfilled the role Marvolo should have... 

However, the Minister did not smile this time. 

"Good evening, Gabriel...how are you holding up?"

"I'm good...as well as I can be, anyway," Gabriel answered, not that he would reveal his true emotions now. 

"Good. Good. I don't have a lot of time, so let's cut to the chase. I'm here because I heard some particularly troubling information from Arnold Benard and I would like to have some things clarified with you." 

"Oh. Okay. What is it?" 

"Regarding a girl. Abigail Wool," as her name landed in the air, Gabriel froze. 

"Y-yes?"

"The morning of--your mother's death--where was she?"

Gabriel paused for a second. He understood now the reason for this untimely visit. 

Part of him knew. He knew what she had done for Tom Riddle, and it made him clench his fists in anger...yet, he could not say it out loud. 

"She was with me the entire morning." He lied. 

"Are you absolutely sure?" 

"I am."

"What do you know of her relation to this Riddle? That bastard?"

This struck a sore spot, but Gabriel pretended that it did not affect him. What did he care now, anyways, he told himself. He didn't care about her anymore...she was a thing of the past.

If she wanted to be with Tom Riddle, so be it... 

"I don't know." He replied, avoiding his grandfather's stern eyes. "We-we're not really close anymore. I don't know much about her." 

"Don't lie to me, Gabriel. You're not a good liar." It was one of the many, many ways in which he was different from his father. 

"I'm not lying. Why would I lie about this?"

"Do you understand the gravity of the situation, boy? Tom Riddle is linked to your mother's death. The more we investigate this case, the surer I am...don't you find it at all suspicious? Do I need to remind you again what he has taken away from you?"

I know. I know...  

"All I want is for your mother to rest in peace and for you to get back what's rightfully yours. Tell me now, whatever you know." 

"Like I said, I-I really don't know. She-she has nothing to do with this. Maybe he did it. I wouldn't put it past him...but she's not involved."