Heavy rain smashed down to earth as the wind howled ferociously. In the middle was an old wreckage. The gaunt house. Well, more like a shack now. It was a pile of cinders and ash, where a large fork of electricity had shot it.
Someone still lived there. He went by the name Morfin. A parstletongue. A yellow Snake was roughly nailed to the door and if you stared too long you may see it twitch. Trick of the eye or not, it chills people to be bone. His father had died, mad as a hatter, died shortly after his daughter, Merope Gaunt. It was unknown to the world, wizarding or not, about what happened to her.
Son...
Devil.
Betrayer.
Although, his mother wasn't exactly different. She had the father of her child fooled. She had placed him under a spell, and as soon as she released it, hoping he would really love her back, he left her. Found dead on the floor in his manor with his parents, Thomas and Mary riddle. I
The Muggle Police and Doctors were very confused. no sign of a struggle and no apparent cause of death. Of course, it was the killing curse that had done it.
Avada Kedavra.
Murdered by his unwanted son that he had abandoned.
Monster.
Never thought to find out about what ever became of his son, in the few years he had left. Days were numbered for the world, unknowingly counting down until the day Tom Marvolo Riddle was born.
Morfin. He'd met his nephew. Thought he was his Father, though he only knew what he looked like from when he saw him, 30 years or so earlier. Told him to get lost, not knowing about the fact that he was speaking to the last remaining family he had left, not to mention an already extremely evil man.
Vermin
And the descendent of Salazar Slytherin himself.
