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Prologue
On December 31st 1926 , Merope Riddle died at the childbirth of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Right? Wrong. She never died. Merope had no money, no home to go to, no family and no friends but she never died. Forced to give away her child at one month old to a muggle orphanage - she found her way to a small job at a pub called The Golden Compass. Of course fate would have it that she would fall in love with her pub's owner and he, different from Tom Riddle sr., fell straight back in love with her. She was but a very young woman when she gave birth to Tom and was extraordinarily beautiful, clever, sly and interesting. In her delirious state at the time of Tom's birth - she completely lost memory of that year and which orphanage she left Tom at. She spent most of her life looking for him but tried fervently to become pregnant again . Due to her misuse of her body- malnutrition, dehydration- she would not be able to become pregnant for a very, very long time. Fortunately for her in the month of April 1999- she started carrying her second son. Traveling back to Britain from the country she and her husband had been staying at - she realized her pregnancy. Obviously she was over joyed and we will visit the day she gave birth to her precious second son.
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Slowly and carefully, Merope Riddle stood up. Today was the day she was meant give birth and she couldn't wait. Underneath all that excitement was full blown terror also as her first experience of child birth had been horrifieing and no one deserved to go through that. But times had changed and now she had a wonderful husband who didn't like her for her money or beauty but for who she was. Merope reminded herself every day of this since 1935 - when she realized she was in love. She felt a hard kick on her bloated stomach. Harder than she had felt before. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she doubled up in intense pain and fell with a crunch to her knees.
'' GEORGE!!! GEORGE!! HELP- HES COMING!! HES COMING!! IM GOINNG TO GIVE BIRTH- WE NEED TO GET TO THE DOCTORS NOW! '' Merope screamed as loud as she could as it only made the pushing and pain worse. '' GEORGE!!!!''
Her husband scampered in at top speed - his shirt only half buttoned and coat hanging off one shoulder . He took one quick glance at her and grabbed at her at an impossible speed and sprinted as quickly as he could out of their cute cottage .
'' Don't Worry Darling!! It'll be ok and I'll get you there fine!"
He soothed as he cautiously placed in the seat next to him in the car. As he drove off at a dangerous speed all he could hear was her screaming but this only spurred him on. In his panic, he never noticed the car driving down at 70 mph down the road. He never noticed.
CRASH.
For a second all there was was silence. Then Merope screaming started again but this time for her husband's death and also for the pain. Her beloved had taken most of the brunt but she was severely injured also.
' Must give birth to my baby. Must give birth to my baby. NO. PLEASE WHY. Must give birth to my baby.'
The bump and baby, luckily unharmed, decided to push out at that moment. Stripping quickly, Merope started go through the process again. No one helped. No one stopped and asked to themselves why someone was screaming. She went through it alone. Again. But this time it was different.
For the second time in her life- she held her baby in her arms and was on the brink of dying. This time she couldn't hold on. This time it was the end.
" I love you..." She fell down, limp, lifeless eyes fixated on her sobbing baby. He knew something was wrong but didn't know what it was. Out of nowhere , a bright shining light was directed at him.
Black out.