Ok this is a one shot of, of course the last part of Merope Gaunt Riddle's life, where she was one of the first and last to love the child that was Tom Marvolo Riddle.
I hope you like it, it was just a random thought while watching TV.
Disclaimer:- I own nothing everything. Sadly, still belongs to J.K Rowling.
Merope's last minutes
After Merope had knocked on the door she staggered back a little bit her hand flung around her belly, clutching in pain. The large brown wooden door opened so fast it was as though several people had pulled it but there stood was one young black haired woman.
"Oh dear please come in." she said anxiously looking at the pale, obviously in labour woman.
Merope didn't think twice she just stepped heavily in to the foyer of the dark, orphanage.
"Some ….thing… is… wrong." she gasped out.
"Come, Lay on the bed I will get the matron." the dark hair girl helped her lay on the bed and hurried to get the matron, "Matron.. Matron.. Wake up I need help." she said shacking the older sleeping woman.
"Rachel? What's happened?" she heard a scream come from the other room, "Was that…?" she started pulling on different clothes.
"A girl has come she doesn't look too good, and she's in labour." Rachel explained quickly.
"Come let's make haste." she said while sweeping into the other room. "Hello, I'm matron Prince."
"Prince?" the young dirty blonde haired girl gasped again, her face contorted in pain.
"Yes. Now Rachel, make a painkilling drug and bring it as soon as it is ready." she instructed then looked at Merope. "What's your name?" she asked quietly.
"Mary.. Mary smith." she lied while gasping, the matron looked unconvinced but none the less helped the girl get comfier. At that minute Rachel came back with a needle and inserted it into the girl's arm who seemed to go limper but her face was still in agony.
"Some.. Things.. Wrong.. With.. My … baby…" she tried to tell them through her obvious agony.
"Ok, when are you due?" the matron asked.
"Yesterday."
"Ok, please could you lift your skirt?" Merope did as she was told and the matron looked over her, "Well you're fully dilated and everything is ready when you feel you need to push."
The girl nodded fearfully, "I know I won't live."
"Don't be silly dear, you will be fine." the Matron soothed.
"No I won't but please look after him. His name is to be Tom Marvolo Riddle, after his father." she said and screamed, after ten minutes angry baby screams filled the room, echoing, Merope went limper and sighed, "let me see."
When she saw her dark haired baby who even though was covered in blood and was just new born looked very cute, "He looks like his father." she smiled.
The matron looked worriedly at her before turning to get a blanket and get the things she needed, she cleaned the baby up and cut everything and made sure he was okay before putting him in his mother's arms, she grinned at the little bundle, "I love you baby." the matron left the mother for her own for ten minutes to get acquainted with her new baby. When she went back in to the room less than half an hour later, the baby was in a cot next the bed, looking at his mother, who was laid down finally looking peaceful, even though she already knew, the matron went over to check her pulse, there wasn't one. She sighed sadly and covered her, "Rachel get Mister Lyons,"
"OK!" a voice came from yet another room, the matron looked at the baby who was looking at where his mother was, "Well Tom Riddle, it seems you will be to live here." she sighed and picked him up taking him to get a bottle, all the while the baby looking at the bed where he would when he would older, sleep.
