I think that Voldemort's parents deserve a bit more recognition, so here it is. Enjoy!

"Merope, my dear? Where are you?"

"In the bedroom Tom."

Tom Riddle Senior impatiently made his way to the bedroom he shared with his wife, Merope Gaunt, or now as she was called, Mrs. Riddle. As Tom approached the bedroom door, he stopped short of opening it and took a quick second to fix his blue pin-striped shirt and his dark brown hair.

When he finally deemed himself ready, he breathlessly opened the door to find the girl he was infatuated with, awaiting for him. The girl whom he wanted so desperately to be with all the time. Merope was dressed in a dirty, dusty dress, which at some point in time, might have been considered pretty. The dress certainly suited the girl, who was also quite unkempt looking.

Her vapid hair hung dully around her bland face. She was a plain girl, but in Tom's eyes, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her grey eyes locked with his and she smiled nervously.

"Merope!" said Tom excitedly, stumbling over his own feet as he eagerly made his way across the bedroom.

Merope stood frozen in her place next to the side table. She had to do this. If not now, then when? In just a few minutes time, the Amortentia would wear off, and he would not be the Tom Riddle she had come to know and love. Merope had always know that this time would come.

Perhaps it was now that she was pregnant, that she had decided to let this to happen. In Merope's mind, no man would leave his pregnant wife, no matter what the circumstance. She was young and foolish, just barely twenty. Her burning affection for the handsome youth had caused her to do many things she would soon regret.

But now, the time was ticking down and there was no going back.

"Tom...sit down my love," Merope asked sadly.

"Anything you wish my beauty, my goddess, my life." He reached up to caress her pale cheek, but she pushed his hand down gently.

"What is the matter darling?" he asked inquisitively, a look of utter confusion on his striking face.

"Tom, do you love me?" she asked urgently.

"With all my heart and soul. You are my world and I could never live without you." he told her, sincerity etched across his face.

"You would never leave me? You will always stay with me?"

"Forever and always. I cannot imagine a world in which--"

Suddenly, Tom's eyes freed from the misty abyss they once were, and cleared. His once serene, tender face turned into one of shock and horror. Then, he spotted Merope, who was silently sobbing next to him. His bewilderment turned to rage as he stood up quickly from the bed and backed against the wall. His frantic eyes stared at her heavy face with repugnance.

Comprehension dawned on him as he yelled, "You! You're a-- a witch! You have bewitched me! Take me to my home at once!"

"Tom..." Merope pleaded, falling onto the floor at his feet. "You said you would always love me!

He jumped back in disgust. "I only said those things because I was under your enchantment you stupid girl!

"But Tom, you promised me! And I-- I'm having your child!"

This took Tom completely by surprise. "You're what?"

"Yes! You can't leave me now! I need your help!"

As Tom walked towards the door, he stopped to look back at the pitiful girl lying at his feet. "Well then you'd bloody well hope you have a miscarriage."

And with that, he walked hurriedly out of the room, leaving the wretched and heartbroken Merope Gaunt behind, never to see her husband Tom Riddle, ever again.

I hope you enjoyed. As always, please review, even if it's short!