Unimpressive
Yours has been a tortured existence
Unimpressively so
Loathed by a father who craved a son
(He died)
Shunned by a mother who was ashamed that she bore a Squib
(She died)
Taunted by a brother who knew that he was better than you
(He died)
And hated- hated by yourself
You blamed yourself
For being born
As a girl
For being born
First
For being born
As a squib
But you didn't realise
That everything in your life
Ultimately led to your death
Fate worked in cruel ways
And it was ruthless as it played with your life
You wished that your life was different
That you could run away
That you could at least defend yourself
But magic failed you
Until one day your eyes fell upon him
He was handsome
Rich
Clever
Charitable
At least that's what you saw
His only flaw
(Pardonable in your eyes)
Was that he was a Muggle
But then
(You argued with yourself)
You were no better
A mere Squib
But that was the one time in your life that magic helped
And so you prepared that potent brew
And plotted to have him consume it
He rode by your tumbledown house
On a hot summer's day
You coaxed him, convinced him
That a cool drink would be refreshing
And you watched
(With baited breath)
As the last drops of the potion disappeared down his throat
The effects were immediate
His eyes sparkled
And his tired lips smiled
His brilliant white teeth dazzled you
And before you knew it
He had whisked you away
He was your husband
You were his wife
And
You were with child
You worried whether your father would find out
Whether your brother would
But for once, you were glad
Relieved
You allowed yourself a little smile
They were locked away
(Safely)
In Azkaban
You hummed to yourself
Everyday
As you brewed that powerful potion
And watched, slightly happy/slightly sad
As your husband drank the fruits of your labour
And fell in love with you once more
But you
(Who had never been loved- really loved)
Couldn't sense the falseness of the charade
And then one day you decided to stop
(Once and for all)
You wouldn't brew the potion any more
You wouldn't bewitch him
He would love you
For you
And you'd live happily ever after
But that was not to be
Once more destiny decide that you weren't to have happiness
He saw you for you
An ugly, cross eyed peasant
Depraved, desperate, deceptive
And he left
Without a word
Disgusted
You had no money
No means to support yourself
Or your unborn child
And so you ran
Away
Away
Away
Nine months were up
And your child would be born sometime soon
You were weak, feverish, dying
But the child had to live
It was raining
A dark and stormy night
And you stumbled into a small town
You begged for some food
Some shelter from the relentless rain
You received only slammed doors as a response
A single light glowed in the distance
You were determined to reach it
It was an orphanage
Tears
Of pain
Of sorrow
Of despair
Mingled with the tears of relief
And the rainwater streaking down your dirty face
And you collapsed on the doorstep
A young girl opened the door to let the cat in
And she screamed when she saw your crumpled form
Before you passed out, you noticed that she was barely older than you
And then it was darkness
You came to
A baby's cry roused you
You were still weak
A small bundle was shoved into your hands
Your baby
And you clutched it
As though your life depended on it
But you knew that your minutes were numbered
You murmured
And the girl was there to listen
'I hope he looks like his Papa'
The girl merely stared at you
'Name him-'
You whispered, as an older woman bustled in
'Name him Tom for his Papa and Marvolo for my Papa'
The girl opened her mouth to ask something
But you silenced her with a weak finger
'Tom Marvolo Riddle- my son'
You pressed a tired, spent kiss to you son's forehead
And you could feel it approaching
The unimpressive moment that your unimpressive life had led to
Your death
The darkness enveloped you
~littlegirlgonemad~
Author's Note: Merope Gaunt suddenly strolled into my head. She is a very interesting character and you can expect more about her from me.
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