A House Grown With Ivy
by imafeckingstarr
Summary: In Little Hangleton, there's a place with no portraits on the wall. A girl is hiding away in a house grown with ivy. She's a girl with no life to live at all, stuck in a room filled with heart-ache and crying, over the muggle boy... Tom Riddle.
A/N: So this is a one-shot based on Voldemort's mum, Merope Gaunt. It's also based on the song by the Wizard Rock band "Let's Lumos" called 'A House Grown With Ivy'. Of course, in the books it said that she died giving birth to Tom, but I wanted this to fit with the lyrics of the song. I hope you enjoy it!
If only he knew the boy she was deceiving... her dad, the one with the purest blood of all... if only he knew. But alas, he has a life behind dirty prison walls, sent to Azkaban, aligning himself with the darkest of beings: Demetors.
"He... he didn't notice me," She whispered, stroking brown wisps of hair out of the strangers face that was in her lap, "Of course, I didn't expect him too, I mean, look at me," tears began to free-fall from the girls face as the stranger began to stir. "Potions... potions are everything, now his heart is on strings..." Merope Gaunt whispered, her tears staining the pretty face of the stranger, who was still resting in her lap, his eyes closed.
"A boy... a boy drugged with something so sweet..." She continued to whisper as she poured a sickly sweet smelling liquid down his throat. "I'm not alone anymore," a single cry from above made her jump, and she gently placed Tom Riddle's head on the wooden flooring. Standing up, she glided out of the room and up the stairs, entering another.
A small child lay on a bundle of blankets. A child with a face of mistakes she can't deal with. She shouldn't have made the potion, tricked Tom Riddle into drinking it, and living in the fantasy she'd always dreamed of living in. It was time to get her head out of the clouds.
"Hush, my child," She whispered gently, as she bent over and picked up the wailing baby, "Everything's going to be okay, shh,"
Rain began to pour down softly, pitter-pattering on the roof. A loud masculine groan could be heard from the room below, and Merope knew it was time... time to let everything go. She crept down the stairs, opened the door and wondered out into the rain, taking one last look at the house grown with ivy.
A place with no portraits on the walls: She knocked thrice on the wooden door leading to the orphanage. It was the only option she had left. The door swung open, and she handed the woman her baby, "Call him... Tom, after his father," She murmured softly, gazing at the child in the strange woman's arms. "And Marvolo after his grandfather... Tom Marvolo Riddle." And without a second glance, Merope Gaunt stepped back into the rain.
She wondered alone, past alleys and streets, not daring to look back at the place where she'd just left her child. She wasn't going home... because she'll never awaken again.
I wanted it to sound like she had no choice but to free Tom Riddle Sr. from the strong Amortentia she brewed (I'm assuming it was Amortentia; because it's supposed to be a powerful love potion); and leave her only son at the Orphanage. Just something she did because she thought it was wrong having a proper family because she created this fantasy... something like that anyway. Can't live in your dream world for too long, can you?
I lie, of course. I live in my dream world all the time! :)
I hoped you liked reading this!
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muchlove,
imafeckingstarr xxxx