The Evolution of Evil
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Harry Potter series written by the fabulous J.K. Rowling. I do not make any money from my fanfics. It is just for a bit of fun.
Warnings: This will turn out to be a slash fanfic, meaning there will be male/male pairings. Along the way there also will be Dumbledore bashing. I have decided the pairings but it will be a surprise.
Summary: "Hissy, hissy, little snakey...Slither on the floor, you be good to Morfin or he'll nail you to the door." Every story has an ending...but what of the beginning? Let me take you back before Harry Potter, Before the Prophecy and before the rein of Lord Voldermort and his death eaters.
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The Gaunt family were a proud bunch of dark pureblood wizards and witches; they lived in a small town called Little Hangleton in a small run down cottage a little ways away from the rich muggles who lived in a luxurious manor house.
The Riddles.
Marvolo Gaunt, a short man standing at five foot, in his early thirties; hated The Riddles. Not only where the Riddles rich they were also non magical human beings.
Muggles.
Marvolo hated muggles just like his fore fathers and their fore fathers did going all the way back until Salazar Slytherin; the greatest out of all the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Cadmus Peverell one of the three brothers who were infamous for the creation of the Deathly Hallows.
The Gaunt's weren't exactly well off, but they weren't struggling either. Marvolo and Astoria Gaunt was first cousin and were forced to marry but it wasn't a loveless marriage. Oh no; Marvolo Gaunt loved his cousin his Astoria with all his heart, he had never seen another woman who could rival her beauty.
Astoria was a beautiful woman; she wasn't a tall woman but she was not petty in anyway standing at five foot six, she had beautiful long brunette hair that reached the middle of her back, her frame was nice and curvy, and her eyes were a stunning grey. She had already giving birth to a son, which Marvolo and herself named Morfin after her father.
The babe was only 4 years old and the Gaunt's had decided that they would try for another child.
As the years passed Astoria had grown into a deep depression as it seemed she could not conceive and Morfin wasn't showing any signs of having magic.
Marvolo had grown bitter and angry as the years passed and he would abuse Morfin, placing him under the Cruictas curse and hurting his son in any shape or form.
Then one morning Astoria came rushing into her husband's office nearly jumping for joy.
"Marvolo, beloved, I have the greatest news." She gushed breathlessly.
Blinking slowly Marvolo pushes himself up from behind his desk and moves towards his wife. Standing in front of her he places his heavy hands onto her shoulders.
"What is it Astoria, my love?" His ugly brown eyes never leaving her grey ones.
Astoria smiled up at her husband and traced his wrinkled face with her fingers.
"I'm pregnant dear one." She whispers excitedly, placing her hands lovingly upon her slightly swollen stomach.
Marvolo's eyes grew wide and with a loud shout of joy, he picked Astoria up in his arms and twirled them both around the room.
As Astoria's feet touched the ground a small noise drew their attention towards the door, giggling softly an eight year old Morfin enters the office. Marvolo's expression changed quickly; his face turning an ugly purple color, he took in a deep gush of breath and was about to yell at the boy when his wife's soft hand touched his shoulder, a gasp escaping her lips.
Halting at Astoria's command Marvolo looks down at his son and his mouth drops open in shock. Morfin was doing magic; he was levitating a small toy.
The breath that he didn't realize he was holding in escaped and came out in a rush.
His son was doing magic!