tom marvolo riddle doesn't know how the witch got him into her bed, but he intends for it to never happen again. after that night, he tries his best to forget that vicious siren, and he almost does . . .
he almost does, but he never equated the lost son into his life plan—the son who looks too much like him with his smooth, aristocratic features, but is too much like his mother inside, with his odd stick and ancient robes and mind-powers.
he hates his son. no, not his son—that bastard is not his son. he is a mistake. that is all. tom marvolo riddle has forgotten the boy's mother. he can forget the boy, too.
that is his mistake—thinking the boy is like his mother. because the boy is not. the boy does not love him, is not obsessed with him. the boy is willing to kill him.
the boy does.