Here story 2/4 in the Mother's love series.
Merope Gaunt stared at the small vial in her hand and for a moment cursed the child that caused this moment of sanity in her. Her eyes moved back to the sleeping form of her husband of four months, Thomas Riddle, and her resolve hardened; she knew what she had to do. She roused her husband with infinite care, and asked him to try something new. The love potion in his system was so potent that she could have suggested that he leap in front of a speed bus and he would without hesitation. Up until her unborn child's magic stabilized her own failing mind and body she was perfectly happy with her arrangement with her husband; he would obey every whim of her obsessed mind and she would drug him to the gills with Amortoria. After a single moment of sanity and reflection she couldn't keep the status quo, leading to her tie her husband gently but securely to a chair, and then give him the antidote to the potions in his system.
The shock of that came from going from being devoted to Merope to barely able to stand the sight of her kept Thomas silent for the few moments that Merope needed to begin speaking. Aware of her limited time she spoke quickly but clearly. "I'm Merope, and I am your wife. The last few months a bit hazy to you, I'm sure, but we eloped. I had loved you for years but you were never going to notice crazy little Merope, without help. I had to help myself before I was to be married off to my brother, it took nearly all of the money I had stolen and saved but I bought the ingredients to make a love potion, and made it without my family finding out. I thought everything would be better after you rescued me, and it was. But now there is the child to consider."
"Are you crazy? What child? What the hell is going on? Love potion?"
"Yes, love potion. I am magical, as our child will be. I am pregnant, about two weeks along. I was crazy until the magic our child is creating fixed what was left of my mind and magic. Having this child will kill me and I am low enough on love potion that they will not likely affect you long enough to take our child into your care. Thus we are at an impasse."
"Just let me go you crazy bitch."
"I can't do that, our child's survival is paramount" she touched her stomach lovingly; "He will do great things, our boy." Her eyes caught her captive, "You have the chance to make our child into the greatest being that ever lived, someone who could recreate the world."
"What do you want?" Thomas asked wearily.
"For you to care for our child. You have two options, either you can stay of your own free will and bring the child back with you once I am gone. Or I can feed you lesser doses of the potion; I can make it stretch for long enough for you to be stuck with the child anyway. I promise you, Tom, our boy will change the world and everything in it. It will be up to you to how he does it though."
"I suppose I have no choice."
Merope smiled and untied him. Tom moved slowly, carefully. For the next nine months he stayed and played the dutiful father to be. He hid his simmering hatred of the mother of his child. He stayed because he feared what would happen if he tried to escape and failed. Then on the very night she began to give birth he loaded her into the car to 'drive her to the hospital.' In reality he took her to an out of the way orphanage while she was in too much pain to be able to tell. He got her to the front door and left her unceremoniously on the steps as her water broke. Using the chance he had to get away he never looked back. Never realized what he had condemned the world to.
Merope screamed and cried as her child was born, ripping her magic and life from her body. She only got to hold him once; just the once to feel the power rippling through him. As she lay dying she knew her husband betrayal had caused her eyes to glow red with the hateful madness of her line but she no longer cared.
"My son" she whispered, the glow around them being sucked into the child. In her ruined mind she saw the destruction of the world. "My darling little Tom. Make them suffer, make them pay." Her son's eyes opened just for a moment to take in his dying mother. She watched his irises turn red before returning to the normal baby blue. She had just enough energy to gasp out his name to the waiting nurse before she was gone.