AN – Ok sorry about the delay, been so busy, I wrote this chapter once and then I lost it so that was frustrating. The title of this chapter is from the soundtrack of Repo, and the song was the inspiration for this chapter and for most of the story too. There's a lot happening in this chapter, that's why it is so long. Also you see Merope again.

Let the monster rise.

Tom Riddle Snr was sitting in the living room, gazing into the fire. "Where was she?" he thought, Anya never went out for song long and defiantly not without telling him. Ever since she had come home from that...school... she had been distant sitting in her room for hours on end searching through books, once or twice it seemed that she wanted to ask him something, but nothing ever came of it...maybe it was something about Merope...No it couldn't be Anya knew nothing about her. His thoughts turned darker as he thought of his wife...the lies she had told him made him sure that he never trusted anyone again, she was the reason he would always know there was something wrong with his daughter and fear for her too.

Someone knocked on the door, knowing that it was Jones night off he heaved himself from the chair and went to get the door himself. His wife was already upstairs preparing for their night out, they were to go to the Montins for dinner, but Tom had downright refused to go till Anya came home this in turn ending with an argument between the pair.

Opening the door he looked upon his daughter, she was dripping wet and looked very cold. "Anya where the devil have you been?" Anya held back at laugh at this comment, who the devil indeed. She let her father usher into the armchair by the fire before he sat across from her, something was wrong he could tell.

"Anya...Anya what's wrong?" he asked after a long time of sitting in silence.

Anya said nothing but merely gazed into the flames, sorting through her thoughts. So this was it, this was her times to get her answers...she had to know, she wanted the truth and she was going to get it no matter what.

"Who was my mother?" she said quietly not looking at her father but still looking into the flames.

"What?"

"I said who, was, my mother?" She repeated more loudly looking round. As she gazed upon her fathers shocked and dazed face, but it didn't soften the anger in her heart. "Could it possible have been…Merope Gaunt?"

"How do you know…who told you about…?" Her father spluttered, trying to fathom how she could have known.

"I did some digging, strange you never thought about my curiosity, did you seriously think I would be curious about my mother, want to find her?" Anya demanded, standing up from her chair. "Of course I wanted to know…why did you never tell me?" her voice was softer as she said this.

Tom didn't say anything, but stood looking both alarmed and fearful. He knew this day would come but he had desperately wished it wouldn't. He slouched over putting his head in his hands, not wanting to look at her, fearful to.

"I need to know…what happened?" Anya demanded looking at him. She hoped there was some explanation, really hoped. Maybe what Morfin said wasn't true; maybe things happened he didn't know about…could her father have cast her mother and brother aside? "Tell me or I swear I will leave this house and you will never see me again…"

Tom looked up, and sighed at the determined look on his daughter's face, his daughter he could lose her forever.

"Anya, sit down." He sighed. "Well…I hoped I wouldn't have to do this. But your right you need to know and you need to understand what happened between your mother and me."

Anya sat down, looking expectant. "So... 18 years ago, things were not so different as they are now. I was living here with my parents, and my life was quite simply perfect. It was a hot day when I met your mother and she offered me a glass of water."

The sun shone down as a young and handsome Tom Riddle rode past on his horse. He dismounted and took of his hat, wiping the sweat from his brow. He noticed that he had stopped in front of the tramps house, it was surely an eyesore one that the residents of Little Hangleton wanted gone, however it didn't belong to the Riddles but to a mad old tramp by the name of Marvolo, honestly what kind of name was that. His son was just as insane, he had even nailed a snake to the door of the...house...before, and he was always causing trouble in the village. Word was that there was a daughter as well, but hardly anyone had seen her. He was about to climb onto his horse to continue up the hill to his home when a small voice called him back. "Excuse me, sir?"

Turning round he looked at the girl before him. She wasn't any beauty by any means, and he knew by her appearance and where she was that this must be the daughter, but even he was shocked by just how under cared for she looked. The girl had dirty hair that hung limply around her plain face, and was wearing a dirty grey dress that looked as though it would match in with anything in the house. Feeling slightly repulsed Tom realised that he had been staring and quickly averted his eyes from the unfortunate creature.

"Yes?" he asked stiffly, silently wishing he hadn't stopped here after all.

"Well, I thought you might like a drink of water, you look very hot after all and its nice and cool" she suddenly had in her hands a glass of water, he was sure she hadn't been holding it before hand but logic said that he clearly had just not seen it. He nether less was taken aback and was at a loss for what to do, on one hand he was thirsty but then again if someone saw him he would never hear the end of it.

"Um...yes, thank you" he decided finally and reached for the glass. She handed it to him watching him carefully as he took a sip. For a while he merely savoured the taste and the feeling it left on his parched throat but then the world started to spin and he felt himself fall to the ground.

When he came to he noticed he was on the ground and someone was holding his head.

"What happened?" he asked when he could speak again. The person moved so he could stand up and helped by supporting his arm.

"You fainted sir; I thought you looked too hot." Came the voice of the woman, he turned round to see her and couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe he had ever thought her plain; she was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. She was watching him carefully and studying his every move, finally she asked him "are you ok? Tom?"

He smiled back at her before saying quietly looking directly into her eyes the way a snake would, "yes wonderful."

The next years memories were sketchy at best and some were as if he was underwater looking at himself, all he could remember was the memory of feeling such intense love for the woman who shared his home, and then for the little baby that was born shortly after.

"It was some sort of love potion...amorteia or something like that." He muttered not really bothered about the name, though at the beginning he had clung to every detail.

"Amortentia, it's the most powerful love potion in the world." Anya was amazed, and trying to take all the information in. To brew Amortentia was very hard and could hold some dangerous consequences if it wasn't brewed correctly. What shocked her the most was that in order to brew it correctly you had to have strong feelings for the one you intended to drink it. "Why? Why did she stop giving you the potion?"

Her father did not look pleased that she knew about the potion. However he answered her questions "well, she said...that she didn't want to keep lying to me, that she loved me too much. Yeah right like that woman could love anyone..."

"What, because she was witch you mean...?" Anya demanded. She looked at her father coldly and he looked uncomfortable. "So then what happened?"

"well we argued, I was quiet understandably furious...I had been tricked, lied too and bewitched into marrying a woman far below my station and who turned out to be a witch. Everything I had felt previously disappeared and all I felt was hate, I wanted her gone and I never wanted to see her again. She left leaving you here and I never saw her again." Tom Riddles voice had got incredibly bitter and angry, but that was nothing to what his daughter felt as she looked at him.

"So you just chucked her out...didn't even try to talk it out?"

"No...And why should I? She had deceived me." He was angry that she wasn't taking it the way he wanted. "What could I let her stay here? And bring another child into a world of lies...no she had to go!"

Anya stopped and her face fell...he knew, the whole time he knew...a child, her mother was pregnant when she left and still he had chucked her out like an old rag. Who was this man, she didn't even know him anymore, and how could her father the man who raised her have done that to anyone.

"Anya, look at me please..." he pleaded quietly. "You're my daughter, the one good thing to come from all this please, just try to understand..."

She just shook her head and tried to collect her thoughts. "All you've ever told me, every world is a lie!" she screamed at him. "Well why didn't you just tell me how to act then, what to say...how do one be the perfect daughter?"

She had to get out of here before she did something she'd regret, she needed to see Tom her brother, she had to tell him. Slowly she stood up and moved to the door. He fathers hand shot out to catch her arm and stopped her from going.

"No Anya please...where are you going...don't leave please?"

"I have to go; I need to clear my head. I can't stay...I can't..." she pulled her arm, trying to get him to let her go but he wouldn't yield.

"Anya!"

"NO! Let me go, before I do something I'll regret..." she wrenched her arm from his grasp and he didn't try to stop her. As she got to the door he called to her "Anya...I love you, you know!"

"What as you loved my mother?" she muttered as she left shutting the door quietly behind her. Tom Riddle suddenly felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, his daughter hated him and as that realisation hit him he had a sudden thought..."Have I failed my daughter?"

His parents choose this time to make their appearance, they had come here to find their son after he hadn't shown up at the Montins only to find their granddaughter running out of the house without so much as a hello. "Thomas, what is going on?" his mother asked. Tom sat in the chair and told them all that had happened...

Meanwhile, the young Tom Riddle was impatiently waiting at the shack, for his sister. What was taking so long, all he had for company was a comatose uncle who was currently lying at his feet. He drew his wand from his pocket as he heard footsteps coming up the path.

"Who's there?" he demanded forcibly, pointing his wand at the door. His sister stepped over the threshold looking as though she had been through hell and back. For a while no one said anything, then Anya bent down and picked up Morfin's wand from the dust covered floor. "I think you should come with me, it's time you got to meet your father...it's time for you to know the truth..."

Tom just nodded and followed her up to the large manor on the hill. Once they got to the house, he was shocked and angry at the magnifigance of the place thinking dimly back to the orphanage and the nights he had spent cold and alone there, whilst his sister and father had lived here...

"Alohamora," Anya muttered using Marvolo's wand to open the door. She led him into the sitting room where they could hear speaking from inside the room. She looked through the key hole.

"She knows?" her grandfather asked bewildered. She could see him stroking his moustache thoughtfully, but the gesture which usually made her feel happy now irritated her, something had awoken in her and small things that didn't seem so important now seemed crucial.

"Yes, she did some digging of her own, she wanted to know about her mother...suppose I can understand..." she could see that her father had a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"But how could she have known...did she speak to people in the village, they all swore they wouldn't say a word...but you never know with Miss Walker she's the greatest gossip in the village."

"For your information, Miss Walker gave me no information at all." Anya loudly said as she entered the room. Her grandparent's heads turned round to look at her and her father stood up and made to walk to her. Her stepmother who had obviously come down to see what was going on looked at her in surprise.

"Anya...

She held up a hand to halt him. "No I think its time you met the reason for all my information…Tom." She called behind her and her brother walked into the room.

Tom Riddle Jnr walked into the room full of his family. His entrance was met with many shocked looks, his grandparents looked like they had seen a ghost, his fathers wife looked confused and kept looking between him and his father. Finally he looked at the man who had abandoned him long before he was born, and he had to admit that the resemblance was spooky, his eyes were grey however like his mothers but the rest of his features were all there, the hair and the high cheekbones. His face looked as though he was going to faint, and there was an emotion he could not read in his eyes, his mouth formed words but he couldn't say anything.

"Dad, this is my brother, your son, Tom Marvolo Riddle". Anya said quietly. "Tom this is our father." She walked back and watched the two men carefully, the situation was very tense and once she thought they would end up staying there all night, before her grandmother finally broke through her shock.

"How…how did you find us?" she asked, trying to her nervousness and keep her tone polite.

"I attend Hogwarts, me and Anya are in the same house, I met her there. Together we worked out to discover the truth of our mother, me only having a few memories of her before she died."

"Died?" her father asked. His voice held surprise and maybe some long lost sorrow for the woman that for 17 years he had despised.

"Yes she died giving birth to me, and I was raised in a orphanage in London. Funny really seeing as you have all this.." he laughed without humour and his eyes turned colder as he looked around at the lavish settings, his mind reminded him of the horrible place he had been forced to grow up in, now seeing all this made him angrier than he could have thought. "Her only words were that I be named after you, with Marvolo from my grandfather. No one came for me though, and soon I gave up that anyone would. However when a professor came to me and enrolled me in Hogwarts I met someone I didn't expect, a sister. Together we searched for our family and finally we followed an ancient family line to the Gaunts. So tell me what could my dear mother have done to warrant you abandoning us...?" he turned his piercing stare to his father who was carefully piecing together the information in his mind. He had a son who he had wronged and now that son was here trying to find out information that he had already given out once tonight. He turned to his daughter and asked "You didn't tell him then?"

Anya shook her head, "No I thought you should have that honour." Her voice was cold as were her eyes.

Her grand father stepped forward instead however to answer the boys question, he had decided to take control of this situation. "Well, I would have thought that was obvious isn't it. He didn't want a lying grasping little witch in his house any longer. A decision I supported whole heartedly."

"What?" Anya demanded looking at him.

"Yes, it was bad enough that she had married him in the first place, do you really think that when the truth was out that we would let her stay here and pollute this family anymore. No she had to go and so did the child in her womb. She was nothing but a cheap grasping tramp, the world is better of without her and her kind." Her grandmother finished of her husbands thought coldly.

"And what about I then...what made me different from her, you knew what I could become...what made you keep me?" Anya demanded, absolutely seething. She had drawn Marvolo's wand in her anger and red sparks were coming out of the end.

"Me...I didn't want to lose my daughter" he father said quietly, looking at his daughter. He cast a nervous glance at the wand in her hand; he had seen one before with Merope but had not known at the time what it was. "I wanted to protect you from that world."

"Is that how you'd help me...Well don't help me any more dad, your dead to me!"

"Anya No! Please!"

She raised the wand at shot two killing curses at her grandparents. They fell to the ground with a small thud. Her brother didn't even blink in their direction but merely watched his sister with curiosity.

"Anya..." her father whispered looking down at his deceased parents. There was resignation in his eyes, he knew what was to happen all he wanted was to tell his daughter and his son..."I'm sorry"

"So am I." She whispered back, a tear escaping her eye. "Avada Kedavra." The last thought to go through Tom Riddle's mind was so small but yet so important. Let the father die, let the monster rise.

Anya sat down in the chair, and gazed into the flames, the wand hanging limply in her hand and tears streaming down her face. She noticed that Tom left the room and he didn't return for some while. When he did he clasped her arm and they apparated away without a word.

Let the monster rise.