Miya: I hope not to disappoint you later Thank you for the encouragement!

angel: That's really nice of you I sure will!

missfairy88: Well I hope you do give this story a shot. It's my first fanfic so it might not be the best but I'll definitely try my best

Guest: Thank you for pointing out those flaws! But I would say that I meant Dippet to be reading about WWI not WWII. The daily Prophet was supposedly writing about the aftermath of the First World War

Secondly, you're right aviation was not highly militarized back in WW! Though they did have Zeppelins and the Riddles being rich kind of left them at a tendency to be slightly extravagant. But you're right that was too farfetched of me.

Orphaned No More:

Mary was certain she was not happy with the little display in the garden she saw from Tom's window. She had made her way to her son's room on the second floor soon as she reached home and was hoping that embracing her child would soothe her anger about the recent developments but he was not in his room.

His window with the garden's view was open inviting all sorts of insects into his room; she went to close it only to find her son and that 'disgusting tramp' standing too close for her liking, in a heated conversation.

Heated as in both of their faces could be seen blushing fiercely from the window.

She immediately raced to the stairs and shouted:

"Jennifer! Fetch Tom this instant!"

It was not until she heard a "Yes Ma'am!" from the blonde that she released a breath she did not know she was holding.

Her eyes made it to his bed's side table and found her copy of "Widowing my Beloved" placed there.

Any doubts about her theory about Tom's lie were now vanquished.

Quite a few minutes later her boy came looking for her and made his way upstairs to find her in his room.

"Mother! Welcome home!" he said with a genuine warmness in his tone as he came in for a tight hug.

She blinked, this was not right. She would not unleash her wrath on him today. He seemed so happy to see her. Merope bashing would have to wait for later then. She hugged him back genuinely, mustering the sweetest smile she could imagine.

"Tommy, I've missed you my dear boy." She cooed.

He smiled at her and pulled back from the embrace, saying: "What made you decide to come back in a week? You talked about staying a month owing to Aunt Martha's condition"

She imagined herself nudging her head towards the garden and saying 'Your little tramp and her two piglets made me decide so' but then she berated herself mentally for being tactless and proceeded with replying:

"Your father was concerned I would catch poor Martha's ailment and would do her more grief than help that way" She managed a perfect display of a concerned sister and an obedient wife. She decided to treat herself to a nice freshly baked batch of creamed scones for her acting talents later.

Tom nodded understandingly.

"Though I couldn't help but notice that (the tramp was all over you just now) you've been reading 'Widowing my Beloved' how did you find the plot? Quite a smashing coincidence it is to our new guests is it not?" Tom noticed a flash of pure unbridled anger pass her face as she said 'Guests'. His mother scared him at times.

Then it occurred to him that she had seen through his ruse and was most likely setting up a ruse of her own. His shoulders visibly sagged but he was his mother's son and thankfully he did not take after his father's wits. He was not gullible.

He managed a perfect look of astonishment and exclaimed as he stamped his right palm with his left fist: "Isn't it though? I was quite astonished myself! I almost broke down laughing at the coincidence when I asked the unfortunate woman to move in here. Naturally the grave situation called for a tamer response."

Mary Riddle's brain might just have done a standing ovation for her son's acting prowess, If, it was not so occupied holding down the dam that blocked her anger from raising hell in her only child's room.

"Clearly" She nearly spat "Well more on that later. I haven't even said hello to your father yet, I came straight to my darling boy. I'm going to have to excuse myself Tommy" She said with a genuine pout.

"I'll walk you to his study" He offered her his arm with a charming smile set in place.

"How could I say no to such a dashing young man?" she said as she linked her arm with his. Anything to keep him occupied enough to not socialize with unwanted house guests.

They made their way to Thomas Riddle's study room to find him asleep amidst his books and Jenny standing there with a tray of tea and biscuits, obediently waiting for him to awaken, her arm seemed to be getting strained.

"Silly girl, Place the tray by the shelf and excuse yourself, you need not strain yourself" Said Mary semi-strictly.

Jenny nodded with a sheepish smile and placed the tray on the shelf. She then excused herself to go out to get some air only to run into Merope right outside Raoul's new room.

"Unforgivable" she thought as she marched up to the black haired woman. She had finally decided to confront Merope.

"You have SOME nerve!" she nearly shouted at her.

Merope flinched. She pleadingly looked at the blonde and replied shakily:

"Jenny, I do not understand. What have I done to upset you please tell me?"

Jenny's eyebrows went up with outrage and she could barely restrain her hand from slapping her former friend.

Merope raised her hands to her chest placating the situation and said: "If you do not tell me what is wrong, how will I ever even begin trying to fix it?"

Jenny took a deep breath to calm her nerves. The blonde was not used to being angry on such a high level.

"How about we start with how you are two timing with my fiancé and the son of the master of the house that sheltered you?" She said while angrily looking right into the frail woman's eyes.

Merope felt an invisible punch in her gut. Her heart hurt so much after hearing that. She wanted to cry and to let out her disagreement to the matter.

The years of indoctrinated silence in response to unfair treatment froze her. Her father and brother had messed her mind up in more ways than one could imagine.

All that happened was that tears made their way down her eyes uncontrollably.

"No, I..." Merope tried to speak but was interrupted by a male's voice.

"How could you Jenny? How could you say such things and reach such conclusions? You just accused her of lewd behavior and by extension accused me of cheating on you. Do you not trust my sincerity?" Raoul spoke in a shaky tone catching the attention of both the women present as he made his way out of his room.

Apparently he had heard commotion outside and made it out just in time to hear Jenny's statement.

Jenny felt mortified. She could not decide what was more humiliating. That she could have been terribly wrong or that her beloved was defending another woman against her when she thought herself to be in the right.

"NO!" Merope could not imagine standing around while the two got hurt. They had saved her and because of her this was happening to them.

"No…Nothing is happening between me and Raoul, Jenny. He is like a brother to me and you like the first friend I ever made. Please believe me" She pleaded with tears in her eyes.

Jenny was conflicted. She wanted to hate Merope. She wanted to be angry at Raoul. All she had to convince herself and satisfy herself was trust.

"I think she needs to know" Raoul said weakly making bile rise to her throat.

"Tell me what? That you love her and…" Raoul interrupted her by grabbing her wrists and taking her into his room nodding at Merope towards the room to follow.

Merope looked frightfully at him and noted his need to tell her. She wished to God for this to not fail miserably.

"Let me go you lying cheating chauvinistic pig!" Jenny screamed between breaths as Raoul brought her into the room.

Merope closed the door behind her as she went in with them.

Raoul released Jenny's wrist and brought out his wand from a shelf.

The witch realized what his intention was and before he could proceed she brought out her own wand and pointed it at him.

"Stop right there Raoul! I will not let you destroy your relationship for my sake!" Merope looked almost intimidating.

Jenny looked between the two of them and did not understand a smidge of what was happening, until realization struck her and she fell to the ground clutching her head.

"You are one of THEM" she concluded before spreading her palms on the floor as if searching for support to keep herself straight.

Pain struck Raoul's eyes and utter confusion muddled Merope's.

Raoul waved his wand and a badge materialized from thin air and levitated its way to Merope's hand.

She reached out for it and read out loud:

"UNSPEAKABLE RAOUL
DOM"

Clearly she had been lied to.

….

I hope the story is up to the liking of all or most of those who read it :/

And a warm Eid Mubarak to all Muslims all around the world