The day was turning colder by the minute, and the sky that was once blue, was now a cold, steely grey. Trees stood with limp branches and a light drizzle started to fall. Heavier now, lighter then, heavier now ... A large dark manor stood atop a hill that overlooked a small town. The morose manor outside was contradicting the happiness inside, for inside, a new baby was born, a baby by the name of Thomas or just simply Tom.
"What shall his middle name be, dear? He looks so extraordinarily like you. He has your black hair already and your brilliant green eyes," asked a beautiful woman of about twenty-four years old, "How about Marvolo? ... Tom Marvolo Riddle?"
"I'd be honored to have your lovely son named for me. He's as beautiful as you. I love you," and Tom Marvolo Riddle Sr. kissed Mercedes O'Hara Riddle gently on the lips.
Mercedes rocked baby Tom in her arms for what felt like seconds, but was actually hours. Slowly, he fell asleep and was carried to his cradle which was covered in powder blue flowers. He looked like a sleeping angel, but then again, he looked exactly like his father. There was something though, that Mercedes knew would be taken after her. She was positive, but she just couldn't tell Tom. He'd be furious ... but ... he must know. She thought to herself. Mercedes went to sleep that night with a guilty heart, but was awoken only a few hours later by the screaming of her baby boy.
Tom woke the next morning looking slightly ruffled but none-the-less happy. Apparantly, he only got as much sleep as baby Tom. The baby was obviously taking a toll on Mercedes; she looked terrible, like she hadn't gotten enough sleep.
She had decided that this would be the day to tell him about her 'unnaturalness' as he said.
"Tom, darling," she said as the spoon fed baby Tom some creamed carrots, "I have to tell you something-" she paused, he nodded to show he was listening, "I'm ... I'm a witch."
Tom dropped his spoon into his oatmeal, and his mouth hung wide open.
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"He didn't even say anything! He just up and left! Oh what am I going to do!? *cough cough* I can't handle a baby on my own! *cough cough* And I'm getting this terrible fever!" Mercedes cried to her friend over the phone.
This time, the beautiful weather outside the manor was contradicting that of the mood inside. Baby Tom was taken away from the house, and it was left in for people to stare at for years to come. No one knows what happened; all we know is that Mercedes O'Hara Riddle was found dead on the drawing room floor that evening.
