Voldermort – The untold Truth



Chapter 1 – The beginning



The tears streamed down her face as she looked at him in her arms. Lorna Riddle smiled looking at the great achievement she had made – she and Tom. Their life would be secure now and Tom will never know her secret.

Oh, how she wanted to tell him all those years… Tell him that she was special, not like the rest of them, muggles. She was special because she developed a skill muggles only wished to have. But it seems that after all of those years the thought of losing it...

She could not bear to find out that she would lose everything. The thought made her shudder.

 Life will be different now, she reassured her self. For a moment, she seemed dauntless but something inside her bothered her. The truth will come out one day whether you like it or not… The voice said in her head.


Outside it looked rather gloomy, the mist fogged up the window and only colours of grey were still exposed. The light seemed dull –like. Lorna felt dismal as if the weather was sucking the bit of happiness she'd been trying to grasp.
Tom was not home yet either, and outside it darkened by the hour.

A hand touched her bosom; the soft innocent touch of the baby comforted her that the vexations left her mind. She looked tentatively at him. What will happen if he is not like me? Perhaps then Tom will never know… but if he has possessed my skills… She stopped. A cold shiver ran through her as she thought of the possible consequence from the result of her infant developing her magic skills; Tom might not approve. She knew he was an ordinary muggle, with a simple way of life, who did not like the sort of 'weirdness' around. Should it shock him that his son is a wizard, might cause great havoc, and upheaval. She was afraid to displease him, for he was the world to her, and getting him displeased would be horrific. And if he was displeased...Those dark thoughts kept lurking in the shadows of her mind as she pondered over them.

The night was  young...


Suddenly a knock sounded on the door of the little cottage. Lorna's heart began beating irrepressibly as the fear returned to her body. Her legs began to wobble slightly as she went to reach the door handle – maybe of weakness. Three more steps, two more steps, one more step and she would reach it...

The knocking returned. Lorna's fore head was sweaty as she reached the handle.

With a shaking grip, she opened it.


*

The lark has sung...

His voice was soothing and loving. The touch of his lips on hers was comforting that she did not want to let that warmness escape her. As she looked at him, her worries subsided and her strength returned, more profoundly this time.

"I missed you," a tear formed in his eye- a tear of joy.

"Yes Tom, I know you have," She embraced him. "But you are back at last. I do not know how I lasted without you for eight months but the thought of your love was always with me," she whispered.

"Yes, my dear, always," He looked into her eyes. "You've been crying my dear," Tom said and the smile vanished from his face as lines of worry formed around his eyes.

"It has been too long, Tom," Lorna's voice was barely a whisper. "I never had the chance to tell you…" But her words were interrupted by the sudden outburst of crying.

"Lorna?" Tom looked at her with curiosity and bewilderment. He pushed her gently aside as he stepped forward towards the crying baby. At the sight of him, he froze. "This baby…" but he did not finish.

"Is ours," Lorna said quietly.



"What?" His voice sounded enraged. "How can… how can it be?"

"It's been a long time Tom," Lorna looked surprised at the question. "You've been away for eight months… and I never had the chance to tell you," She added quickly.

"You were pregnant all that time and I never knew about it?" The rage was forming in his face now.

"Please," Lorna said stepping forward a bit, "I couldn't tell you… I did not know where you were. You went to Europe in search of work, moving all the time that I… I never knew."

Tom looked relaxed for a brief moment, his eyes moving about the living room searching about around when his eyes came to a stop at the sight of a black-leathered book lying on the table.

* Her flesh was stung..



"What's this?" He eyed Lorna before taking the book in his hands. He opened it and saw an album of pictures in black and white of students; they were not normal students; they held brooms in their hands and wore black looking robes. "What is this?" He looked closer at the picture and saw the students blinking and smiling constantly and moving about.

Lorna did not have time to answer, for it all became evident to him.

"'Hogwarts School of Magic'", he read. There was silence except the baby's small whimpering noises. Slowly he turned back to Lorna who stood there shacking. His face was reddening by the minute. Slowly, struggling with the words, he said, "You are a…witch!"

Lorna started to cry. She was terrified of this; She was terrified of his expression and how he would react and he seemed like he would not take it well, and he didn't.

"I can't believe this," Tom said stunned. He could not bear to look her in the face; he was ashamed. He felt as if he has done a sin and that he has finally played with the devil. My own wife, a witch… he kept repeating that thought as coldness and rage took over his body.

"I couldn't… tell you," Lorna's crying became more intense that she could hardly breathe. This is the end, she thought.

"Why in Hell couldn't you? You were too ashamed?" He said with disgust.

"I…I didn't know… how you'll react," She managed to say. "I wanted…to tell… you but I was waiting... for the right…time." She started coughing.

"The RIGHT time?" He almost screamed with rage. He looked at the baby, horrified. "You thought I would never know, but this thing, it's not a human," tears were forming in his eyes. "Its something worst than Hell and you…" he looked at her now. "You are a DEVIL!" After he said those words, he burst into a derisive laughter.

* And yet the night stayed young...


Lorna collapsed to the floor crying beyond control.

"I can't believe I married a witch," he shook his head disbelievingly. "I will not raise that thing," he pointed at the baby who started crying again. "I am leaving," He walked in rage towards the door.

"But… but you can't leave," Lorna said holding on to his legs miserably clutching him, but he shook her off.

"I want NOTHING to do with you!" He said shacking but his face looked horrible. "Goodbye," he said as he burst outside. It started to rain down hard but he still stood there outside the door, unable to move.

"Please…please don't leave me!" She crawled her way towards him barely reaching him. "I cannot raise him alone," her voice sounded desperate.

"Don't you…touch me," he bellowed and his voice shook for a moment.  Now he looked bedraggled as the rain never ceased. "You… have made this happen," the tears formed in his eyes. "I will not be apart of that. Goodbye," and with that last word he left leaving Lorna sprawled in the pouring rain crying.