This story is about Tom Riddle's grandfather, Marvolo Riddle. This story goes with several of my other ones. Please Read/Review
The Truth is Buried
Introduction
I looked at my beautiful wife, so full of love and life, clutching the tiny bundle in her arms with more joy then I've ever seen. The bundle moved, and with it came a soft moan from the child inside of it. My new born daughter stretched as she awoke and my wife kissed her forehead. It was then that I made my decision. Never was my daughter to know. Never.
"Lynn." I whispered. My wife turned my way.
"Yes love."
"I'll stop."
"Stop what dear?"
"Going to the rituals." Her eyes widen with surprise, her face lighting up instantly.
"Do you really mean it Marvolo? You'll really stop going?" I nodded. She smiled, then instantly looked down to the floor.
"What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy."
"I am Marvolo, really it's just…" She hesitated.
"Just what?"
"Your Mother. Won't she be upset? Especially after Jacob's death." I winced at the sound of my late brother's name. "You and our little Elizabeth will be the last of your family's line."
"I know that."
"You don't want to follow in your family's footsteps?"
"No Lynn." I said perhaps too harshly. She looked down, hurt. "I'm sorry my love. Perhaps you are right, I might have wanted to follow the family history at one time,but I look at Elizabeth and I know that deep down, I can't. Not any more. For her sake." Lynn nodded.
"I am very happy Marvolo. But I wonder, what will your mother say?" I shook my head fearfully.
"I don't know Lynn, I don't know."
You're not really suppose to understand it. The next chapter will make things much more clear.
