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Warning: There is death in this chapter.
Heartache of the Soul.
Chapter 2
The Consequence of Betrayal
Fifty-two years ago.
A slight wind swept through the village of Little Hangleton carrying a black crow slowly towards the manor over looking the village. It lazily watched as the lights turned on and the smells of dinner swirled through the air. It descended on the ledge of the upper drawing room window of the mansion as four people entered.
"Clarissa, tell the servants that they are dismissed. I want a quiet evening and I can't have that with you and the other servants pounding everywhere you go! I get such a dreadful headache because of it." The maid nodded her head as she turned to face them.
"Will there be anything else Mrs. Riddle?"
"No." turning towards the younger of the two men with her she said, "Tom, would you be so kind to push me closer to the fire, there is a draft in this room."
As movement caught the crow's eyes, it crocked its head slightly and looked under the swaying branches of the willow tree. It watched as the wind moved the branches to block the center of the tree then obscure the view. The next time the swaying branches retreated a young man stood at the center with dark hair and a black cloak.
The when the branches showed the center again it was empty as if the dark haired boy had never been. If the crow was surprised its only reach was a slight blink.
Tom aparated to one of the few covered areas in the gardens of the mansion. He thought it appropriate that the tree was a weeping willow for few others would shed tears this night.
He silently slipped into the shadows and crept passed hedges and a small shed. Placing his steps carefully so as not to make noise, Tom missed seeing the young man that was walking towards the shed until to late, the young gardener had spotted him sneaking around.
Fortunately the gardener tripped and looked away giving Tom just enough time to quickly step into the shadows cast by the mansion as the sun made its final farewell to the village in a spectacular display of red fire.
Tom found the entrance of the mansion behind counseling vines of ivy. It soon became apparent that the door was locked, but when had muggle technology ever bested magical infiltration spells.
"Alohomora!"
Quietly entering into the cavernous kitchen that was illuminated only by the embers of the dying cooking fires. He quickly left the kitchen entering into a hallway. Using shadows to move through the house.
Tom crept through the halls using a "Point Me" spell to find out where his father was. "Please." Part of his soul cried. "No, don't do this. There has to be another way."
Tom ignored the urge to leave. The voice had dimmed from the betrayal of Rubeus Hagrid. Lessening more as he betrayed one person after another.
After a few dead ends Tom found the room his father was in. He paused to listen in case there was someone in there with him in the room. His suspicion was confirmed when he heard a male voice on the other side of the door. Tom began move away from the door to wait for a time when his father was alone when the conversation on the other side of the door halted him mid step. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he realized who was on the other side.
"…Tom, dear pass the sugar." Said an old female voice. After a pause and some shuffling Tom heard something that he had never heard in his life.
The voice of his father.
"Here Mother."
"Now Tom," his grandmother said, "I've been looking into prospective wives for you. You need to have an heir."
"Yes son. You've put it off long enough."
"Now. There are Madam Elaine's two daughters…"
Tom stopped listening; his father and his grandparents were in the next room. All those who had betrayed him stood not twenty meters from him with only a wall between them. The ones who had left him in a muggle orphanage, who refused to acknowledge him at all. Those he had come to extract revenge on. Taking a deep breath and forcefully ignoring the dim voice begging him to stop, Tom pushed the door of the drawing room open.
"Hello, Father."
The three people in the room jerked around staring at the black haired teen in front of them.
"Grandfather. Grandmother." He said bowing to each in turn.
They all stared at him in horror, quivering under his heartless gaze.
"My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. I'm telling you because I know that you don't know it. Mother wanted me to be named after the Filth that deserted her when she told him what she was."
"T-t-t-tom?" His father sputtered, staring at Tom as though he were a ghost or the grim reaper. In a way that was exactly what he was, a ghost of the past and the one to collect his dues.
His grandmother having regained her composure glared at her grandson. "Get out of my house!"
Tom looked at her, a smirk forming on his lips. "I will leave…. Once I'm done.
"Grandfather, you seem unusually quiet." His grandfather glared at him refusing to speak.
"I've come to meet you before your deaths. For all who betray me will die, and you my dear family, have committed the ultimate betrayal. I was never an orphan but I was put in an orphanage, because you left me. Refused to even acknowledge my existence. Me! The heir of Slytherin!"
The muggles finally realized what the boy in black was implying. Terror flashed across their faces and their backs pressed against the chairs as they tried to move as far from him while still in the chairs.
"Goodbye. Adava Kedavra!"
A flash of green light illuminated the room. Once it had passed the three Riddles lay slumped in their chairs, dead.
Tom didn't know how long he stood there looking at them. He was pulled out of his revere by a small splash. Looking down he saw two small puddles near his feet. His hand reached up to feel his face and was surprised to find his cheeks wet.
Why was he crying?
He heard an anguished sob in his mind growing dimmer and the tears continued to fall.
The break in his soul grew.