A/N: A continuation of the flash back from chapter 1 (Thanks a bunch for the reviews!) Sorry I haven't been able to update for so long, fanfiction was down for a bit and I've gone back to school from holidays.

Plus, Don't know how often I'll be able to update as I'm back at school, so hopefully soon enough!

I read a profile on the Gaunt Family on (that site is so good) and apparently they're all inbred, which is a tad disturbing but kind of explains their craziness… anyhoo, moving on:

2. Of Riddles And Puzzles

Tom Riddle made his way back from work. To say that he was handsome was a complete understatement. The word 'handsome' couldn't even sum everything up. No, the Tom Riddle of Little Hangleton was to say at least the definition of near perfection. With his dark hair, dark eyes, and tall stature his physical appearance left little else to be desired. There was a certain aura about him, a quiet mystique that made the girls of Little Hangleton swoon.

He was riding home from work; the sky was tinged with orange, a silent reflection of the dying sun. Little Hangleton had been his home since childhood. His father and mother were in aristocracy in comparison to the sad dipiladated homes that bore the stretch of road on his way home. The most being a stone cottage belonging to an outcast family with two children; a girl and a boy who were oft heard making strange hissing noises. Their tales and rumours were often told in the old village pub.

Tom Riddle rode on and on until the stretch of rode bent and took him towards his Manor. This manor was of course, the best in the town with its gleaming oak doors, and massive windows upon the elegance of the whole picture perfect mansion.

Morfin's heart rate increased with every step towards the muggle. He deserved what was coming. He had somehow ensnared Merope by his looks and charm. No he had to do something about it, no pureblood descendant of the Great Salazar Slytherin was going to run off with a fraudulent muggle. The result would be Mudbloods and that was something simply unforgivable.

"Had a good day today muggle?" Morfin hissed at Riddle.

"Wha-?" Came the stuttered reply, "Who are you?"

"Someone you don't want to cross paths with" Morfin spat, taking out his wand. "You're getting what you deserve, imagine: a filth filled muggle with Slytherin's heir, the shame it would hold."

It was Riddle's turn to get angry. This scraggly man, with matted hair, and crazed eyes ranting and raving on about something that made no sense.

"Listen, I don't know who you are or what you're even on about, so I suggest you get out of my face before I call the police."

"Perhaps Merope won't be so in love with you after I fix your face"

"..Merope? It's Cecilia who's in love with me!"

There was no reply this time, just an incantation roared into the night.

"FURNUNCULUS!"


As the spell hit Riddle, furious red hives swelled up on his face. And his yells were heard even over Morfin's sardonic laughter.

And as Morfin vanished from the manor, leaving the now extremely unpleasant Tom Riddle, he had to wonder: who was Cecilia? And if this was true, then there was no way in hell the Muggle would want Merope.

"And that's what happened to your dear beloved muggle", concluded Morfin in a menacing tone.

Merope couldn't respond, she was in a state of distress.

Merope continued to stare gloomily at the grubby wall. Thoughts were whirling inside her head.

Morfin however, did not mention Cecilia to Merope, having a rather unspoken affection towards her decided to leave the subject at that, at least for the moment. Muggle torment always put Morfin into a good mood.

"Won't the ministry find out?" whispered Merope, her head finally snapping down towards Earth.

"What?", hissed Morfin.

"Yeah, the ministry can detect magic in muggle secluded areas", Merope exclaimed hope arising in her, that her beloved Tom Riddle would not be permanently damaged. "What if they come and fine you?"

"Then let those muggle-lovers come", spat Morfin his exuberance quickly ebbing away, "then they can see what a good job of it I actually did on that Muggle fool".

"Father won't be happy"

"Is he ever happy? We have to ask that question"

"It's because we're poor"

Morfin quickly lost his temper.

"It's because you're a squib! And that muggle you're lusting after, he already has someone! That's saying something since the Descendent of Slytherin is even rejected by a mere foolish muggle!"

Merope stared at Morfin, speechless.

"What are you two bickering about?" came a voice, and both Morfin and Merope jumped. "And you, you useless squib, have you finished cooking yet?"

"Nearly", Merope muttered, dejectedly, her heart breaking and shattering into pieces just like the oats in the pan that were slowly but surely disintegrated into nothing.

"NEARLY? USELESS FILTH" screeched Marvolo. "PATHETIC SQUIB, GOOD FOR NOTHING-", but his words were cut out underneath Merope's yells as he yanked on her hair.

Merope stumbled onto the ground as Marvolo hit her across the face.

Eyes welling with tears she defeatedly went back to the stove.

"I see someone outside", hissed Marvolo whilst peering crooked back outside the grimy window. It was actually saying something that he could actually distinguish anything through the dust-covered filth that covered the glass. "Morfin, go see what it is and quickly!" he shouted waving his hands about maniacally.

A/N: Well that's it for part 2… Hope it's okay… Next: What happens after that Bob Ogden fellow visits the Gaunt's from the ministry. Since Morfin did commit a spot of muggle torment! Reviews are cherished.. I hope the chapter's okay!