A/N: this is a short chapter but every little bit counts.
Disclaimer: Not mine. J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter.
The Daily ProphetThe Awesome Four!
What Really Happened?
The Riddle siblings were all top of Hogwarts, smart, exceptionally gifted and were all unnervingly beautiful. But what happened? After a prophecy was reportedly made about the four, things went downhill fast. The oldest sibling (Marvolo, 21) was reported missing. Three months later Marvolo was found living in a muggle city of West London, married. After abandoning his family, Marvolo left his younger brother Tom (18) to fend for himself and his younger sisters. Three weeks past and then tragedy struck again. A storm struck Hogwarts. The youngest siblings (the twins) were outside when struck by lightning. No remains have been found and there is no trace of the twins, Laura and Claudia. Students say there was flashes of light and some say they saw people grab the two third year students. The witnesses then say there was another flash of light and then nothing. The wizarding world was at a loss. Tom Riddles father and grandparents showed no interest in the young boy. Riddles mother had passed away due to heartbreak when Riddles father left her for another woman. His uncle and grandfather on his mothers' side died within two months of the twins' death. Marvolo Gaunt (grandfather) died in his home one week from being freed from Azkaban after serving twenty years for manslaughter. Morfin Gaunt (uncle) died after Aurors attacked his home for reasons yet to be released. Morfin Gaunt left behind a wife and two thirteen year old children. They now live with relatives in an unknown location. Riddle Senior, his wife and their son was found dead in their New Hanglington mansion after authorities were notified by a witness saying she saw flashes of green. Yesterday Tom Riddle was reported missing for four days. Our hearts go out to the once great Gaunt-Riddle family.
Rita SkeeterReporter for the Daily Prophet
Albus Dumbledore sighed and laid the paper down. There was no twinkle in his eyes, no crooked smile but only a downcast expression that held no comfort at all. "So it has begun." Professor McGonagall was wearily pacing in front of his desk. "Albus can't you do anything?" Looking over his dearest friend he sighed, "No Minerva. There isn't a thing a can do."
