The Evolution of Evil
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Harry Potter series written by the fabulous J.K. Rowling. I do not make any money from my fanfics. It is just for a bit of fun.
Warnings: This will turn out to be a slash fanfic, meaning there will be male/male pairings. Along the way there also will be Dumbledore bashing. I have decided the pairings but it will be a surprise.
Summary: "Hissy, hissy, little snakey...Slither on the floor, you be good to Morfin or he'll nail you to the door." Every story has an ending...but what of the beginning? Let me take you back before Harry Potter, Before the Prophecy and before the rein of Lord Voldermort and his death eaters.
A sharp pain filled cry escaped Astoria, the strongest yet from the soon-to-be-mother, Marvolo watched in concern his fingers clenching and unclenching as his wife cried out into the night. Somewhere outside, thunder sounded. The snow continued to fall rapidly and all Marvolo could think was that it was so wet. Wet cheeks, wet clothes, dark red wet on the sheets as the birthing process began; panic filled him to the brim as a thought crossed his mind.
There's too much blood.
Looking towards the healer; his ugly brown eyes narrowing he snaps out angrily.
"What are you doing? My wife is bleeding too much and all you can do is stand there! DO SOMETHING." He bellowed.
The healer snapped out of it and began hurrying around the room collecting things all the while Astoria was mumbling incoherently; grasping her husband's hand tightly.
Astoria screamed loudly one last time and fell gasping harshly in pain, her out-of-focus dull grey eyes met with Marvolo's ugly brown.
"PUSH!" screamed the healer. "For the love of Merlin...women push!"
Astoria did as she was told, she pushed with all her might, and she was breathing heavily. The healer on the other hand caught the newborn child.
The healer looked sickly pale at the babe and then looking up at Marvolo; stuttering out.
"W-what do I do?"
Marvolo looking angrily up at the healer he starts to hiss in parsletongue about incompetent healers, he takes his newborn child out of the healer's arms, snatches up the scissors; and cuts the already-shrivelling umbilical cord. It was a neat snip; the baby would have a normal belly-button.
A look between the legs revealed it was a girl and she opened her little mouth and issued a great squalling, healthy cry. After cleaning his daughter of all the blood and afterbirth Marvolo looks to his wife, Astoria looking at her husband weakly smiled slightly; let one last spasm of pain cross her face and then her head fell slack to the side. Her once stunning grey eyes now unseeing.
Dead..
Looking back up at the healer Marvolo hoarsely croaks out.
"Leave us."
Closing his eyes tightly his teeth grind against one another and his grip on his newborn child tightens making the babe let out a sharp cry. Breath hisses out of his parted mouth and he opens his ugly brown eyes, looking towards his Astoria's lifeless face.
"No,' he whispers in sorrow. "You can't leave me."
His heart was hammering against his rib cage in desperation; placing his child onto the bed he flicks out his wand and cries out.
"Vulnera Sanentur!"
Nothing happens. A sob escapes Marvolo's lips and he waves his wand over Astoria again.
"V-Vulnera S-Sanentur!"
Again nothing happens. Marvolo's boy begins to shake in suppressed sobs.
"VULNERA SANENTUR!" He screams out, but again nothing happens and Marvolo crumbles into himself loud heartbroken sobs escape his chapped lips.
That day something in Marvolo Gaunt snapped and he was never the same ever again.