Title: No One Would Ever Suspect
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Merope Gaunt, Thomas Riddle (Tom Sr. Father)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 290
Summary: AU. Merope won't let anyone stand in her way.
Notes:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Two Week Drabbles Wars - International Woman's Day: Task Prompt - Write your character committing/preventing a murder. : Dialogue Prompt - "I'm going to make real sandwiches. Big ones that a man can sink his teeth into." - Mermaids

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Hankerton Humble - Bronze - Prompts Used - Humble, Church, Meek, Polite

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: [Writing Club!] The Word Prompt Express - Prompt Used - 62. Being

200 Characters in 200 Days: 155. Thomas Riddle

Merope was a humble, meek, and polite girl. Her father and brother's lessons assured that. Still, she wasn't one to let anyone stand in her way from getting what she wanted. Or who she wanted.

So, she waited for Sunday. Church day. Thomas Riddle was a being of a habit.

Merope knew her beloved Tom and his mother would spend Sunday afternoon together out of the house and Thomas Riddle, the arrogant father of her beloved would be home alone until dinner time.

And she crept into the Riddle home, listening to Thomas as he made himself lunch. "I'm going to make real sandwiches. Big ones that a man can sink his teeth into."

She rolled her eyes. The man was absolutely unbelievable. He really believed he was the best thing in the world. She was doing the world a favor.

She didn't have enough magic to do it the witchy way, so she took the knife she brought with her out of her pocket and without Thomas Riddle even noticing another person's presence, she slit his throat from behind, putting her muscle into it so there was no chance of him living.

She smirked as he fell to the ground, his eyes wide as he stared unblinkingly at her. "This is because you tried to keep Tom away from me. Soon, your precious son will be mine, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Without a glance at his prostrate form, she left the house, hiding the knife in her clothes. Now all she had to do was get rid of the weapon.

No one would ever suspect poor, beaten, little Merope Gaunt of such a heinous crime. And now to get Tom where he belonged. With Her