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Extra: Chapter 7.5 - Third Person
It was the summer after Tom Marvolo Riddle's sixth year.
After Evelyn Gnarle's tragic death, Tom felt more irritable than usual. He was upset, and angry, and spiteful, and irritable, and more manipulative than ever before. He was upset by Evelyn's not being there with him anymore. He was angry at her for being weak and leaving him - just like his weak mother. He was angry at that stupid Mudblood boy who had concocted an idiotic potion that poisoned his Evelyn. And he was just always in a foul mood - not that most people could tell.
But more than anything, he missed Evelyn.
With all his anger and anguish, he continued to immerse himself more in the Dark Arts. Earlier that school year, he had asked Professor Slughorn about Horcruxes, and of course the Professor couldn't deny his favourite student.
But today, Tom had taken up on Evelyn's suggestion from the day she died. Tom, after months of searching and finding Evelyn's house, was going to visit his son, Vincent Tom Gnarle. He wasn't particularly fond of children, but since this child was part Evelyn, he was willing to give this 'Vincent' a chance.
Tom opened the gate and walked up to the front door of the house. He knocked three times and waited. Soon enough, an older woman who was definitely Evelyn's mother answered the door.
"Can I help you?" the woman asked.
"Good evening, Ma'am. Are you by any chance Evelyn Gnarle's mother?" Tom greeted smoothly, one of his typical manipulative, charming smiles upon his lips.
"Yes…? Who's asking?" the woman, Evelyn's mother, asked with suspicion.
"My name is Tom Riddle, Ma'am. I am the father of Evelyn's child, and I have come to pay my son, Vincent, a visit. I would've visited sooner, Ma'am, but I only gained knowledge of Vincent earlier this school year and I couldn't leave in the midst of the school year. I also had a little trouble finding where Vincent lived so," Tom explained politely.
Evelyn's mother eyed Tom before letting him in. "I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Riddle, from my daughter."
"Really? Bad or good?" Tom so far was very charming in the eyes of Evelyn's mom. And Tom knew it, seeing past the facade.
"All good, I assure you. So you're the boy my daughter named her child after. Hm. This way," Evelyn's mom lead Tom upstairs.
Fortunately, Evelyn wasn't home. Unbeknownst to Tom, Evelyn was, in fact, alive and well. She had lost her memory and was slowly regaining it. But her mother had decided that she would be dead to the rest of the world and would start over with a name change and a school transfer. Ergo, Tom is under the impression that Evelyn is dead and Vincent is the last bit of Evelyn that he has available.
Tom entered the room of Vincent Tom Gnarle, Evelyn's mother staying by the door. Tom walked over to the crib, peering in. He saw a little baby, with dark fuzz on his head and chubby limbs and tiny hands. The baby was of average size for a one-year-old.
Tom was about to leave when the little human opened his eyes. He had dark eyes, like his father. Little Vincent looked as if he were going to cry for a moment, but as he continued to stare into his father's eyes, his face broke into a smile. Vincent reached up at Tom with his short little baby arms, wanting some affection from his father, smiling and giggling. Vincent smiled like a typical baby, making any one who saw want to just love them. Any one normal that is.
And by no means was Tom Marvolo Riddle a 'normal' person.
Anyone could tell that there was definitely a connection between father and son here. Vincent clearly took an instant liking to his father. Anyone could also tell that Vincent clearly had Evelyn's personality - sweet, gentle, friendly, the list goes on.
But Tom is by no means just 'anyone'.
In fact, Tom could see the similarities between Vincent and Evelyn. But that only made Tom more angry, and it made Tom miss Evelyn even more. Tom realized that a child of Evelyn's wouldn't be enough for him, he needed the real Evelyn and he would not settle for anything less.
Tom turned his back on his son. He then pulled his wand out and pointed it at Evelyn's mother.
"The bloody hell are you doing?" Evelyn's mother asked indignantly.
"After all this time, I meet Eve's dear blood traitor mother. So you're the type of woman to have a child with a filthy Muggle," Tom narrowed his eyes. He then cursed Evelyn's mother, a bright green light shot out of Tom's wand, hitting Evelyn's mother square in the chest. The older woman screamed in agony.
When Tom was finished, he left the woman laying in the doorway to Vincent's room. Tom turned back, looking one last time at his son, Vincent. Vincent had gotten up, and stood with his hands supporting him on his crib railings. He peered through the railings at his father, who had just hurt his grandmother. Vincent stared blankly, and then giggled innocently, reaching through the crib railings for his father.
"…Goodbye, Vincent Tom Gnarle. Your mother loved you," Tom looked coldly at his son, before turning and stepping over the body of Evelyn's mother. "By the way Ms. Gnarle, if you tell anyone of my visit, or that Vincent is my son, you will die a very painful death on the spot as will anyone who overhears," Tom said smugly, smiling that typical cunning - but charming - smile of his.
And with that, Tom left.
Hey, at least Tom even bothered to visit his son. That's more than anyone should reasonably expect from Tom Marvolo Riddle who will be known as the dark wizard Lord Voldemort in the future.