Merope's boy
When Tom thought about his mother, he thought about her beauty, her elegance, her aristocratic grace. She was above all the rest. Even when he saw what he saw in the Gaunt’s shed, he remained resolute.
But then at the mansion, his father was handsome and horrible. Your mother was a succubus. Your mother was a filthy wicked little witch. . You are an abomination. You are dirt.
That ended things quickly.
That night he dreamt of Merope, who was beautiful and wise, soft and fragrant, a teller of long stories and baker of bread. Everything else was a lie.
But then at the mansion, his father was handsome and horrible. Your mother was a succubus. Your mother was a filthy wicked little witch. . You are an abomination. You are dirt.
That ended things quickly.
That night he dreamt of Merope, who was beautiful and wise, soft and fragrant, a teller of long stories and baker of bread. Everything else was a lie.