Narrator's POV

The beginning of Sixth Year was boring, but during the Yule Break —that they were spending in the orphanage since the school was making repairs— Tom received a letter from Silverchain that informed him that his uncle planned to take out a large loan and by doing that he would destroy the family's credit.

Angered at that, he grabbed his wand, Harry's wand, and Harry and apparted them to Little Hangleton.

***

Once their, his questioned his uncle without letting their identities slip.

Morfin Gaunt, raised his knife and shouted, "Dishonoured us, she did, that little slut! And who're you, coming here and asking questions about all that? It's over."

Tom and Harry stared at this mad man before then, who was so inbred that he couldn't even speak Parseltongue.

Tom glanced around the filthy house and felt disgust as he realised that this was all that remained of the great line of Salazar Slytherin, reduced to nothing but inbreeding and madness —how could he possibly be related?

"I said who're are you?" Morfin shouted again, falling onto the floor, "Answer me or I'll cut that pretty face of yours right up! His too!"

"I wouldn't do that." Tom threatened, kicking Morfin's knife out of his hand but letting him keep his wand since he'd always liked a challenge, "If you want to fight me, don't use something that filthy Muggles do."

Morfin squinted at him for a moment and picked up his wand, he chose to remain on the floor.

"You look mighty like that Muggle, but you ain't think like him." Morfin said, tapping his head with a finger, "Who are you?"

Tom couldn't believe that Morfin hadn't figured it out yet: the reason that he and Harry were here, the reason he could speak Parseltongue, but then before he knew it, the man grinned.

"Ahh, I know," Morfin wheezed, pointing at Tom, "I know who you are! I know what you are! You're their bastard! You're my blood-traitorous sister's bastard son! Filthy half-blood! That's what you are! How dare you step foot in my house! I should 'ave known before...you've been to Riddle's house ain't you? And when he didn't want ya, you come over here didn't you? Of course he didn't want you! Who would want you? You think after all these years, when he left my dirty sister that he's gonna want to see you? You're wrong!" He then pointed to Harry, "I dunna know who you are, but I bet you're a filthy half-blood too!"

"QUIET!" Tom shouted

But Morfin continued, "I ought to ave' gone and twisted her head off with my bare hands, after she defiled our name like that! Cos then Riddle goes n' returns to his big Muggle house over the hill where he forgot about her and lives like a king! N' while me and my father are rotting in Azkaban, my bleeding sister goes and takes our Slytherin locket, our family heirloom, and sells it off just so she can support her bastard child and I bet she got what she wanted, cos you look exactly like-"

"STUPEFY!" Tom cast, hysterical at the man

Tom stood there, his chest heaving as he pocketed away his own wand and took Morfin's.

Glancing at Morfin one last time, Tom turned and walked towards the door, "Lets go, love, we have much to do."

***

Harry followed Tom to the large house on top of the hill and he knew what Tom wanted: it was revenge, he was thirsty for revenge.

Tom closed the door quietly behind them, whispering, "Lumos" as they wandered around the corridors eventually turning a corner, they finally discovered a stair case and climbed it, their hearts were racing when they heard the sound of voices from the next floor.

"Of course, dear." A woman said, "The war is a ghastly thing to be happening, but you have to understand that Britain is going to suffer regardless...we're going to suffer."

"Money, mother." A man said, "We can't afford to lose more of it, that's why I'm suggesting we sell off half our ownership of Little Hangleton and concentrate it on the family instead. The future must be considered...you and father are getting older and I am unwed with no heir."

To this, Tom stormed into the room with his wand raised, pulling Harry along with him.

Everyone before them, an old couple in their sixties and a younger man in his late thirties stood up quickly, their faces covered in shocked as they witnessed this boy who looked exactly like their son along with another feminine-looking-boy.

"T-Tom." The old lady, named Mary Riddle, asked as she looked between the man and Tom, "I-I don't understand...h-he looks...e-exactly the same. Identical almost...but younger...T-Tom?"

"He's not my son!" Tom Riddle Senior shouted, pointing a finger at Tom, "H-he's not my son! I t-told you! I had no idea what I was doing when it happened!"

"What do you mean?" The old man, named Thomas Riddle, asked him, "All you said was that you married some tramp! You never mentioned that she had your bastard child and now it's come back to haunt you with some tramp of its own!"

Tom Riddle Senior shook his head with his finger still pointed, "I was tricked! He is not my son!"

Tom's natural Legilimency crept into his father's mind, he saw the scene when his father abandoned the heavily pregnant Merope in the grimy streets of London while Tom Riddle Senior returned to a life of luxury.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Tom shouted pointing his wand at his father who died instantly while Mary screamed

Harry took the wand from Tom and pointed Morfin's wand to the couple cowering in the corner, "Avada Kedavra."

Once the Muggles were all dead, Tom grinned wickedly at his father's corpse, "Why so shocked, dad? Still surprised to see me?"

***

Tom then led Harry back to the Gaunt Shack where they found Morfin as they had left him.

"You!" Morfin roared, as Tom walked over to him

"Don't you breathe another word!" Tom ordered, pointing Morfin's own wand at the owner, "Understand?"

Morfin stared at him, suddenly laughing, "You killed em' did you? You killed them Riddles! I can see it in your faces!"

"Don't mock us." Tom threatened, his eyes flashing red, "You laugh one more time and I'll kill you right now."

Morfin shook his head, so Tom continued, "I will and I don't care if you're the last pureblood of this family, I'll do it and leave you to rot like the Gaunt name."

"You wouldn't." Morfin hyperventilated, "N-Not me, I'm the last of them...you can't kill me."

"Why not?" Tom mockingly asked, "You said it yourself, that it was 'over'."

"Please." Morfin begged, "Please, don't kill me...I've lost me father and...sister. I'll do anything for you, please."

"Alright then." Tom said, shoving him, "I'll spare you your life, as you prove useful."

Harry was shocked: didn't Tom want revenge?

"Thank you." Morfin thanked, sinking to his knees, "Thank you...I'll do anything for you...you see I just got out of Azkaban for hurtin' some Muggles in the town n' I lost my father there and all I've got is this old shack and it's like home."

Tom listened to Morfin's rant, but it wasn't to justify his decision, but rather he was interested in it for another reason: Morfin had been send to Azkaban for assaulting Muggles in the town, and Silverchain had informed him that Morfin had a history of aggression towards them.

This meant that anything magically done against a Muggle in Little Hangleton could be possibly linked back to him, so that he was made accountable.

After all, out of a crazy Muggle hating offender against two school boys with perfect records, who was the Ministry going to believe?

It was too good to ignore, plus with the use of Morfin's wand as a weapon...it was going to be a perfectly framed crime.

"Sit down." Tom ordered Morfin, but Harry was still confused

"I'll do whatever you want: anything." Morfin promised, sitting

"Shut up and stay still." Tom ordered, pulling out his own wand and pressing the tip against Morfin's head

"Falso accounto." Tom cast, and Harry suddenly realized what Tom's plan was, "You, Morfin Gaunt."

"I, Morfin Gaunt," Morfin repeated

"...have gone over to the house of the Riddles' and snuck in through the servant's quarters..."

"...I have gone over to the house of the Riddles' and snuck in through the servant's quarters..."

Tom continued, "...went to the Riddle's sitting room where they were all talking..."

"...I went to the Riddle's sitting room where they were all talking..." Morfin echoed

"...then strode in and killed them one by one. Tom Riddle first, then his father and mother..."

"...then I strode in and killed them one by one. Tom Riddle first, then his father and mother..."

"...because you've always hated them and wanted to see them suffer. They are stupid Muggles and you thought it was easy. You found it fun killing them like that and you're proud that you killed them."

Morfin nodded, "...because I've always hated them and I wanted to see them suffer. They are stupid Muggles and I thought it was easy. I found it fun killing them like that and I'm proud that I killed them."

"Good." Tom said, removing his wand from Morfin's head

Now, neither Harry nor himself was no longer the culprit, since Morfin would happily admit that he'd done it.

"What did you do today, Morfin?" Harry questioned, now understating completely what Tom's plan was

Morfin jumped to his feet, turned to face Harry, his eyes crazy while he grinned, "I killed some Muggles!"

Harry smiled mockingly, "Really? Who, Morfin? Who did you kill?"

"The Riddles. I killed them in their house. I was very sneaky, I went through the Servant's quarters and then I cornered them in their sitting room and shot them down!" Morfin exclaimed

"Good." Harry praised, taking Morfin's wand from Tom and giving it to the man, "This is for you."

"A wand!" Morfin happily said, taking it from Harry

"Not any wand, it's your wand...you dropped it outside, so we're here to return it to you." Harry seamlessly lied

"Oh great, thank you!" Morfin thanked, "What can I give you in return?"

Harry looked around the decaying room, suddenly noticing a black and gold ring on Morfin's finger, "I'll take your ring."

"Do you like it?" Morfin asked, handing Harry his ring, "It's pretty isn't it?"

"It looks hell of a lot better on you," Morfin complimented, as Harry put it on

Both Tom and Harry laughed as they headed for the door, Tom's arm wrapped around Harry's waist.

"Sorry, misters, but what's your names?" Morfin asked

Tom reached for the door, pulled it open, and looked back with a smirk, "Voldemort and Tenebris."

***

Once back in the Orphanage, Harry sat on his springy bed with Morfin's Ring and Tom's Diary —which was already Tom's Horcrux— in front of him, "Celare animam meam." Harry cast, using Tom's grandparents' deaths to make the items Horcruxes

Harry put the diary back under Tom's ratty pillow and handed Tom the ring.

"Celare animam meam." Tom cast, using his father's death to make the ring a Horcrux

Harry expected Tom to hide the ring in his trunk, with the diary, or among his other trophies in the wardrobe, but he did not expect Tom to slide it on Harry's ring finger with a gentle kiss.

"The only person I have and need is you, love." Tom whispered, kissing Harry again..