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Merope was so white Harry felt sure she was going to faint.
УWhatТs that?Ф said Gaunt sharply, also in Parseltongue, looking from his son to his daughter. УWhat did you say, Morfin?Ф
УShe likes looking at that Muggle,Ф said Morfin, a vicious expression on his face as he stared at his sister, who now looked terrified. УAlways in the garden when he passes, peering through the hedge at him, isnТt she? And last nightЧФ
Merope shook her head jerkily, imploringly, but Morfin went on ruthlessly, УHanging out of the window waiting for him to ride home, wasnТt she?Ф
УHanging out of the window to look at a Muggle?Ф said Gaunt quietly.
All three of the Gaunts seemed to have forgotten Ogden, who was looking both bewildered and irritated at this renewed outbreak of incomprehensible hissing and rasping.
УIs it true?Ф said Gaunt in a deadly voice, advancing a step or two toward the terrified girl. УMy daughterЧpure-blooded descendant of Salazar SlytherinЧhankering after a filthy, dirt-veined Muggle?Ф
Merope shook her head frantically, pressing herself into the wall, apparently unable to speak.
УBut I got him, Father!Ф cackled Morfin. УI got him as he went by and he didnТt look so pretty with hives all over him, did he, Merope?Ф
УYou disgusting little Squib, you filthy little blood traitor!Ф roared Gaunt, losing control, and his hands closed around his daughterТs throat.
Both Harry and Ogden yelled УNo!Ф at the same time; Ogden raised his wand and cried, УRelashio!Ф
Gaunt was thrown backward, away from his daughter; he tripped over a chair and fell flat on his back. With a roar of rage, Morfin leapt out of his chair and ran at Ogden, brandishing his bloody knife and firing hexes indiscriminately from his wand.
Ogden ran for his life. Dumbledore indicated that they ought to follow and Harry obeyed, MeropeТs screams echoing in his ears.
Ogden hurtled up the path and erupted onto the main lane, his arms over his head, where he collided with the glossy chestnut horse ridden by a very handsome, dark-haired young man. Both he and the pretty girl riding beside him on a gray horse roared with laughter at the sight of Ogden, who bounced off the horseТs flank and set off again, his frock coat flying, covered from head to foot in dust, running pell-mell up the lane.
УI think that will do, Harry,Ф said Dumbledore. He took Harry by the elbow and tugged. Next moment, they were both soaring weightlessly through darkness, until they landed squarely on their feet, back in DumbledoreТs now twilit office.
УWhat happened to the girl in the cottage?Ф said Harry at once, as Dumbledore lit extra lamps with a flick of his wand. УMerope, or whatever her name was?Ф
УOh, she survived,Ф said Dumbledore, reseating himself behind his desk and indicating that Harry should sit down too. УOgden Apparated back to the Ministry and returned with reinforcements within fifteen minutes. Morfin and his father attempted to fight, but both were overpowered, removed from the cottage, and subsequently convicted by the Wizengamot. Morfin, who already had a record of Muggle attacks, was sentenced to three years in Azkaban. Marvolo, who had injured several Ministry employees in addition to Ogden, received six months.Ф
УMarvolo?Ф Harry repeated wonderingly.
УThatТs right,Ф said Dumbledore, smiling in approval. УI am glad to see youТre keeping up.Ф
УThat old man wasЧ?Ф
УVoldemortТs grandfather, yes,Ф said Dumbledore. УMarvolo, his son, Morfin, and his daughter, Merope, were the last of the Gaunts, a very ancient Wizarding family noted for a vein of instability and violence that flourished through the generations due to their habit of marrying their own cousins. Lack of sense coupled with a great liking for grandeur meant that the family gold was squandered several generations before Marvolo was born. He, as you saw, was left in squalor and poverty, with a very nasty temper, a fantastic amount of arrogance and pride, and a couple of family heirlooms that he treasured just as much as his son, and rather more than his daughter.Ф
УSo Merope,Ф said Harry, leaning forward in his chair and staring at Dumbledore, Уso Merope wasЕ Sir, does that mean she wasЕ VoldemortТs mother?Ф
УIt does,Ф said Dumbledore. УAnd it so happens that we also had a glimpse of VoldemortТs father. I wonder whether you noticed?Ф
УThe Muggle Morfin attacked? The man on the horse?Ф
УVery good indeed,Ф said Dumbledore, beaming. УYes, that was Tom Riddle senior, the handsome Muggle who used to go riding past the Gaunt cottage and for whom Merope Gaunt cherished a secret, burning passion.Ф
УAnd they ended up married?Ф Harry said in disbelief, unable to imagine two people less likely to fall in love.
УI think you are forgetting,Ф said Dumbledore, Уthat Merope was a witch. I do not believe that her magical powers appeared to their best advantage when she was being terrorized by her father. Once Marvolo and Morfin were safely in Azkaban, once she was alone and free for the first time in her life, then, I am sure, she was able to give full rein to her abilities and to plot her escape from the desperate life she had led for eighteen years.
УCan you not think of any measure Merope could have taken to make Tom Riddle forget his Muggle companion, and fall in love with her instead?Ф
УThe Imperius Curse?Ф Harry suggested. УOr a love potion?Ф
УVery good. Personally, I am inclined to think that she used a love potion. I am sure it would have seemed more romantic to her, and I do not think it would have been very difficult, some hot day, when Riddle was riding alone, to persuade him to take a drink of water. In any case, within a few months of the scene we have just witnessed, the village of Little Hangleton enjoyed a tremendous scandal. You can imagine the gossip it caused when the squireТs son ran off with the trampТs daughter, Merope.Ф
УBut the villagersТ shock was nothing to MarvoloТs. He returned from Azkaban, expecting to find his daughter dutifully awaiting his return with a hot meal ready on his table. Instead, he found a clear inch of dust and her note of farewell, explaining what she had done.Ф
УFrom all that I have been able to discover, he never mentioned her name or existence from that time forth. The shock of her desertion may have contributed to his early deathЧor perhaps he had simply never learned to feed himself. Azkaban had greatly weakened Marvolo, and he did not live to see Morfin return to the cottage.Ф
УAnd Merope? SheЕ she died, didnТt she? WasnТt Voldemort brought up in an orphanage?Ф
УYes, indeed,Ф said Dumbledore. УWe must do a certain amount of guessing here, although I do not think it is difficult to deduce what happened. You see, within a few months of their runaway marriage, Tom Riddle reappeared at the manor house in Little Hangleton without his wife. The rumor flew around the neighborhood that he was talking of being СhoodwinkedТ and Сtaken in.Т What he meant, I am sure, is that he had been under an enchantment that had now lifted, though I daresay he did not dare use those precise words for fear of being thought insane. When they heard what he was saying, however, the villagers guessed that Merope had lied to Tom Riddle, pretending that she was going to have his baby, and that he had married her for this reason.Ф
УBut she did have his baby.Ф
УBut not until a year after they were married. Tom Riddle left her while she was still pregnant.Ф
УWhat went wrong?Ф asked Harry. УWhy did the love potion stop working?Ф
УAgain, this is guesswork,Ф said Dumbledore, Уbut I believe that Merope, who was deeply in love with her husband, could not bear to continue enslaving him by magical means. I believe that she made the choice to stop giving him the potion. Perhaps, besotted as she was, she had convinced herself that he would by now have fallen in love with her in return. Perhaps she thought he would stay for the babyТs sake. If so, she was wrong on both counts. He left her, never saw her again, and never troubled to discover what became of his son.Ф