Hadriana Potter, died at the age of 77. After finding love and then lost it and the cycle goes on, she chose not to get married, but all her friends does. She became a Godmother to 7 children and she was contented, she is.

But something was missing, she was lonely. When she died, she met death and death told her that she was the mistress of death and had a responsibility to do and so she did. After thousands of years she decided to go back on earth to have a chance to start over again, and she wants to change the past to make 'her' contented, maybe if she change what happened, 'she' might grew up with her Family of the future. Yeah, just a mild changes nothing is wrong that, right?

She woke up, in a small and crumbling flat and found herself on the floor with tears streaks on her cheeks. When she finally settled and calm herself she stood up and look in the mirror, and there she saw 'herself'.

A pale, very pale woman. Sunken cheeks, sunken eyes, lifeless dark eyes, unkept black hair, chapped lips and very thin body, she almost screamed at the sight.

Harry sighed and pity Voldemort's mother. Yes, she came back and entered the body of lady Merope Alana Gaunt.

As of now, Morfin and Marvolo is still alive and still abusive, she'll get killed if she came back there. She sat down and look around the flat. It was messy, a broken plate that is obviously thrown in the wall, cracked walls, and a bit smell of rotten Ashwinder eggs in the air. If this is the time then right now, she's expecting. She slowly put her hands on her stomach and closed her eyes.

She can feel magic, not from her but from someone inside her.

Voldemort.

She laughed in mockery. Voldemort is inside her, barely a month's old in her stomach and had no knowledge of how cruel the world yet.

"I'll save you... If that means that your nose will still get intact when you're old then yes, I'll save you" Harry—no, she's Merope now, said with a hint of jest in her voice.

She stood up and went to her room. At least Mr. Riddle Sr. didn't took anything when he left. It'll be a very troublesome if she had nothing in hand. She looked around the room, oh the smell, It filled with, obviously Amortentia, how ironic.

She went to the vanity and and sat on the chair facing a blurry mirror. She let her hair down and took the not so clean hair brush and started to comb her hair.

She felt crazy and deranged doing this. Then she remembered, Merope was a squib meant she have a broken Magical core. She's a witch with no magic but Hadrianah has. She lowered the brush and turned her head to something and then her eyes found a cloth in floor not so far from her.

She opened her hand and say a simple spell.

"Accio" she said but nothing happened. She closed her eyes and with her full concentration she chanted.

"Accio!"

The cloth flew with speed and she caught it.

She sighed and lowered her empty hand, she imagine what it would be if it flew to her.

She wants to cry, her magic is gone (not really just blocked by death) she's pregnant and she's poor. She went to the bathroom but a potion lab was there instead.

"God Merope, how crazy are you?" she mumbled and went inside and inspect each bottle with ingredients and was surprised not everything was an ingredients for Amortentia.

Harry, now Merope, had a sudden thought. A certain memory where she, Hermione are in Draco's potion lab. A certain 6 years after the war, where everything was good and peaceful. Draco married Ginny and now with an upcoming child, Hermione whose Draco's new mom, are happily married with Lucius who had a huge influence in Wizengamot despite him being an ex-death eater.

"Remind me, why you need to learn potions again? And why Draco?" Hermione asked and crossed her arms.

"You sound like I'm a bad idea!" Draco whined with a pout causing Hermione to scowl at him making him smile innocently. Harry shook her head and was bemused to their interaction, it seems like it's only yesterday when Draco was calling her Slur-word and Hermione would just punch him in the face.

"I can't? I just want to learn how to brew a freaking potion without blowing it up, 'mione" harry said.

"And why me?" Draco asked and copied Hermione's actions and crossed his arms.

"Well, you excel in that area and you're the youngest Potion Master aside from Snape. Come on Draco! I'll clean your Ingredient Cabinet as a payment." she said and smiled innocently.

"Deal. Wow, I can't believe that I made the girl who vanquished the dark lord beg me to teach her potions" Draco said and grin and Harry roll her eyes.

Merope giggle in that memory, Draco did taught her potions. A lot of potions you may say, but mostly it's about healing potions. Draco, who's now a head healer at St. Mungo's taught her so many healing potions for the body and made several precautions around it.

Well, gladly after being stuck in the limbo for a thousands of years she still remembers it. When she checked the ingredients again, she choose to make a nutrition potion. She wanted to do a full body heal potion but she can't do a full diagnosis spell without Magic.

The nutrition potion is one of the easiest potion to make.

After drinking the potion, the slight uncomfortable feeling in her body lighten. She looked at herself in the mirror, her skin is not so pale, and her sunken cheeks and eyes are much better than before but she still looks worse. After tidying herself and changed clothes that looked pleasing in the eye. It's still rags, but at least it wasn't that bad looking like before at the least and tied half up and half down her brown straight hair and took her robe.

She decided to go to the Gringotts Wizarding Bank to check if she has any inheritance in the house she belong. She walked in the alleyway trying not get notice by the muggles, and entered the leaky cauldron. She can't believe that lady gaunt chose to settle with tom riddle Sr. near the Wizarding pub.

She entered and discreetly went to the back door. Harry, for the first time in her life beg to the deepest part of her core to make it work as she tapped the tiles. She almost cried when it worked and so she entered the Diagon Alley in a haste yet swift movements. She walked straight to the Gringotts and straight to the small entrance hall where another pair of doors are set. In this door engraved words of the goblins.

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

Memories of how she alongside with Hermione and Ron infiltrated the Gringotts, Imperius a teller, stole the Hufflepuff's cup in Lestrange Vault and escaped through a dragon and destroyed their tower.

She walked straight with chin up to the head chief bank teller.

"Good day, may your gold ever flow" she said and slightly bow her head.

"And may your enemies flee in terror. What a surprise to have you here, Miss Gaunt" the goblin name Jastor.

"Yes. I would like to get an inheritance test, in private. I'll pay the price later" she said.

"Of course. But are you sure Miss Gaunt? The gaunt vault is rather almost empty" the goblin replied with a hint of a mock.

"Well see about that" she replied. The goblin raised both its eyebrows up and nodded.

"This way, Miss Gaunt" he said and walked away. Merope followed his trail and entered a dark golden room with a fellow Goblin inside. She sat in front of the goblin with guarded eyes

"Prick your finger and put 3 drops of blood in this parchment" that was the instructions. The goblin gave her a dagger with inscription runes and dropped the needed amount of blood in the parchment and pulled her hand back

They waited for a while as the goblin point the parchment and gave it to me.

Name: Merope Alana Gaunt

Specie/s: Human

Status: Pureblood

Birthday (age): october 31, 1907 (18)

Father: Marvolo Gaunt

Specie/s: Human

Mother: Adara Josephine Gaunt

Specie/s: Human

Ability/s:

Parseltongue - 99 %

Blood magic - 99% blocked (trauma abused)

Natural legilimens - 50 %

Natural occlumency - 50%

Potions- 95%

Inherited house/s:

House of Peverell

(Paternal and maternal side)

House of Slytherin

(Paternal and maternal side)

House of Gaunt

(Paternal and maternal side)

House of sayre

(Paternal side)

House of Perrault

(Maternal Side)

Vaults:

Vault 985 - Peverell vault

(9, 000, 000,000 G, 953, 214 K, 632, 900 S. Along with a Lordship and Heirship Ring and the house diadem and some properties)

Vault 1- Slytherin Vault

(854, 688, 900,000 G, 900, 000 K, 234, 000 S. Along with a will, Lordship and Heirship Ring, Three Journals, 16 restricted Books only for the slytherin heir or heiress and a several pieces of jewellery such as serpent bracelet, a serpent tiara etc. and some properties)

Vault 651 - Gaunt family Vault

(31 G, 12 K, 100 S)

Vault 201 - Sayre Vault

(5, 456, 890 G, 234, 658 K, 128, 400 S. Along with a Will, a Lordship and Heirship Ring, 5 Journals, jewelleries and properties)

Perrault Vaults are currently in France•

Properties:

Peverell•

Peverell manor in Gondar, Ethiopia

Peverell castle in Scotland

(Destroyed)

Peverell ancestral manor in Germany

(Destroyed)

Peverell private library in Edinburgh, Scotland

Slytherin•

Slytherin Manor in Scotland

(Destroyed)

Slytherin Castle in Schwangau, Germany

Chamber of Secrets in Hogwarts

Slytherin Cottage in Cornwall

(Destroyed)

Slytherin ancestral manor in Scotland

(Destroyed)

Slytherin townhouse in Scotland

(Destroyed)

Gaunt•

Gaunt Shack little Hangleton, Scotland

Sayre•

Sayre family townhouse in Sinaia, Romania

Sayre family cottage in Bojnice, Slovakia

Sayre family manor in Bran, Romania

Romania (destroyed)

Perrault•

Perrault manor in Chambord, France

Merope was beyond gobsmacked at the revelation. She wants to say 'What the fuck is this?' She knew she has something to get but this? Why did she lived that kind of life if they have these?

"Do you want to read the wills of Slytherin and Sayre, Miss Gaunt?" The Goblin asked.

"Yes, please" She forced her voice to sound because she's utterly speechless. They are so fucking rich but she's wearing rags, the fuck is this?!

The goblin snapped his fingers and two other goblins who was standing by the door went out and after few minutes they went inside, the other one who doesn't have anything stand at the door while the other who was holding a silver plate with two letters with different stamp colors. There were green with serpent and red, with fire designs.

The goblin opened the green emblem stamp which Merope could distinguish that it's the Slytherin Will.

"Ehem... I, Salazar Nathara Slytherin, would only allow my first female Parselmouth descendant of mine to open my vault. Whomever can open my vault, she will be my Heiress and her descendants, May it be male or female. May lady of Magic blessed my Heiress and Her descendants with these bestowal and cursed whomever to defile this will, so mote it be" the goblin finished the will reading of Slytherin.

No, it wasn't a will, it was an Oath on magic. Merope bit her bottom lip, well. If Marvolo and Morfin did ever found this, they wouldn't get Salazar's money since it'll befall to me.

"Next is the Sayre' will... I gave my whole fortune to the Heir or Heiress in my Family line, as long as she or he is pure of blood and will uphold the family beliefs and will certainly bring the family in esteem"

Merope was silent, she was still shock on the revelations today.

"So... I own this much money?" I asked.

"Well, consider that Heir Morfin Gaunt is now in Azkaban for assaulting a muggle and Lord Marvolo Gaunt is on House arrest and currently in Death bed so yes, Miss Gaunt. All of this are yours" Jastor said when he came in.

"After all this years, no one had found this?" she asked.

"The Gaunts Have Arrogance, Miss. They were blinded by the Power of being called the Descendants of the Great Parselmouth founder and forgot the inheritance." Answered by the Goblin that made her nod in acknowledgement.

"Not even my Brother and Father?" She asked.

"No, they didn't bother to ask" He answered. Merope laughed so hard like a deranged woman, unlike Bellatrix's creepy cackle, hers was more of a crazy mental woman, she had to hold her stomach and tears came running down from her eyes.

"This is so funny..." She said and wiped her tears.

"Thank you Jastor, how much would that be?" She asked.

"400 Galleons, Miss Gaunt or what title would you prefer to be called?" Jastor had a mischievous smirk on his wrinkling lips.

"Just Miss Gaunt and 250 Galleons" Merope hissed.

"350 Galleons" he answered.

"300 Galleons, give or take" Merope hissed unknowingly used parseltongue.

"Deal" Jastor answered.

"I'll use my Ancestor Salazar's Vault for now, and I would like to withdraw 500 galleons, 350 knuts and 100 sickles, take the money from there and I would like to retrieve all of the Lordship and Heirship Rings" I said.

"As you wish, Miss Gaunt. Please follow me for withdrawal process" Jastor said. The goblin did then lead Merope and rode the cart to the very bottom of the bank, and walk more in a cave like and a green with two serpent facing each other door.

"Lord Slytherin didn't leave any key behind, perhaps you might know how to open it, Miss Gaunt" Jastor said and took a step behind.

Merope took a breather in and spoke in Parseltongue.

"I, Merope Gaunt, descendant of Salazar Slytherin, order you to open your door" she hissed in a lovely language of snakes. The door rumbled and opened only to show a huge tower of gold.

After she requested an extension charmed pouch, and put her money there with the Rings that was secured in a box. After paying Jastor when they came back at the teller stand and exchange 100 galleons for muggle money she went out to shop in Diagon alley. She just bought two decent clothes, a pair of undergarment and a trunk. Then she bought 1 dress in a muggle dress store and changed there.

It was very awkward and troublesome for Merope who was a powerful witch before then became a squib. She has magic but because of all the abuse that the old Merope received, her magic seems like afraid to resurface.

Merope thought that she's lucky that she didn't became an obscurus.

When she's decent looking, she took her trunk and leave for train to visit the Perrault manor.

Merope couldn't be glad that Ginny and Hermione forced her and Ron to learn French from Draco when the French delegation from the French ministry was coming to meet them.

Along the way, Merope slept in a little inn whenever the train stops when night came. She was used on brushing her dark hair curls but since it changed into a straight hair, Merope loved to brush it to soften the tangled hair of old Merope's disheveled and unkempt hair.

The routine was like this until she arrived at Paris. Then she used the train again to board and get off at Chambord.

When she arrived, she kept asking where the Perrault manor was and when she was lead through a carriage, when she get off a beautiful blue and white castle was in sight.

It was huge, and beautiful.

She knew the manor had an old wards yet it won't be dangerous to someone who's in line for the inheritance to the Perrault' fortune. She took a step first and felt the wards around the manor welcome her then she continues to walk straight to the manor.

Four house elves welcomed her, they don't know her but she did walk through the wards then it means she's part of the Perrault, so the Perrault's house elves will welcome their new mistress.

"Bonjour..." she greeted and bow a little.

[Hello]

"Bienvenue maîtresse" they all said in unison.

[Welcome mistress]

"Je m'appelle Merope Gaunt, mais vous pouvez m'appeler mademoiselle ou dame. Je suis un descendant du dernier perrault et je suis heureux de vous avoir tous au service." Merope said and smiled softly.

[My name is Merope Gaunt, but you may call me miss or Lady. I'm a descendant of the last Perrault and im happy to have you all in service.]

"étaient heureux de vous servir, Mademoiselle." They all said in unison.

[We're happy to serve you, My Lady.]

"Je voudrais connaître tous vos noms, est-ce que ça vous va?" She asked.

[I would like to know all of your names, would that be alright?]

"Bien sûr, ma dame! je m'appelle Izzy" the nearest house elf to me said.

Of course, my lady! I'm called Izzy]

"Et je suis kara" said the house elf next to Izzy.

[And I'm Kara]

"Et je suis Lore"

[And I'm Lore]

"Kuzzo à votre service Madame Gaunt"

[Kuzzo at your service Madam Gaunt]

Merope was happy that the House elves are very welcoming and kind. Merope chose to stay at France hopefully for long and won't have to go back in England, and have a fresh start.

It was 6 months since she's living in Chambord, Merope's changes were drastic. With the help of the house elves accommodating her needs and taking care of her, she also went to the French Wizarding hospital to take some medications for her health and the baby.

Now, gone with the sunken cheeks but a high cheekbone arises, her previously chapped lips are now plump and glossy, her ebony eyes are shining with softness and full of life, her hair tangled hair are now soft as it was tied in a low bun and addition that her baby bump is now showing.

She visited the bank and she was surprised to know that the Perrault vault had not only have money in Wizarding world but also in muggle world.

She was so rich that she erased the word 'work' in her mind and just live leisurely. She also employed 6 squibs, 4 male and 2 female, to work in the manor with a high pay. They're job was just tending the lawn and garden and be her handmaiden. The House elves are also doing their job very meticulously.

"3 more months my sweet little monster, 3 more months" she whispered as she sat in her chair in the garden with in the table and a parasol to shield her from the hot sun.

She was humming a song as she caressing her tummy.

"Madame, Cette lettre est pour vous" kuzzo appeared behind her and presented a letter with a red and a rose stamp

[this letter is for you].

"merci, Kuzzo" Merope answered and opened the letter.

Chère Merope,

moi et les dames aimerions vous inviter à cette prochaine cérémonie de thé le vendredi midi, et je veux vraiment vous parler de nos bébés, mon cher ami.

J'ai hate de te voir.

Ton ami

Orianne Lachapelle.

[Dear Merope,

Me and the ladies would love to invite you at this upcoming tea party ceremony on friday noon, and i really want to talk to you about our babies, my dear friend.

I can't wait to see you.

Your friend.

Orianne Lachapelle.]

Merope smiled, she had found a sweet friend, a neighbor actually whose pregnant like her. She was supper friendly and very welcoming to a Woman like her, who was pregnant yet has no Husband.

She actually has one, but he left and she won't held that against him as it was her fault.

"Izzy!" I called and Izzy appeared beside me.

"comment puis-je vous servir, ma dame?" She asked.

[how may i serve you, my lady?]

"apportez-moi un parchemin et ma plume, s'il vous plaît." Merope asked.

[Bring me a parchment and my quill, please.]

"Comme vous le souhaitez, ma dame." Izzy said and disapparated and then came back with the things Merope needed.

As you wish, my lady.]

"Merci, Izzy" Merope said and wrote a reply to her dear friend.

Then months went by and the baby has come. Merope Is now sweating as she's in her night dress, Rachel and Laure are in her each side holding her hand as the healer Chevrolet came in. She was called the moment Merope's water broke, she opened Merope's leg and check on something there. She then took something from her trunk and gave it to Merope.

"s'il vous plaît, buvez ceci ma dame afin que vous soyez trop fatigué de pousser." Healer Chevrolet said.

[please drink this my lady so that you get strained of too much of pushing.]

With a shaking hands, she accepted the bottle and drank it.

"avec un compte de un à trois, je veux que vous poussiez plus fort, ma dame!" The healer exclaimed.

[With a count of one to three i want you to push harder, my lady.]

Merope groaned because of pain and held the hands holding her hand tighter.

"C'est bon, ma dame! Nous sommes ici!" Laure said.

[it's okay, my lady! we're here!]

"Un, deux, trois Poussez!!" Healer Chevrolet said and so Merope did her hardest to push out.

[One, two, three Push!!]

"Encore un, madame! Pousser!" The healer exclaimed and Merope obliged. She groaned and as she pushes harder.

[Another one, my lady! Push!]

"Je vois déjà la tête, ma dame! Une autre poussée!"

[I can already see the head, my lady! Another push!]

"vous pouvez le faire, ma dame! pour le jeune héritier!" Rachel said.

[you can do it, my lady! for the young heir!]

"Un, deux, trois et poussez ma dame ! Pousse plus fort!" the healer kept encouraging Merope who was so tired and the pain was very unbearable.

[One, Two, Three and Push my lady! Push harder!]

"je pousse plus fort! Je n'en peux plus... je suis tellement fatiguée et j'ai tellement mal..." Merope said with a hoarse voice, she was so wet with sweat and it's sticking on her hair and clothes.

[I'm pushing harder! I can't anymore... I'm so tired and it hurts so much...]

"vous pouvez le faire ma dame, encore un coup de pouce! tu peux le faire! juste un de plus!" The healer said.

[You can do it my lady, one more push! you can do it! just one more!]

Merope pants and and inhaled before screaming her throats as she pushes her baby out.

"le bébé est sorti!" The healer said.

[the baby's out!]

"c'est un garçon! c'est un Héritier! Bénis-nous ô Dame de la Magie!" The healer exclaimed. Rachel and laure congratulate her as she gave them a satisfied smile.

[It's a Boy! it's an Heir! Bless us oh Lady of Magic!]

Merope was panting hard. It was a whole new experience for her and for old Merope. She was weary, tired, and it was painful but when the healer gave her a baby in a bundle, he was whining but not crying, he was squirming yet not crying.

Merope tears fell on her eyes as she traces his nose with her finger.

"He's beautiful... il est beau" Merope said and kissed her son's forehead.

Her son.

Hers.

"quel est son nom, ma dame?" The healer asked.

[what is his name, my lady?]

"Reagan Nathair Gaunt... His name, Son nom est Reagan Nathair Gaunt" Merope said.

No Tom Riddle, just Reagan Gaunt.

And She swear upon her name, She will do her best so that there'll be no Voldemort.

"Just my Little Ruler" She muttered and smiled.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Reagan's head jerk up from the book he's reading when the train stopped.

"It looks like we're here" a Blonde woman in front of him spoke, she has a small hat on her head with her long curly hair was pinned beautifully with a few ornaments, her cerulean blue eyes never failed to capture his steel hard heart and held it for eternity, her slender hands that was hidden by those laced gloves that was holding his hand.

It's been 3 years since he graduated in Hogwarts, even though Beauxbatons Academy of Magic are nearer at their home, he chose Hogwarts because of his ancestor. For his 7 years at Hogwarts, he never really travel around Scotland or in London.

If he stayed in summer, usually he'll go to Abraxas' manor to spend time studying and arguing some things about their Hogwarts Court that they created to unite all houses.

Or they would go to Corvus Lestrange's House and would play Quidditch, only abraxas and Corvus, and sometimes they'll invite Mathis Rosier, Mateo Greengrass and even the laid back Silas Rowle and the prim and proper Orion Black along with his Cousin, Alphard and Cygnus, who is younger than us by 3 years would occasionally come to play but not him. He would prefer his feet on the ground.

And on Yule, either to stay at the Leaky for a week before travelling back to France. He was quite clear that her Maman has no interest on coming back here but when came home in their manor at France he was welcomed by a tight embrace and pamper kisses by his mother.

"It looks like it" he said and closed his book.

"Give it to me, you handle our things" She said and took the book from him and give him a peck on his cheeks with her small pink lips. Reagan smiled and took two huge trunks from their upper compartments and went out. He held two trunks as his woman held his arm while roaming her eyes around.

"Vérène, Ma chérie hold on me tighter or else you'll get lost" Reagan said so Vérène held on Reagan a little closer until they got a carriage to charring cross road.

"Bâtiment fascinant, un peu tapageur, je dirais, mais il est toujours plein de vie." Vérène said as she was looking outside the window. Reagan chuckled and took her hand to his lips.

[Fascinating building, a little rowdy i might say but it's full of life still.]

"What?" She asked with a frown.

"Rien, tu es juste trop mignon" He said and grin when he saw a flush of pink on his fiancé's Cheeks.

[Nothing, you're just so cute]

When they arrived in front of the Leaky Cauldron. Reagan smiled, he remembered when he stood here for the first time with his Maman to buy his school supplies.

He led his fiancé inside and went directly to the counter.

"Hello Tom, Remember me?" Reagan asked.

"Ahh, the Sane Gaunt, little Gaunt! How are you little Man! It's been years since you graduated" a Man with black hair had a huge grin on his face. Reagan had a small smile.

"I had a little business around here that's why I came back. And of course, I'd like you to meet my fiancé, Vérène Françoise Lachapelle" he introduced Vérène who bowed a little with a smile on her lips.

"It's nice to meet you" she said.

"What a Beautiful young lady, a great match to a beautiful young lad like you ey? HAHAHA" Tom laughed heartily. Reagan shook his with a little small in his lips.

"We would like to get two rooms, tom" he said.

"Two room, ey?" Tom asked as he get the galleons Reagan dropped while eyeing the young man with knowing look.

"Two. Final" Reagan said with a little glare.

"All right, all right. Two rooms, here you go" he said with a smile on his lips. Reagan accepted the keys and took Vérène upstairs. He opened Vérène room's first and put her trunk down.

"This..." Vérène looked horrified by the room. Reagan chuckled at her expression.

"Did you really spend your time here when you don't go back to France? This looks horrible" Vérène said with a teary eyes as she walked to Reagan.

"I'm fine, it was a little uncomfortable at first but it became bearable later on" he said as he looked at her with fondness on his eyes.

"Oh mon chérie..." She said with a little frown.

"Let's go and finish this so you can shop to your heart's content" he said. A glint of excitement shows in her deep blue eyes. She nodded her head like a chicken pecking. He chuckled at the cute personification and held Vérène's waist and held her tight as they apparate to a place he always want to go.

When he opened his eyes a huge platform with the name of the village showed.

"Little Hangleton..." He mumbled.

"Let's go" he said as he clasp his hands with Vérène's to get some confidence and strength.

They walk towards the run down Shack just a little hidden by the woods. He stood at the door and knocked.

"Leave!" A hissed that he understand came from the inside but that didn't bother Reagan and continue to knock.

The door opened and a hideous man with grey hair strips with bloodshot eyes opened the door with gritted jaw.

"Mr. Morfin Gaunt?" He hissed that sounded like a lullaby to some.

"You! You can speak parseltongue! How can a muggle speak parseltongue?! No wait, you might look alike but you're young—a spawn of that Bitch?! You're a spawn of that bitch! How dare you go here?!—"

"I think that assessment of my mother is enough, Mr. Gaunt. Please, can I enter so I could finish on what I intended to do and so we could leave faster" Reagan said with his cold voice. Morfin grunted and turned around but leave his door open. He was limping yet he looks like he doesn't care.

And so is Reagan.

Vérène was looking wary of Morfin who was looking the both of them with glaring eyes and yet, Reagan doesn't care.

He took a letter from his pocket of his suit and open it.

"This is a letter from her before she passed—"

A cackle stopped Reagan from talking.

"So that bitch died after leaving with that muggle. Yet he leaves her—"

"Please refrain from talking Mr. Gaunt, again, this letter is left for me to read to you, so please listen. I, Merope Alana Gaunt, Lady of House of Slytherin, Chosen Mistress of the House of Peverell, head of the House of Sayre and Madame of the House of Perrault, hereby give the heir of the house of Gaunt, Morfin Gaunt 1000 Galleons, 1000 Knuts and 1000 Sickles. The money has been transferred to the Gaunt family Vault the moment Reagan Nathair Gaunt, the heir of the House of Slytherin and House of Peverell, House of Sayre, and House of Perrault Read this will.

With the use of my blood, I swear, as the Head of the House of Slytherin hereby denounce Morfin gaunt any rights for the inheritance to the fortunes of our Great Ancestor Salazar Slytherin and the rest of the Houses he is descendant with as a punishment.

So mote it be.

Ps: Dear Brother, you're not the only one who can be a snake. You and father skinned my skin and cut my fangs but I still have my venom and it's lethal enough to kill you.

That's all, before we left I would like to introduce myself again. I am Reagan Nathair Gaunt, Heir to the House of Slytherin, Peverell, sayre and Perrault and this is my to be betrothed, lady Vérène Françoise Lachapelle Goddaughter of my Mother And Future Lady of the House of Slytherin and will be Gaunt... After you passed, of course" Reagan said without any hesitation or even a hint of fear when he saw Morfin's face grew green.

"What nonsense is this?! You cannot do that! That bitch has no right! She can't denounce my right! I'm the Heir of the House of Gaunt! I am the heir of the Slytherin! Not you!! It is mine! There is no way a pathetic Half-blood like you can be the heir! You can't take my title!!" He screamed and apparate.

"Where did he go?" Vérène asked a little worried.

"Probably cause a ruckus in Gringotts. Don't worry, Griphook and jastor will deal with him. Shall we take a stroll at the village for a while before we go back and shop at Diagon Alley?" Reagan offered and they walked out of the shack.

"il est très grossier. comment a-t-il osé traiter ta mère d'un mot aussi inapproprié !" Vérène ranted as she hook her arms to Reagan's arm as they walk to the village, even passed by a huge gate and wide lawn, much wider that their lawn back in france.

[he's very rude. how dare he called your mother such an inappropriate word!]

"La marraine était la femme la plus adorable que j'aie jamais rencontrée! Et il ose l'appeler ainsi ! Pas même un gentleman n'ose lui tenir la main de peur de tacher ses belles mains ! Je ne peux pas croire cet homme." Vérène still continued to rant as her face scowl and with a cute pout on her lips causing Reagan to laugh.

[Godmother was the sweetest woman I have ever met! And he dare to call her that! Not even one gentleman dare to hold her hand in fear they might stain her beautiful hands! I can't believe that man.]

"tu n'es même pas énervé ?" Vérène asked when she realized that she's the only one annoyed at the moment. Reagan smiled at her.

[are you not even upset?]

"Of course I am, ma chérie I am raging with anger and hatred the way she talks my mother badly but all i can do is wait for my letter to arrive then I can attack him publicly" he answered and kissed her temple.

"Don't give him any mercy" she muttered making Reagan Laugh.

"Okay, comme ce que mon chéri veut, je le ferai." He said and smirk earning a blush from Vérène making Reagan's heart swell.

[as what my darling wants, I will do it.]

"He's talking about your father, isn't it?" She asked when silent came and Vérène wanted to ask. Reagan sighed and nodded.

"Yes" he answered.

"And?"

"And I... Don't really want to meet him. I heard the truth from Maman months before she died, how she cried trying to ask for forgiveness of the horrible things she had done to him and I actually didn't want to know him" he said honestly.

"But you have to. He's still your Father" Vérène said. Reagan sighed and shrugged.

"Yes, I have too. But I don't know how" he said.

"Tom? Tom! Tom—Excuse me! Wait! Wait!"

Reagan turned his head and a woman ran and stood in front of them.

"How may I help you?" Reagan asked politely at the woman in front of him.

"You— sorry, you just look so much of someone I know. You so much like him when he was a teen" she said with a slight frown on her forehead.

Vérène nudge Reagan and smiled at the lady.

"Oh, it's alright, Madame" Reagan answered.

"May I ask for your name, young man?" She asked.

"Reagan, Madame, Reagan Gaunt" he answered.

"I didn't know that monster of a person name Morfin Gaunt had a son" She mocked.

"No, I'm not his" he answered and his smile left his lips when she mocked him.

"His mother is Lady Merope Gaunt" Vérène answered. The woman's eyes turned wide and then rage shown in them.

"No wonder you look like Tom. Ha! So that gaunt tramp is your mother? Looking at yourself, it looks like she found someone she can deceive who has more money. Is prostitution is all she can be after tom left her?" She mocked. Vérène is livid. She let go of Reagan's arm and faced the woman.

"How dare you say that to Lady Gaunt! To my Godmother! You who look like a Toad's feet dare to insult a high esteemed Lady. If you should know, Lady Gaunt did not marry or Remarry, She remains as one of the richest woman in France. Try going there so you would know, and pour votre information, elle pourrait être un cracmol mais elle est très connue pour son intelligence en po—" before she could continue her speech, Reagan already pulled her and calm her down.

[For your information, she might be a squib but she is highly known for her intelligence in po—]

"Ha! That tramp can't be a lady! She can't even wash her hair properly or even brush her teeth!"

"You—" Vérène was about to ran to her when Reagan once again pulled her away from the Woman.

"So you know my mother when she was living with my Uncle and Grandfather?" Reagan asked.

"Yes I did. I saw how her eyes would follow tom's silhouette whenever we pass by while horse riding, and I can still remember how tom left me 2 days before our wedding and eloped with that tramp! Then months after I got betrothed to someone better than him, he came back begging for me! The audacity!" She screamed.

"You must be Cecelia then..." He said and sighed.

"Of course I'm Cecelia! I was the only woman who's engaged with tom! She must have told you with glee on how she stole my fiancée?!" She exclaimed with full rage.

"Mom! Why on earth are you shouting at a stranger?" A woman younger than me by years run to us and tug Cecelia.

"She didn't, she just mention you once then I just put everything together. She wrote you a letter though, ripped it or read it, is purely your choice" Reagan said with a blank expression. A familiar habit Cecelia once knew but it wasn't tom this time, it was this man.

Reagan pulled a letter from his inner pocket of his suit and gave it to her. Cecelia accepted it with a glare and contempt.

"I would just like to ask one thing before you leave, where can I find him? My Father? The man you call tom?" Reagan asked with the same blank expression but he was still polite. Its manners, he thought. No matter how bad this woman in front of him or how crude everyone else, he'll still remain calm and level headed.

After all, they are not worth for him to lose all the etiquettes and manners his mother taught him.

"How ironic, your mother who's like a dog waggling her tail just to get his attention, didn't tell anything about him" Cecelia Mocked with Sarcasm.

"She did tell me about him, but not all important details like his name or his address" Reagan sighed.

"Or can you stop being like an ungrateful widowed wife for once and just answer his question?" Vérène rolled her eyes and couldn't contain her irritation. Cecelia was shocked at her words while her daughter who was holding her arm was angry.

"Vérène, please..." Reagan sighed at how short his fiancé's temper.

"How dare you say that to my mother! She's not a widow and definitely not ungrateful!" The young woman exclaimed.

"Then how dare she insult my Godmother?! She was not a Bitch nor a prostitute!" Vérène exclaimed.

"Ladies, please!" Reagan exclaimed making the two to shut their mouth but still glaring at the two woman who did the same.

Reagan just sighed and face the woman again.

"Please, just answer my question and we'll be on our way. Pardon the temper of my fiancé, she loved my mother so much and held her in high respect." Reagan answered with such composed calm answer. Cecelia looked at him—his face with a scowl. She couldn't help but remember all the time she spent her days with Tom before that fateful day happened, and it all came back to her memory just by looking at this young man's face.

She was silent, contemplating but then she realized, it wasn't really her business. Not anymore.

"The Riddles are the only ones with a huge manor and very wide land since they own a ranch in Little Hangleton, you'll know it. Jasmine, let's go" She spat and turn around.

"Thank you, Madame" Reagan bowed his head for a peaceful answer and when Cecelia disappeared in their view from the crown of people who kept stealing glances at their direction. He slowly looked at the pouting woman who was crossing her arm to her chest.

"What? She started insulting first!" She argued. He shook his head and grab her hand slowly and put it back on his arm and hook it just like before.

"Let's go back and go shopping at Diagon Alley then we rest and prepare ourselves then tomorrow, we go back here and talk with my... With him" He said with a strained expression. Vérène sighed and grip his arms and let go, just to show him that he's not alone.

As per Reagan said, when they went to a seclude area, Reagan disapparated both him and Vérène to Diagon alley and let her pulled him to Madame malkin's to shop. As he was browsing on the catalogue Vérène gave him while madam malkin's getting her measurements.

"Reagan!" An exclamation was made and he jerk his head above and there a man with a wide grin and shock was visible in his steel grey eyes. Reagan grin at his friend.

"Brax" he called. Abraxas Malfoy Laughed merrily and stride towards Reagan and pull him into a Hug and let him go while his hand stayed in Reagan's shoulder.

"You should have sent me a letter of your arrival, you git! Or send one to Corvus or to Mathis or To Orion or to Silas and Mateo! It's been a while, my friend. The last I saw you was when lady gaunt was... Oh never mind the sentimental me, anyway, when did you get here?" He asked.

"Maybe 4 hours ago, I had business to do here that's why, and Corvus is busy in Wizengamot as the new lord of the Noble House of Lestrange. Silas just got wed, Mateo visited me two weeks ago and I told him about my plan on going here and Orion with Cygnus are at their final year at Hogwarts. You know I hate to bother anyone" Reagan said.

"Then maybe me? You know you're always welcome at home! Where are you staying as of now?" Abraxas asked as he pulled his hand and put both hands in each side of his pocket.

"I know. At the Leaky's" Reagan Chuckles.

"Leaky's! Merlin's Beard Reagan! What are you? Thirteen?" Abraxas exclaimed with a frown.

"Yeah, yeah. I know what you'll say, don't worry I'll send you a letter I promise."

"A letter of what?" Abraxas asked with raised eyebrows.

"A letter of me going to your manor to stay for the rest of my stay here but I'm not alone this time, brax. We don't want to impose you" Reagan answered.

"Who's with you?" Abraxas asked and with pure coincidence Vérène went out to call Reagan when she spotted a stranger taking with her fiancé. A man with white Robes, and Blonde hair pushed back and tied with a black ribbon.

"Mon Chérie?..." She called Reagan who turned his head to her Direction and spread his hand to her direction. She walk to him and held his open hand and smile at the stranger.

"Brax, this is my fiancé, Vérène Lachapelle. Ma chérie, this is my Friend from Hogwarts, Abraxas Malfoy" He said. Vérène gave a Soft Smile and bowed to courtesy.

"Well meet, I have heard a lot about you from Reagan" Vérène said.

"Lucky Bastard, you are Reagan! Well meet, Lady Lachapelle. I hope he did say good things about me" Abraxas grin and bowed to Vérène and kissed the air at the back of her hand.

"I don't know if it's good or bad, he just told me everything that happens in Hogwarts" Vérène chuckled.

"Well, maybe I'm in the way of your lovely date. I'll still be waiting for you letter maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, Reagan. Please, excuse me as I have my woman waiting for me" he said and cleared his throat and smirk and bid goodbye to Reagan.

After Shopping, they went back to the Leaky and Reagan Can't help but Laugh when Vérène decided to transfigured the bed with a nicer French king size bed.

When morning comes, they enjoyed the delicacies and food of leaky cauldron before going back to Little Hangleton.

"Mon amour, are you ready?" Vérène knocked on Reagan's room and opened it only to found him staring at a book and a short bundle of letters.

"Reagan?" She called and walked to him slowly. He sighed and closed his eyes. She put her hand on his arm, gently facing him and put her other hand on his cheek.

"Je ne veux pas le voir, aimer. Je ne veux vraiment pas." he whispered as his dark eyes met hers.

[i don't want to see him, Love. i really don't want to.]

She just stare at him and tip toe to kiss his lips. Reagan closed his eyes and pulled her closer by the waist and kissed her deeply. After a few seconds of snogging, he finally released her, and she was dizzy, panting, and was a mess.

"Did that give you some confidence?" She asked softly, while a healthy blush came to her cheeks and was too shy to meet his eyes. Reagan tried not to grin and shook his head and raised her chin and look at her eyes.

"No, I want more" he said and kissed her swollen lips again.

After a few minutes of snogging, he finally learnt to restraint himself after receiving a smack in head from Vérène who was almost a mess and her lips are swollen from his aggressive kiss. Her glare made him smile innocently and hold her close to apparate back to Little Hangleton.

They walked towards the huge House. Vérène held Reagan's hand to support him. They walk towards the door and knock on the door three times. A woman opened the door.

"How may I help you—Ah! Oh, my lord!" She reacted and ran without closing the door again as her voice echo.

"Madame! Madame! Madame!"

Vérène and Reagan looked at each other, Vérène was anticipating while Reagan is Nervous.

"What is it? Why are you pointing at the door like that? A man? Who? Who would visit unannounced?" A much gentle voice was heard. Reagan tightened his grip on Vérène's hand while Vérène was caressing his arms.

"Ça va aller bien... It'll be okay, Mon Chérie..." Vérène whispered.

"Who—" An older woman, has some features that Reagan has. Her eyes widened at the sight of him.

"Apologies Madame, for coming to your lovely home without any particular announcement. We haven't met yet, my name is Reagan, and this is my beloved, Vérène." He spoke softly and politely while the woman was still looking at him with wide eyes and trembling hands rested on her lips.

"You look like my tom..." She muttered.

"Ah... Well, ever since I set my foot in this village I have been mistaken as that person twice. One, is my deranged Uncle and the other is a previous companion of my so called father. I came here today to possibly talk to you and your Husband, along with your son" He said nonchalantly but his trembling hands betrayed him.

He was afraid to be denied.

He was afraid to see the truth his Maman told her.

He was afraid to face that man.

He was afraid to see the man his mother had once loved deeply.

"Of course, please come. Beth, Call Eliot and Tom and lead them to the Drawing room and tell Jessica to prepare me some tea and snacks" the woman said with excitement and lead the two person to the so called Drawing Room.

She opened the twin door and a beautiful room was in sight.

"Magnifique... This room is Beautiful" Vérène complemented as they walk towards on two Sofa facing each other and between them is a glass center table.

"Thank you, please have a seat" the woman said as she looked at Reagan with fondness and sadness in her eyes. Reagan chose to bow his head and refuse to meet the woman's eyes.

"You have a lovely home. May I ask for your Name, Madame?" Vérène said trying to start the conversation and ease the awkward silence that was trying to cover the whole room.

"Thank you for that assessment, darling. I'm Mary Dorothea Riddle, you can call me Mary if you'd like. If I may ask are you two..."

"Oh Oui, I got Engaged to him 10 months ago. We were planning to have our wedding 2 months ago but... Circumstances happened" Vérène said as she glance on Reagan who stood up and walk towards the glass wall window and watched the horses running free in the lawn.

Vérène sighed and look at the woman who was still looking at Reagan's back.

"It's alright, he's just... What do you call this... Nervous?" She said. The woman looked at her and smiled.

The tea came and some snacks, Vérène took the tea that was served to her and stood to deliver it to Reagan.

"Tea, Mon Chérie?" She asked and gave him the teacup on a Saucer.

"Thank you..." He answered. Multiple footsteps came inside.

"Eliot! Tom! We have been waiting! Come, we have unexpected guests." Reagan heard how Mrs. Riddle talk with delight and giddy. He slowly turned around and there he stood. A perfect replica of himself, maybe older but they look exactly the same but the color of his eyes.

The two new arrivals was stunned in their place when they saw Reagan.

"Let's seat down, everyone" Vérène said and walk towards the sofa that they once sat and Reagan followed her.

The two Men slowly walk towards the Sofa across them. Eliot Riddle was astonished and Confused While Tom Riddle had a Guess and Fear crept into his skin.

"This is my Husband, Eliot Riddle and my son Tom, who looks exactly like you when he was in your age" Mary said with deep Elation.

"Nice to—"

"Who are you?" Tom asked with Blank expression, completely mirroring Reagan who clenched his hand and unclenched to ease the uncomfortableness he feel.

"Tom!—"

"My Name is Reagan, Reagan Nathair Gaunt... Son of Merope Alana Gaunt and I assume by your reaction, you know her." He said and looked at him in his eyes. Mary gasped and Eliot shut his eyes closed while Tom, well, Tom Felt Disgusted and Enraged.

"Please, before you said something affront, please hear us out." Vérène said.

"Talk" the Riddle Patriarch Said.

"I... Completely understand your Reactions to her as you have met her from her troubling times, of how unbecoming she was before and it almost made me hate her to be honest, but I couldn't. I got upset but it didn't last long since she's my mother, she's all I have" Reagan said and took something on his inner pocket, he looked at it for a few seconds before putting it down and slid it to them.

"That is the Merope Gaunt I knew. The Mother I grew up with and the Woman who raised me. Please tell me if that is the tramp you once knew" he asked.

Eliot took and Mary gasp again when she saw the portrait, it was Reagan with a woman sitting in a chair with a gentle smile. Had a lovely formal dress, not sure what was it since its black and white. Her hair was tied in low bun and her left hand covered with gloves rested gracefully on her lap while her right hand was on top of Reagan's hand who was smiling widely behind her back standing, his right hand was holding his mother's shoulder and the other was on his back.

"That portrait was taken after I graduated in my school. She was so happy that day and kept telling me how proud she was. At that time, I never knew that she was once been abused by her father and brother. At that time, I never knew that she was once a girl dressed in rags and was insulted more than a couple of times. At that time, I never knew that she was capable of compulsing a muggle to fall in love with her and got pregnant... At that time, in my eyes she was, and always been a respected woman who was kind and intelligent and I was proud to be her son" He said and gritted his jaw.

"Oh Darling... I—"

"I will tell you a very restricted information I hope you keep. It's not something to tell the others, may it be the Gardener, the Caretaker, the maids, and your associates, ladies you accompany in tea ceremony or anyone else. Can you promise me that?" He asked.

"Reagan, are you sure about this? Telling them about that, it's Illegal, Chérie" Vérène said and held his arm. But he just hold her hand and nod his head.

"If you tell us everything about you and Merope and all this madness, then yes. I promise" Eliot said sincerely.

"Reagan—"

"I'm a wizard" he said and took out his Wand, it was pale white, and waved it and the teapot moved and poured tea to the two empty cup. Mary jumped in her seat a little, Eliot eyes widened in uncertainty whether he'll be interested or still in denial while tom had a mix of fear and confusion.

"I can cast spell, chant charms and basically do magic. It's strictly forbidden to reveal this kind of information to non-magic people but I'll take my chances well. The Wizarding world, my world, had three different races. The Purebloods, Half-Bloods and the Muggleborns. My mother, Merope, came from a pureblood family line. Descendants from a very powerful ancestors but she met a terrible fate instead. Purebloods hates Muggleborns because they came from muggles, that's what we call to non-magic people like you. That's why my Uncle thrashed my mother before for having an attraction to you, Mr. Tom Riddle" He said pointed tom who had a very troubled expression.

"If you're a wizard then how come you two are—"

"Oh, that's because I'm a witch and we've been together since we were born, Merope was my Godmother" Vérène said in a haste.

"A... Witch?" Mary's face slightly frown at the word but Vérène smiled softly.

"I know the word in your speak of terms is a bit vulgar and unbecoming but I'm literally a witch. I am what you call a Muggleborn as my parents are both non magic" she said and took a sip on her tea.

"My Godmother once told me, theoretically that my family line, may it be my paternal side or my maternal side has magic but as the generation passed the magic become dormant until the magic was gone temporarily to heal until it came back and land on me" she said with mirth.

"T-Then m-mer—that woman is witch too?" Tom asked as he gritted his teeth as he was trying to speak his name but he couldn't.

But he also couldn't stop glancing at the woman in portrait that was resting in the table.

"No, she's not" He answered.

"But you said she's a pureblood" Mary asked.

"That's the reason why. You see, the purebloods has chosen a method that they thought that would keep their magic secured, pure and untainted from muggleborns and muggles. A method were the Pureblood families had done since generations and I hope to stop it" he said.

"What is it?" Eliot asked.

"Inbreeding" Reagan said. Their eyes widened and Mary covered her lips in shock. Tom was stilled in his seat and was looking at Reagan with Wide eyes.

"Outrageous!" Rage and disgust reign in Eliot. Reagan just laughed, it was outrageous indeed and a foolish idea.

"It was, indeed. Only a mad person would think that marrying your cousins or siblings would keep your magic Pure but it wasn't" he said.

"It wasn't?" Mary asked.

"It wasn't, no. Mother told me that Inbreeding causes a lot of defects that would become heredity to the next generation, like Looses ones gifts, different colored eyes, blindness, causes infertility or even produces some squibs over the years, that's why it became harder for the Purebloods to produce a child. My mother knows about this because she too was affected of inbreeding, a product actually" Reagan said with sadness washed over him.

"What?!"

"My Grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt married the daughter of his father's brother, my Grandmother Josephine and gave birth to two children and died. A wizard name Morfin Gaunt and a... Squib of a daughter with a name of Merope." he said.

"A squib is what the magical society calls to those people who are Pureblooded, born in a magical family but had no magic. They can't perform magic" Vérène continued.

"And as I told you about inbreeding. The Gaunt Family was known notorious even in Wizarding world and known for marrying their cousins. Since grandmother Josephine was the only child of her father, and they were the remaining family of the Gaunts, and no sane high class Pureblood family would let their precious daughters marry a man like Morfin. Marvolo had sought the remaining choice he had. To marry Morfin to my Mother" he said with his hands clenching.

"Preposterous!" Mary exclaimed and was horrified.

"Is that why Merope did—"

"Believe me, but no. It's part of the reason why, but it's not the whole of it." Reagan defended.

"My mother can't do spells, chant or charms. Her magic core became dormant after all the abuse she received all her life, but she's very intelligent about magic and especially with potions that why... I'm here, breathing" he said and cleared his throat and sighed before looking at tom.

"My mother fed you Amortentia, it's the strongest love potion in the whole world. It can create a heavy infatuation and it can lead to obsessions from the victim to the brewer but it can never, ever create true love. Mother told me that day, and I meant the day you left her, she didn't gave you the potion believing that you might have learned to love her because of how long you stayed with her but she was wrong."

"I was disgusted, enraged and furious. I remembered everything and was traumatizes. I remembered she was telling me she was pregnant but I didn't believe her." Tom said.

"I understand. If that happened to me, I'll have the same reaction. But do you know why she didn't come after you? Why she didn't sought you and force you to take responsibility?" Reagan asked with a scowl but tom just looked at him with deep gaze.

"She love you, that is. She love you so much that she just wanted you to love her back because of the pain that my uncle and grandfather inflicted to her she still craved for someone to love her. She only wanted to be loved, to cared, to be cherished by someone. That's the whole reason of her maddening, why she potion you and why i got created and It was the day you left her made her realize all the things she had done was wrong. She love you so much that she choose to let you go." Reagan with seething anger in his eyes but his voice remain low. He didn't shout or screamed at them.

"She raised me alone, taught me how to use spells correctly, taught me potions, and taught me etiquette and manners. She taught me that even if you're not a pureblood or a Muggleborn, if you are born to be great then it's you not your blood. She was not the woman she tale to me 3 months ago, that woman was the Merope you knew but the Merope I knew was a woman who would walk elegantly in any ball she was invited in, respected by the most eligible ladies in France both Wizarding world and muggle world. The mother I grew up with was my muse to set the world right, she was my inspiration to change the world to be more open to modernization" He said and covered his eyes. Vérène tears fell and she silently wipe them as her lips trembled as she remembers her dear Godmother who left them.

"Reagan, if we could meet her—"

"Godmother died 3 months ago, she died without us knowing that she was sick. I was about to visit to her and chat to her about the wedding when I found her handmaidens and house elves were crying at her door." She said with small sad smile on her lips and in her pocket she took a small purse and opened it only to pull a small book.

"I always bring these with me, Godmother Merope gave it me on Christmas when I was 15, and I filled up the rest." She said and unlocked it and gave it to them. The opened the cover and there a figure of two woman sitting in a picnic table, with their babies standing with their helped.

"The pictures moved because I enchant them" she added. Merope on the picture was kissing Reagan's cheek as the baby boy was jumping and giggling. They turned the page and there she was on her dress and her hair was braided to her side, she was cradling a baby with a soft smile on her lips with a note in the paper.

'Mon petit bodeux, grandir à merveille et avoir la sagesse et avoir la foi à ce qui est juste.'

[my little Goddaughter, grow beautifully and have wisdom and have faith to what is right.]

The next was Merope laughing at the two babies who was crawling to her.

The next one was Merope twirling a little girl who looked like five while laughing.

The next one was Merope braiding the little girl on field of dandelions while a little boy was reading a book as he rest his head on her mother's lap.

The next page was Merope standing in a crowd with an off shoulder green ball gown and her hair was curled and tied as she look at the crowd with a blank look while Reagan and Vérène holding her hand with the same expression.

The next page was Merope putting a blue hat on Vérène's who was wearing a blue uniform.

The next page was Vérène who was a little older sitting with a more mature Merope and was doing some embroidery.

The next was a portrait of the three of them.

The next page was just a picture of a woman's back as she was on the veranda looking at the snow.

The next page was a moving photograph of Merope on a garden house with a tea and a book.

The next page was Vérène in teen, younger than now with two woman beside her, her Mother and Godmother with note below.

'mes deux mères que j'aime tellement.'

[my two mothers who i love so much.]

The next one was Vérène on a Periwinkle ball gown and was dancing with Reagan.

The next one was Reagan in a huge Library with a frown on his face and then the next one was A sleeping Merope, she was slightly pale with a bundle of of flowers in her hand.

'Ses fleurs...'

[Her flowers...]

Gelsemium sempervirens means Grace and Elegance...

Magnolia means Nobility

Dianthus caryophyllus means I'll never forget you mother.

And Gypsophila means I will love you forever...

Tom shut his eyes closed and felt conflicted, too conflicted on these information. She couldn't look at the album anymore, it was all about her. A woman sounds wonderful but he met the monstrous her instead of this.

Mary was moved and still can't believe the huge changes happened to Merope but she was glad that she raise her Grandson well-mannered man.

Eliot was too.

"The Gaunts are the poorest people in this town. How can she go to France?" Tom asked with a strained voice.

"As I told you that mother came from a powerful ancestry, I didn't say it's just that. The school I graduated from was called Hogwarts, it was founded over thousand years ago by four greatest witches and wizards after Merlin's time and one of them was our great ancestor named Salazar Slytherin. She got the inheritance because only a woman Parselmouth can open his vault. Before us our ancestors didn't bother to open the vault of Salazar because of arrogance until it was my mother who opened it, and passed down the ownership to me" he said.

"Then why did you seek me? Why now?" Tom asked.

"I didn't want to. I have to" Reagan answered and pulled a journal and a tied of letters and lend it to tom who slowly took them from Reagan's clutches.

"You can ripped it, burned it or throw it to ease your anger but I hope that you don't, that's my mother's. 3 months ago, few weeks before she took her eternal slumber, she told me everything. Everything from the very start of her life until the time where she let you go. She was crying and kept saying on asking for your forgiveness. After she passed, I saw that letters underneath the journal and everything was addressed to a man called tom. Just tom. Funny the thing is, she told me what happened but she never mentioned your name. She just used 'your father' or 'him' and i just guessed that maybe my father was this tom and my guess was right." Reagan gave a wry laugh.

"... And I was terrified coming here." He added and as he held Vérène's hand.

"I... Didn't want to meet you all because I was scared you'll deny me, my existence. I always wanted to ask mother why you're not with us but I kept my mouth shut. Lord Malfoy did indeed treated me the same way he treated abraxas but he wasn't my father..." He continued.

"I... I don't know..." Tom said sincerely.

"Reagan..." Mary said and stood to sit beside Reagan who stiffed at the sudden move.

"We did got angry at your mother for what he had done to my son but I also want to tell her that she had done a great job raising you to be this kind of man and just like Merope, I'm proud of you my dear grandchild" Mary said with her softness of her voice as she cupped Reagan's cheek.

Reagan tears fell. Does that mean she accepted him as her Grandson?

"Excuse me for a while..." Tom said and went out of the room with his mother's journal and letters.

"Don't worry about him, he'll come around. You're his child, no matter what happened you're his blood and we never abandon those who are a family" Eliot said. Reagan chuckled.

"C'est génial! I told you it'll be okay!" Vérène squealed and giggle.

[This is Great!]

"How about you two stay for today, the lunch is right around the corner and we could use the remaining time to talk more, but this time I want to know more about childhood" Mary said with delight.

"Madame Riddle, Don't worry, I will tell you all of his embarrassing moments when he was a child. He was stubborn as a bull that give Godmother headaches all the time" Vérène said.

"Just call me Mary dear and that is amazing, I want to hear all of it." Mary giddily said making Reagan groaned in protest.

But it was a lovely feeling for Reagan, He gain two charming Grandparents and just like what his Grandfather Eliot said, Tom did really tried to be a father to Reagan, it was awkward at first, but only Horse riding, a Hobby of the two made them closer.

Back in Perrault's Manor, Kara and lore was cleaning a huge Portrait when Izzy came running towards them with a letter and reads the content of it.

The woman in the Portrait smiled and sighed in relief.

"At last... Everything is done" she mumbled.

"Tout va bien..."

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