Weakened
written by Louisa S R W
Broken heart but Strong mind
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
5
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541
Family History
Chapter 2
We went to Albania, to a forest. It was beautiful. I could imagine my mother thinking it was beautiful. It felt like a kind of moss was covering all of the trees and animals. Local people say that there are elves in the forest. I can well believe it, there certainly were when we were there. There was music echoing from branches. I could hear the sound of the snakes. He told me that my father had once travelled here a long time ago. I wasn’t sure what to think.
Then we went somewhere so very different. It was town called “Little Hangleton”. We went to a graveyard. I didn’t think that this was the greatest of holidays. Amongst the stones was one that looked far more like a tomb. As if we were at a cemetery. By the time we got there it was fairly late and to be honest the whole town looked very unappealing. My uncle guided me to the tomb which had an angel-like statue standing guard. He pointed at the name. It read Tom Riddle. I didn’t know what to think was this my father? My grandfather? My great grandfather? Was he a wizard or muggle? I had no idea. It turned out that this was a muggle family grave. So, it included everyone. Everyone it seems other than my parents. I took a few steps around it but, I‘ve never liked graveyards, and asked to leave. As we walked away, I saw a house, a manor. I wanted to know what it was. I was told that was where we were staying. I couldn’t believe it. We had never stayed in a place that was so grand. Never.
The house we stayed in was empty. Completely abandoned. This was more like it. As I looked around there were a few things that seemed a little odd. The house was called Riddle Manor. If nobody had been here in such a long time, why were there no cobwebs? The people on the walls stared back at me as if they knew me. Not moving like at Hogwarts but they just seemed familiar. There wasn’t a sign of magic like at Knockturn Alley, and there was no sign of no magic like at Cokeworth. Something told me it wasn’t right. In spite of this I was hungry and ate in the grand room with my uncle. I twitched and turned all the time. I think he could tell I was uncomfortable.
Then we went somewhere so very different. It was town called “Little Hangleton”. We went to a graveyard. I didn’t think that this was the greatest of holidays. Amongst the stones was one that looked far more like a tomb. As if we were at a cemetery. By the time we got there it was fairly late and to be honest the whole town looked very unappealing. My uncle guided me to the tomb which had an angel-like statue standing guard. He pointed at the name. It read Tom Riddle. I didn’t know what to think was this my father? My grandfather? My great grandfather? Was he a wizard or muggle? I had no idea. It turned out that this was a muggle family grave. So, it included everyone. Everyone it seems other than my parents. I took a few steps around it but, I‘ve never liked graveyards, and asked to leave. As we walked away, I saw a house, a manor. I wanted to know what it was. I was told that was where we were staying. I couldn’t believe it. We had never stayed in a place that was so grand. Never.
The house we stayed in was empty. Completely abandoned. This was more like it. As I looked around there were a few things that seemed a little odd. The house was called Riddle Manor. If nobody had been here in such a long time, why were there no cobwebs? The people on the walls stared back at me as if they knew me. Not moving like at Hogwarts but they just seemed familiar. There wasn’t a sign of magic like at Knockturn Alley, and there was no sign of no magic like at Cokeworth. Something told me it wasn’t right. In spite of this I was hungry and ate in the grand room with my uncle. I twitched and turned all the time. I think he could tell I was uncomfortable.
