Double Agent Stamps! Merope’s Son 70. Teem
My parents and I have just retired to the drawing room for coffee and brandy, when there is a knock at the door. Hasting escorts a young man in. I drop my brandy. It can’t be…. It’s me only twenty years younger. Hasting calls the boy Tom Marvolo Riddle. How dare Merope give him my name! He is like her. I cannot miss the stick he carries in his hand. This Tom is just like her father and brother. The boy teems with anger and rage. There is no reasoning with him. I scream at Tom. You’re not my son!
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