She’s Not My Daughter

19 Jan

(Play this before you start reading. Courtesy of Dummeh.)

It was dark and cold. The quiet, dry, lifeless cells, that hid the faces of the many unstable inmates did not make him feel any better. It was a mistake insulting a ministry personnel, but he was the one. He was the one that put his family to shame. That man slept with his wife and bore that disgusting child, the child who did not deserve his name.

She was not his daughter. Why he constantly believed she was never his own was because she was just too stupid. If Ogden tried to protect his daughter, they probably had relation.

Where he got the insane idea, that Ogden was his daughter’s real father, merely fascinated his messed up mind. It was funny though, because at one moment, he felt like laughing at his ridiculous accusations, and at another, he felt like crying. He often blamed his emotional turmoil on the presence of his daughter. And despite trying to disown her at any given reason, he knew she was his.

She was his daughter, there was no doubt, but he still hated her and it was more than her falling in love with a muggle named Tom Riddle. Every time the Dementors came to suck the life out of him, he would be reminded of why his hatred was so overpowering. The only happiness he had would be destroyed and crushed with the rising memory of her death. His beautiful, elegant, Emily’s death.

She was his. She was beautiful. He missed the way she kissed him and the way her eyes would sparkle every time she smiled. Oh, she was a beauty. Her long gold hair, and her dark brown eyes against her pale complexion, were imprinted so vividly in his mind that no matter how hard he tried to forget, he could never do so.

Now with the presence of Dementors, it was harder to push her from the tip of his mind. Once they came close enough, he would remember the day.

It was October 24th, 1907. Emily was in labour, but she was early. Their daughter was not to be born till the middle of December, and when Emily screamed the news, he rushed to the nearby town, searching for a midwife. When he finally found one, he ran back to their little cottage, shouting at the midwife to hurry up all along the way.

It was supposed to be a happy day. They were about to have their first daughter and Emily was looking forward to the day where she could hold her baby girl in her arms. But the moment their daughter was born, Emily became too weak. She bled too much and before she could lay her eyes on her child, she died.

Days after her death, he would lock himself in his room, leaving the crying baby to his young son. He couldn’t even go near his newborn child. She had her eyes and every time he looked at her, he felt a strong hatred towards the baby girl. And the more he reacted to his daughter, the more his son mirrored after him. It was as though he contracted a disease and his son was infected too.

The only reason why he kept the baby girl was because she looked more and more like Emily as she grew up. She had the same gold hair, and the same sparkle in her eyes. She had the sweetest smile, just like her mother. But she was not her mother, she was a murderer.

He was disgusted at her existence but he knew he had to take care of her. Emily would not have wanted him to get rid of their child.

So he bore with her. But he made sure she lived in hell. She was to do all the cleaning and cooking. He did not spare her from harsh words. And to his delight, his son followed after him. But he did not realize what a man he had become and how he was such a horrible father to his children.

But his daughter, despite being abused, physically and mentally, was still so willing to stay by his side. Just like Emily, she loved him. But his hatred was too strong to bring out any love from his heart.

To him, in his insane state, she was a monster. She was a low life squib who did not deserve his family’s name. She was not his daughter.

And yet, as he sat in his cell, hoping to die, all he could think of was her. But the breath of a Dementor left an incurable disease, and he felt more deranged as the days went by.

If only he could save his soul, he would be able to utter some words of kindness to his daughter. If only he could gather what was left of his sanity, he could maybe show her some love.

Immediately, in the rarest state of his mind, he reached for a broken chain on the floor and scraped the walls, hoping to pen a confession only he would be able to read and soon forget.

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being a horrible father. I love you Merope. I love you just like I love your mother. You do not deserve a father like me. I wish you could read this. I wish you could know that I’m trying. I’m trying not to be the crazy, violent man that you know. Please forgive me my child. I am a lost soul, already broken and cannot be saved.’

And then, as though a switch was flicked, the last spec of sanity left him and he began violently pounding the wall, demanding his release and cursing his daughter. Marvolo Gaunt had finally lost his mind, and what was left of his soul merely sustained him till he could find last words, written on a goodbye letter from his daughter.

(This is my 1st short fan fiction accompanied by an audio track. Let me know what you think in the comments below. I hope you enjoyed both the story and the music.)


Posted by on January 19, 2012 in Fan Fiction (Shorts)


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22 responses to “She’s Not My Daughter

  1. ybawany

    January 19, 2012 at 1:06 pm

    Hey Jenya!

    This is pretty good and I’m a big Potter fan myself. You should publish a novel.


    • Jeyna Grace

      January 19, 2012 at 1:29 pm

      Thanks! I already did 🙂

      • ybawany

        January 19, 2012 at 1:46 pm

        That’s great. You inspire me and I want to follow in your footsteps. 🙂

  2. Anna K.

    January 19, 2012 at 3:37 pm

    Really good, the music went really well with the atmosphere of the story. It was well written and very emotional. I hope you do more of this Jeyna. =)

    • Jeyna Grace

      January 19, 2012 at 4:14 pm

      Thank you 😀 Im glad you think so! I would love to do more in the future.

  3. amommys2cents

    January 19, 2012 at 11:52 pm

    I’m enjoying reading your stories like this about other characters in the HP world 🙂

    • Jeyna Grace

      January 20, 2012 at 12:00 am

      Well, that is nice to hear 🙂

  4. On life and stuff

    January 20, 2012 at 12:19 am

    It is nice indeed! Although I simply can’t imagine such a horrible soul feeling any love towards anybody… But it was sweet and heartfelt.

    • Jeyna Grace

      January 20, 2012 at 12:23 am

      Everyone has a glint of light, I was just trying to make his more obvious. Thank you 🙂

  5. conversationswithmymuse

    January 20, 2012 at 2:23 am

    Love it. Everyone needs to know at some point there is a light, even in the darkest moments. It was beautifully written and I was once again transported to the world of HP. Thanks for that. Can’t wait to see what else you come up with.

    • Jeyna Grace

      January 20, 2012 at 10:38 am

      Yes, that is true 🙂 Thank you!

  6. kristina

    January 22, 2012 at 1:50 am

    wow jeyna! i was completely drawn in – you’re amazing!! 😉 😉 😉
    xoxo, kristina

  7. J Holmes

    January 22, 2012 at 5:13 am

    Hi. Very creative. I get tired of reading things that are too similar.

  8. holdenrules13

    January 30, 2012 at 8:18 am

    This is great! I haven’t read the Potter books in FOREVER, but this is really interesting 🙂

  9. krushworth

    January 31, 2012 at 2:14 pm

    Thank you for your comment on my images of the village of Lacock in England. I read your fan fiction, enjoyed it and wanted to tell you that the set house for James and Lilly Potter’s house is in the same town as well as many other scenes in Philosopher’s Stone and Half Blood Prince.

    Feel free to follow me on Twitter @RealmOfMyOwn if you’re tweeting. ( :

    • Jeyna Grace

      January 31, 2012 at 2:27 pm

      No problem, and thanks 🙂 Ah, now that has made me want to visit it more!

  10. becauseitsabouttime

    May 18, 2012 at 3:57 am

    You’re such a brilliant writer 😉 I hope you’ll gain lots of success! And loved the piece of music too – music and writing go so well together!

    • Jeyna Grace

      May 18, 2012 at 8:43 am

      Thank you 🙂 Oh yes, I was lucky enough to get permission from the composer for this post 🙂


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