With a gentle gesture of his wand, the grass opens for him. The grave exhumes itself on his behalf, dirt piling up to the side until an elegant casket is revealed. Another gesture opens the lid. The body’s in a right sorry state. Tom Riddle Senior. Quite a sad tale, if the accounts of things are to be believed. Harry only really knows what he could dig up after the war, which was already decades after the Riddle family was slain, so stories are unreliable at best, and outright lies at worst. As far as Harry gathered, though, the poor man was just going about his life. Sure, a bit prissy and rich and all that, but not an inherently bad person, caught up in Merope Gaunt’s desperate search for love and validation, only to be slain by the son conceived through his repeated rapes by Merope. Just another victim. Harry wishes he could have saved Riddle too, and his parents, but...it was not to be, it seems.