"What I hadn't known was Myrtle had been doing her research into my family as a surprise for me. Trying to find out who my mother had been in the hopes of finding my Father. She was very much like you Hermione" Tom said with a sad smile at his daughter. "Intelligent and vivacious. Even the most stoic Slytherin's grew to respect her as her own Witch instead of as my soulmate. On my birthday she presented me with her findings. She had already known that my most likely blood relation to the Slytherin family tree was the Gaunts. I had figured that out myself back in my fourth year. But after that I was stumped, the last Gaunt at Hogwarts was three generations ago. She had managed to find out about a young girl who had been almost a squib after all the abuse from her family, Merope. She had given me her last known address where her last known relative, brother Morfin lived. We had planned to go together when the school year ended and get my answers. But Dumbeldore ruined everything." Tom's magic swirled angrily with hatred, his eyes vibrant red while his hands shook. Harry and Hermione could only watch in horror as their Father stalked around in fury, his Magic felt unstable and broken. Smothering the area, the power was a taste in the air, encompassing everything. Cassiopeia had been quick to grab her husband and hold him close, allowing her magic to soothe him.