Morfin Gaunt – he was Tom’s uncle. Harry’s stomach sank, though he didn’t know why. He picked up the parchment and found a small stack of papers underneath it. They were muggle papers, the texture thinner and more processed than wizarding parchment, the letters neat and uniform the way only a typewriter could make them. He skimmed the paper until the name he dreaded seeing caught his eye: Tom Riddle. He looked at the next paper in the stack – Thomas Riddle – and the one underneath – Mary Riddle.