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[a/n: YAAY finally i updated teehee sorry for the wait guys!! anyway ere goes chapter 5!! chapter 6 i am almost half done! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED!!! you guys are champs! :D]


The most gorgeous chapter pic by Violet from tda


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Hermione absolutely despised people who's convinced everything in the world exists for them. She was pretty sure Dolores was going to end up a Death Eater or married to one. She glowered at the thought.




She stopped as she saw a figure behind the shadows.




“That was a very awful thing to do, what you did to Dreizi,” a voice spoke. She thought she could hear a tinge of amusement from the boy's voice.




“She deserved it,” she said defensively, knowing it was the guy she sat with at dinner.




“I’m the Headboy, I could very well give you detention,” the voice muttered softly and threateningly.




“Do I strike you as someone who cares?” Hermione asked. If someone threatened to do this a few months ago she would’ve cared a great deal, but right now she didn't; all she cared about was to find her way back home and kill Voldemort, kill the one person who has caused her so much pain.


“When I found you near the forest, I thought you were dead.”




Hermione’s eyes grew wide. “You were the one that found me?”




“Yes… You were covered in blood and your clothes were all torn. Where did you come from?” It was not aquestion but a demand.




“That’s none of your business now is it?” she asked. “You must be Tom”


“How did you know?”




“I remember Madame Kempton mentioning your name once while I was the wing.”




“Yes, my name is Tom… Tom Riddle,” he said before finally stepping out of the shadows. Her brain suddenly felt disconnected for several seconds as she heard the name.

'It couldn't be'  Hermione saw that he was an exceptionally good-looking boy with jet-black hair and emerald green eyes that would make any girl weak in the knees. She was exactly how she had imagined he would look, described by Harry.


Hermione rapidly felt a chill went up her spine and her eyes darkened. She remembered Harry telling her about the young Voldemort. She gaped at him, stunned as she stood in front of the boy no more than seventeen years old who had already killed Myrtle, his own father and grandparents, framed his own uncle. He would go on to slaughter Harry’s parents, her parents, and Harry.




“You’re…




Millions of derogatory things to say ran through her mind. All she wanted to do at that very instant was to raise her wand and say those two words that would solve all of her problems and bring back all of the people that she had lost. Two words.




She tightened her grip on her wand preparing to murder the future Dark Lord.


 


“Miss Vane?” a voice inquired from behind Tom. She fumbled with her wand as she looked over the person behind him. Tom turned around to face Dumbledore walking closer to her with a soft smile and then he noticed Tom. “Ah, Mr. Riddle, I see you have had the pleasure of meeting Miss Vane.”


“Pleasure indeed.” He smirked, but hid it from his Professor.



 


“Shall I have the pleasure now of having a lovely chat with you in my office about your schedule for tomorrow, Miss Vane?”


Hermione’s heart was racing. If she’d have just lifted her wand one second prior all her problems would have been already solved. Millions of lives would be saved her parents, her school mates, her friends. Harry would have his parents back.




“Miss Vane?”


Hermione’s thoughts were interrupted as she looked back at the Professor and Riddle who were staring at her. “I-uh... I’d love to Professor.”




Dumbledore smiled at her and nodded at Tom. “Well you best be off now Tom. Have an exquisite evening.”




“Thank you Professor, goodnight,” he said, glancing at Hermione one last time before he started walking away.




Hermione glared at him as he left. Her feet were rooted to the spot as she still couldn’t quite believe she had just met the future Dark Lord. She wanted so badly to just lift her wand and blast him off to central Siberia.




“Shall we then?” Dumbledore smiled at her, not noticing that her whole body had gone numb and her wand hand was shaking madly.




Hermione closed her eyes tightly, calming herself, before looking up at her mentor and nodding.




They began walking, quietly at first before Dumbledore spoke. “Peculiar boy that one…,” he murmured almost to himself.




Hermione’s throat seemed parched. Her heart still would not calm down inside her chest. She now had a chance of a lifetime to change everything.




“Top in all his classes, Prefect, and now Headboy... almost every teachers’ favourite...” Hermione recalled.




“He told you this?” Dumbledore inquired.




“No, I heard from the girls I sat with at Dinner. He seemed just the type,” she spat.




“My dear, you seem as if you disagree with Mr. Riddle?”


 “Disagree? Oh no Professor, I am merely trying to tell you that beyond any awards and recognition... beyond any beautiful face or intelligence... you will never know what kind of darkness lies within. 'Thine heart of darkness may still blind you',” she told him, quietly. She remembered Harry telling her how everyone was blind to Riddles’ charm as she quoted what Dumbledore had once told her.




“You seem to be full of astuteness for someone your age, Miss Vane.” Dumbledore smiled at her. “I will keep your views in mind though, thank you”


Hermione merely nodded. They walked in silence after that, and after what felt like an eternity of stillness, they arrived at Dumbledore’s office. It was much smaller than the Headmaster’s office but was a little similar. It was a beautiful circular room filled with all of the Hogwarts colours in each side. The walls however did not contain portraits of previous headmaster and mistress and instead contained various awards.




Hermione looked at them curiously; knowing Dumbledore only lead her there to get the truth out of her. She then heard a soft chuckle coming from Dumbledore.




“Madame Baddock insisted on putting them up seeing as my walls looked too empty in her eyes.” Dumbledore nodded toward the seat across his desk. “Rather not a show of boasts, I say”


Hermione sat down; her mind was swarming with more lies she was ready to set off to Dumbledore but she was relieved to find that Dumbledore, instead, had pulled out a list of Hogwarts subject requirements. They spent a few minutes deciding on what subject she should do until she gasped in horror at what Dumbledore had told her.




“I am really sorry, Miss Vane, but Divination is mandatory”




“But-but—” Hermione sputtered. “How can it be mandatory?”




Dumbledore chuckled. “I’m afraid Professor Dippet has taken a liking towards Divination… I daresay he was particularly keen on that subject in his Hogwarts years. Why the distaste of it, may I ask?”





“The subject itself is ridiculous,” Hermione declared in a sniffy voice.




“You remember having to learn it then?”




Hermione looked at her hands and said, “No I… I just think the future is not laid out for us... it is something we make on our own.”




Dumbledore smiled thoughtfully, his light blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles. “That is exactly what I said to the headmaster a good few years ago.”




Hermione smiled up at him then frowned. “Well I suppose I would have to take it.” She sighed loudly while Dumbledore merely smiled at her.





There was an awkward silence after that as Hermione stared intently, ostensibly interested at a dirty spot on the floor. She knew he was just waiting for Hermione to tell him the truth. For some reason, this odd old man just seemed to know everything.




After what seemed like an eternity, Hermione broke the silence. “Well if that is all... Goodnight Professor,” she mumbled before standing up from her chair.




“Miss Vane?”




Hermione turned around. “Yes Professor?”




Dumbledore smiled at her, “I am sure you must find it hard to give your trust to complete strangers. After all, you have only known me no less than two days, but I would just like to tell you that you can trust me with anything...anything at all, and if you are ready.. My ears will be too.”




Hermione had tears brimming in her eyes as she looked at Albus Dumbledore’s twinkling blue eyes. She hesitated not knowing exactly what to do. If she told him about her secret, he would be able to help her get back home, but if she did, she also would not be able to seek revenge.




She cleared her throat as she made her decision. “I’m sorry sir but I do not know what you’re talking about”




Dumbledore stared at her with a disappointed look in his eyes.




Hermione had to turn her head away from him, afraid of the Professor’s eyes seemingly searching through her mind and soul but she felt defeated as she stared back at him. ‘I am so sorry Professor, but its best that you don’t know,’ she thought inwardly.




The Professor suddenly smiled up at her as if hearing what she had been thinking and said, “Very well then.”




Hermione stood up from her seat, relieved that Dumbledore was not shooting her with any more questions.




“I will accompany you to your common room,” the old wizard spoke, standing up from his huge velvet chair.




“Oh it’s no need Professor; I can find my own way there.”




“Miss Vane, you do not know your way around the castle.”




“I’d like a little adventure myself… the castle is beautiful. The girl's I met earlier told me where to find the common room.”


“If that is what your heart requests, you best be off Miss Vane, it does not do good to be wandering around the castle at night without anyone to accompany you.”




Hermione nodded, smiled then took off, wandering around the castle without any destination, feeling all different kind of emotions at that moment. Sadness, desperation, surprise, anxiety, worry and disgust. She didn’t know which one was more powerful than the other.




The fat lady ogled at her from within her portrait and asked, “Password?”




“Carpe Diem,” she spoke absentmindedly, still thinking about what the Professor might know about her.




“Password incorrect,” the portrait said, simply.




Hermione snapped out of her reverie and gawked at the fat lady, “No it’s not! I issued the password myself!”




The fat lady huffed at her, “Dear, not to be rude or anything, but I have never seen you in my life…are you sure you’re at the right house?”





“Of course I am, I’m headg—” suddenly, it all came flooding back to her. She shut her eyes for a few seconds. Not sure if she should be slamming her head against the wall out of her stupidity or her loneliness. Of course she was on the wrong common room, she was now a Slytherin.




“Oh I’m so sorry…” she mumbled before turning around. She had to stifle a scream as she came face to face with none other than Tom Marvolo Riddle.






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[a/n: Chapter dedicated to one of my favourite tr/hg stories, who inspired me to actually finish this chapter since she is updating hers really fast teehee.. anyway i hope you like this one!! I just got back from my vacation and i promise you a faster update after this!!!]

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