Time Changes All Things: Now Complete

Disclaimer: Again…I don’t own these wonderful characters, just borrowing them!

Author's Chapter Notes:
Wow, great feedback from the last chapter. Thanks to all that reviewed. Chapter 10 is the fall out from the duel and a rough patch for Tom and Hermione.

Thanks once again goes to the fabulous beta, Nicole! Despite her busy life right now,(Congrats to the graduate!) she got this done for me! :)

Chapter 10: Never Say You’re Sorry

“What’s wrong with her?” Tom moodily demanded. “It’s been over a week and she still won’t talk to me.”

“She won’t talk to me either,” said Alphard shrugging his shoulders.

“You dim-witted eegit”, said Abraxas cuffing Alphard on the head, “You looked up her skirt and then announced to all of Hogwarts she wasn’t wearing any knickers. You‘ll be lucky if she ever talks to you again.”

Ignoring the side conversation, Tom ranted, “What did she expect that I was going to let her win?” Tom raised his voice in indignation.

“Did she want me to let her win because we are lovers?” Tom continued his angry outburst as he paced across the room. “I am better than her at dueling, “he threw out as he made another stride across the room. “I was even being easy on her”

“Then you need to make it up to her some way,” offered Casper Crouch.

“I do not stoop that low,” explained Tom, “I will not grovel at her feet,” he hissed at Casper.

“Then you just better get used to a cold, empty bed, you arsehole,” said Alphard smugly. Grabbing Alphard by his shirt, Tom lifted him from his seat and threw him roughly against the wall.

“You do not talk to me that way,” Tom bellowed out, “you will remember your place and who-I –am,” Tom glared stonily at Alphard. Tom gripped Alphard’s shirt and tie so tightly that Alphard’s air was being cut off, turning Alphard a pale grey color. Abraxas and Casper forcibly dragged Tom away and Alphard fell to the floor in an unconscious heap

Abraxas got into Tom’s face, “Take care of this problem with Hermione,” he boldly demanded to Tom, “You can’t go around attacking your loyal followers.”

Enraged Tom pushed Abraxas away from him,” I will do as I damn well please; I am the Dark Lord.”

Abraxas picking himself up off of the floor rubbed the back of his head where it had hit a desk. Tom rushed out of the room fuming while Casper tried to revive Alphard.

Abraxas looked at Casper, “He’s like a Muggle bomb ready to explode.”

A dismayed Casper agreed, “Yes, but who else is going to be harmed in the crossfire?”





Hermione sat by the lake trying to study. It had been a week since the duel with Tom that had turned into a fiasco. Since then, she had done everything in her power to avoid Tom. Hermione was still so angry with him, that at moments, she could hardly even breathe. All that she really wanted was an apology from him. Hermione knew deep down, that the apology would probably never happen. More and more she was thinking that maybe she should dig out her time turner and head back home or try again for the Marauders time. Hermione loved Tom, but not the Dark Lord.

Hermione started to stand up when she saw a pair of black shoes that happened to be attached to the handsome body of Tom Riddle. Tom looked down at Hermione and noticed the vacant look on her face.

“We need to talk for a minute,” Tom demanded as he sat down next to Hermione.

Staring straight ahead Hermione said, “Ok…talk”.

Tom noticing Hermione’s cold attitude tried to push down the rage he had been feeling earlier. He knew in this instance that showing annoyance would get him nowhere with the stubborn Hermione.

Trudging forward through the tension Tom started, “I just wanted you to know that you were brilliant during our duel.” He stopped for a moment; to let what he said to Hermione, sink in. She was actually stunned by his statement. It was not what she had expected him to say.

Looking at Tom she said faintly, “Thank you,” and then she looked back at the lake.

As they both sat there quietly, the silence was deafening. Neither Tom nor Hermione knew what to say or if they should say what they were thinking.

Finally Tom spoke, “I’m not sure what else you expect me to say, Hermione.” Hermione again sat silently staring at the giant squid thrashing about in the lake. “You can either stay angry with me or let this go.” Tom said a little more callously than he should have.

All that met Tom’s declaration was more silence from the women sitting next to him. . Tom felt like strangling the obstinate woman who was not making this easy for him.

Finally frustrated beyond belief, Tom jumped up and bent down in front of Hermione. Nose to nose he bellowed out, “I told you when I first met you that I never say I am sorry to anyone, not even you!”

Hermione not putting up with Tom’s theatrics, stood up swiftly, pushing Tom so hard that he landed on his arse. “Fuck off,” she screamed in his face. Tom sat on the ground cussing Hermione back as he watched her run towards the castle.






As soon as Hermione got to her room she opened up her trunk. Rummaging through to the very bottom she reached for her time turner. As she put her hand in the far right corner where she had left it, she felt nothing. All that was there was the red silk cloth that she had wrapped the time turner in. Reaching in again, she felt around all of the corners and again came up with nothing. Getting panicked, she started throwing things haphazardly out of the trunk. Lucretia entered the room as shirts, skirts socks and books were flying in all directions. Hermione was now in hysterics as she couldn’t find the time turner anywhere in her trunk.

“Oh Gods, Lucretia; it’s gone!” Hermione screamed still flinging things across the room. “I can’t find it,” she sobbed.

Lucretia ran to Hermione’s side grabbing her by the shoulders, “What can’t you find, Hermione?”

Still in a frenzy Hermione tried to reach back into her trunk, “It‘s not there, I can’t get another one.” Lucretia tried to make sense of what Hermione was voicing, but was having no luck.

Hermione climbed up on her bed, face down, and continued sobbing. Lucretia knew that she wouldn’t be able to help Hermione. She left to find the only person that she knew could provide help; Tom.






As Tom stepped into Hermione and Lucretia’s room it looked like a tornado had swept through. He found Hermione curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth on the bed. He sat down on the bed and reached out to Hermione and she flinched away from his touch. Desperately trying to keep his cool, Tom once again put his hand on Hermione’s shoulder. This time she didn’t flinch, but stopped rocking and sat up. As she hugged her knees to her chest the tears started falling again. In a bolder move Tom stretched his arms around Hermione and she collapsed in his arms. Tom tried to distinguish what he was feeling for Hermione right now. It was sympathy, but was such a foreign feeling to him; he did not know how to recognize it. He held her until the crying stopped.

“It’s gone, Tom,” she said softly, “I know someone stole it.”

Tom rested his chin on top of Hermione’s head, “What’s gone, love?” Tom inquired, “Maybe we can look together for whatever is missing.”

Hermione shook her head back and forth, “No, I have a feeling that I will never get it back.”

“Well it would help if I knew what was missing,” Tom pushed Hermione to tell him the whole story.

“I can’t tell you, Tom.” Hermione scooted away from him.

“Damn, Hermione! How can I help you if I don’t know what going on?”

Looking at Tom with puffy eyes she spat out, “I didn’t ask for your help!”

Jumping off of the bed and throwing his hands in the air he yelled, “You are such a stubborn woman! You give a new definition to the term inflexible!”

Hermione jumped up and shouted back at him, “You wouldn’t like me any other way, admit it!”

As Tom stared at the beautiful, incensed Hermione he couldn’t help himself from becoming so aroused it hurt to stand. Pulling Hermione towards him he locked his lips to her and demanded entrance into her mouth. As he felt Hermione merging into his embrace he held her tighter and drew her even closer. Hermione felt the evidence of Tom’s longing for her pressing into her stomach. She wanted to give in to this hunger that they felt for one another, but other things distracted her.

Pulling away from Tom she said, “There is someone I need to confront.”

Tom grabbed her hand, “Let me come with you,” he asked, “I can help you with this.”

Hermione shaking her head turned him down, “No, this is something I need to do on my own.” Giving him a small smile she added, “I will be back here soon; please wait for me here?”

Tom nodded and sent Hermione off with a, “Be strong.” Hermione left to meet head-on who she thought was responsible for her problems.





The door of the Transfiguration classroom was crashed open intruding on Dumbledore's lesson. The second year students all ducked under their desks as a strong wind blew through the classroom.

Professor Dumbledore calmly looked up as Hermione stormed into his classroom. “We need to talk, old man,” she demanded, “Now!”

With a placid tone Dumbledore announced, “Class is dismissed for today.” All of the second years hurried out trying not to stare at the enraged Hermione.

“Now, Miss MacMillan,” asked Dumbledore dryly, “Why are you here disrupting my class?”

“You know why I am here, “Hermione said in a manic voice. “I believe you know a lot about the things that have been happening to me the past few days.”

Dumbledore’s eyes narrowed as he sat silently staring at his accuser.

Hermione continued her accusations,” I want back what belongs to me.”

Dumbledore again answered in a steady voice, “I do not understand, my dear.”

Hermione let out a shrill laugh, “You want me to believe that you don’t have a clue as to why I am here?” She ran forward and smacked her hands down on Dumbledore’s desk. “I know that you stole my time turner!” Hermione screamed in Dumbledore’s face.

As Dumbledore rose slowly he leaned over to face Hermione, “Even if, and I say if, I took your time turner into my safe keeping, “he slowly drawled, “You will never get it back.” He stood without another glance and left the classroom.

Hermione stood at the desk, with clenched fists; while the blackness stirred within her growing larger minute by minute.





Tom sat in Hermione’s room waiting and wondering what was happening with her. He knew that Hermione was skilled at Occlumency and was able to shut him out of her mind; if she wasn’t letting her guard down. Tom could feel when Hermione was heading back to the dungeons. The raw anger was coupled with the vast darkness that was encircling Hermione’s soul. He readied himself for the explosion that would be imploding into the room any second.

Just as expected, the door was flung open with magic and went sailing across the room. The door cracked in several pieces as it hit the wall and Tom’s excitement rose. Tom once again saw the Hermione standing in front of him that made his blood and cock rise. Using all of his power he tried to hold himself back and not pounce on Hermione.

Hermione started shooting off streams of wandless magic; exploding a vase of flowers, incinerating an old textbook on the desk and flipping over Lucretia’s bed with a flick of her wrist. Tom standing dumb struck, was becoming more and more stimulated. It was thrilling for him to see the commanding Hermione that he had dreamed about.

Hermione’s robes shot off of her from her hitting Tom in the face. She turned to Tom, “Dumbledore!” she growled out. Tom smirked back at her, as he had suspected that Dumbledore was behind Hermione’s troubles.

Hermione turned to Tom grabbing her right hand and grimaced. Tom simultaneously grabbed his left hand as he felt the flames of the Eternal Flames tattoo burning his palm. Hermione trying to shoot down the pain asked Tom, “What does this mean? Why do the tattoos feel like they are on fire?” Tom welcomed the pain as it showed, once again, that their bonding had taken place and the prophecy was being fulfilled.

“I’m not sure, Hermione, but it is a message from the Gods.” Tom knew he needed to find out what the God's were trying to communicate to him and Hermione. He started planning in his mind how to accomplish this by an ancient ritual he had read about.

“Well bloody hell, what are they trying to say?” Hermione interrupted Tom's thoughts, “Couldn’t they find some other way to communicate that wasn’t so painful?” Hermione spouted off bossily and shaking her hand.

Tom started laughing at this statement, “Well look at you, first you take on Dumbledore and now you want to take on the Gods.”

Hermione standing in the middle of her chaotic room also bent over in laughter. Tom walked over to her and slid his arms around her giving her a big squeeze. As they shared this moment, despite the volatile day they had experienced, they knew they had each other to help them through.

Tom knew next what he needed to do though and he wasn't going to let Hermione in on his plan. This was something that only he had the knowledge and powerful magic to accomplish.


Chapter End Notes:
Ahead in Chapter 11: This chapter will be very different from anything you have read yet! I wrote all of it in one night until 3:00 a.m. strange things go through your mind during those wee hours of the morning! ;)