Time Changes All Things: Now Complete

Author's Chapter Notes:
I hope that you are ready for this...the longest chapter I have ever written. There is a lot that happens in this chapter. Thanks goes to my beta Nicole for doing a fabulous job...as always!

(BTW…for those that don’t know, this story was originally written for the cliché challenge over at Granger Enchanted. I had the time turner category. This story has taken on a life of its own and has become more than a cliché fic to me. Thanks for reading!)


Chapter 13: A Time to Dance
"Next time you're mad, try dancing out your anger." ~~Sweet pea Tyler



“Hermione, it’s time to go back to our room,” Lucretia had tried the past half hour to get her to leave the library. Hermione just continued writing down the information that she was finding from her intense research.

Lucretia put her hand on Hermione’s arm and she finally looked up, “Why don’t we go back to our room and talk about our costumes.”

Hermione, after spending four hours in the library looked dazed, “What costumes, Lucretia?”

As she patted Hermione’s arm Lucretia told her, “The ball, Hermione…the Halloween costume ball.”

Slowly turning to look at Lucretia, Hermione gave her a tired and sad look, “It’s fine, you go ahead without me.”

Lucretia reached out and hugged Hermione to her. Quietly she soothed her, “I know things aren’t right between you and Tom,” she reached up to wipe a tear from Hermione’s face, “but I am always here if you need to talk.”

Hermione gave her good friend a half smile, “I know and I am so grateful for you.” Rising from her seat, Hermione started putting her books in her bag, “But this is something I need to work out on my own,”

Giving Lucretia’s hand a soft squeeze, she started to walk off. Looking over her shoulder Hermione added, “I will see you back in our room in awhile…don’t worry about me.”

Lucretia’s heart was breaking for Hermione’s. All that she had been able to weasel out of Abraxas was that something major had happened between Tom and Hermione and that it would be a miracle if they ever worked it out. With a big sigh, Lucretia grabbed her things and headed back to her room to wait for Hermione.

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This was the way that she liked it up here; very quiet; with a full moon over head and a sky full of stars. This was one of her and Harry’s favorite places to go and talk privately. They had shared many of their deepest worries, heartaches and desires with each other on this tower. Most couples came to snog on the Astronomy Tower; the two best friends had always gone there to confide and console.

With a slight breeze gently lifting strands of her hair to tickle her face, the October chill on this evening was actually comforting. Hermione thought back to the last night she and Harry had sat up here on the tower and had a good heart-to-heart talk. That talk had taken place two nights before the final battle; two nights before she had lost Harry to Voldemort’s curse.

With her eyes closed she let her mind drift to that peaceful night…

“Harry, you are very quiet tonight.” Hermione placed her hand on Harry’s arm to show him that she was here for him. Scooting closer to Hermione, Harry pulled her to him and he put his arm around her. Hermione let her head fall softly on his shoulder and she sighed.

After a few moments Harry spoke, “I’m scared, Hermione,” his voice cracked, “I know I should be ready for this, but I’m not.” Hermione felt Harry take a deep breath and shudder, holding back a sob that threatened to come out. “I’m not ready to die…yet”

Hermione felt Harry tighten his hold on her. “Harry, you are not going to die.” She tried to reassure him, even though in her heart she knew there was no guarantee, “Ron and I will both be there to help you fight him.”

Dropping his arm he turned Hermione to face him, “You don’t know that for sure” Harry’s cheerless eyes looked into hers, “It is ultimately me and me only that will have to kill Voldemort.”

Hermione could feel the sorrow and fear building in Harry’s heart and she felt helpless not knowing for sure how to help him. She lifted her hand up to caress Harry’s cheek. He leaned into her touch with closed eyes.

“Harry,” he opened his eyes at the sound of her voice, “I know…I know deep in my heart that you will defeat this maniac.”

The tears flowed freely down both of their faces. Harry leaned in towards Hermione and lightly brushed her lips with his. As the two friends kissed, they wrapped their arms around each other, deepening their kiss and Harry lowered Hermione gently to the ground. Harry, now laying on her, poured out all of his feelings into this connection.

Hermione ran her fingers through Harry’s thick hair. Harry’s hands started exploring the curves of Hermione’s firm breasts. Sliding over the taut tips jutting against the thin fabric of her blouse, Hermione moaned into Harry’s mouth. Harry couldn’t help himself from thrusting against the girl who had always stood by his side. Hermione opened her legs wide to Harry. If this was the only thing she could give him tonight, some comfort, then she would give freely of herself.

As the clothes gradually came off, Harry looked deep into Hermione’s eyes for acceptance at what was taking place. She looked up at him, giving him a nod and an amiable smile, he continued. They made love that night with no further expectations beyond the moment. First Hermione and then Harry climaxed; they lay breathing heavily, not looking at one another.

Finally Harry, grinning down at Hermione spoke, “Thank you, my best friend in the whole world,” and he nuzzled her neck.

“Harry,” she lifted his head up, “I never would have imagined it would be that good between us.” and she grinned at him. “If I had known that, I would have chased you instead of wasting my time with Ron.”

Harry gave a huge laugh and hugged Hermione tightly to him. “I love you, Hermione.”

“I love you too, Harry.” Hermione hugged him back. Both of them knew that it wasn’t romantic love, but true unconditional love.

Two nights later Hermione would cradle a dead and battered Harry in her arms.

As Hermione sat remembering that one, calm and consoling night with Harry, she hugged her knees tightly to her chest and rocked back and forth. She suddenly felt the coolness around her, whether from the October weather or from her feelings festering inside. How would Harry view her now? Would he still love her if he knew what she had become? Would she ever be able to explain to him how she had fallen in love with Tom Riddle, the enemy? That would be a difficult explanation, considering she couldn’t even explain it to herself.

Hermione looking up towards the stars softly called out, “I’m sorry, Harry…”


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Tom off in his room, alone, was feeling great sadness and he knew where it was coming from. Ever since the bonding, he and Hermione unwittingly shared their feelings with each other. Sometimes it was a good thing and other times it was a downright bother. For some reason, it had truly bothered him that Hermione was still mad at him, but was also feeling more sorrow for him and the decisions he had made. Tom wondered where she was right now, but he didn’t feel that she was in her room. The Eternal Flames tattoo was only burning a little; very different from the other night when she had left in such a huff. He had wanted to go to her for several days now, but the tattoo was an indicator of her feelings towards him, and he knew he was better off just staying away for awhile. They would need to work harder on dealing with the feelings they were sharing with each other. There were things that he would not want Hermione to know he was doing, especially when he would be receiving extra training from Flamina. But for now, his woman was sitting somewhere with a broken heart and he had a feeling much of the heartache was because of him.


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The Saturday before the ball Tom and his Inner Circle sat hunched together in Tom’s bedroom.

“It is time to change the name of our organization.” Tom spoke intently to his men. “We need to formulate something that will cause terror to rise in the hearts of all men and women; mudbloods and wizards alike,” Tom instructed.

The quiet of the meeting was interrupted when the door was thrown open and Hermione marched in holding a large, clothing box. As she approached Tom she threw the box at his chest. “Oomph” Tom’s breath was stifled as the box hit him.

“Damn it, woman, what is wrong with you?” Tom bellowed, not in the mood to deal with a crabby Hermione.

“This doesn’t mean that I agree to do anything that someone wants me to that I don’t want to,” Hermione blurted out quickly and vehemently. Alphard looked to Casper, who looked to Radbourne, all in great confusion. Tom and Abraxas glanced at each other, as they were the only ones who had an inkling to what Hermione’s ramblings were signifying.

“Also, I still think that you were wrong,” now Hermione’s finger was shaking at Tom, “and you should have consulted with me before you asininely promised anyone else anything from me or you!”

Alphard turned to Casper, “Are you understanding anything that is rattling out of Hermione’s mouth?” Casper shaking his head muttered back, “Most of the time I don’t, mate.”

Tom in the meantime, was holding his breath that Hermione wasn’t going to spill specifics about what had happened in the chamber. So far her cryptic ramblings were stumping most of the men.

Hermione stopped, looked at Tom like she was waiting for an answer and then clenched her jaw. Shooting daggers at Tom, she sneered at all of the men in the room and left the way she had come; slamming the door on her way out.

“Can we just start calling her, “Hermione the Tornado”? Abraxas asked laughing cautiously.

“What did she throw at you?” Radbourne tried peeking in the box. Tom slammed the lid back down on the box.

“I think I know what this is,” he explained, “and I believe this is her way of telling me she will still go with me to the ball. “ Tom lifted the lid of the box and pulled out a very grand Arabian Sheik’s costume; the rich dark outer robes with white under robes and gold trim. Along with the headpiece it would make a very impressive costume.

“So what famous couple are you going as?” Abraxas questioned curiously.

“Hermione refused to have us dress as a well known famous couple. So I am an Arabian Sheik,” Tom hesitated and looked around at all of his men, “and Hermione insists on dressing as a Harem girl.”

Alphard with a dumb grin on his face commented, “I can’t wait to see that,” and was immediately knocked back into his chair by an irritated Tom.

“That’s what I was afraid of,” Tom glowered. “Now…where were we...oh yes, a replacement name for the Knights…”

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As the Knights were meeting in the dungeons, so were another group of young men in the Gryffindor Common Room. The seventh year in charge inquired, “Are all of the plans in place for next Saturday?”

Another Gryffindor spoke up, “Yes, our plan to teach Tom Riddle a lesson is ready.”

With a malicious grin and a clap of his hands he jovially said, “It is time to pay back our Head Boy for his sins against our fellow housemates.” All of the gathered men nodded in agreement.

“The best way to do this is through his girlfriend.” Hearing this comment, the laughter in the room rose to new heights. “Neither one of them will have a clue about this and boom, we will strike!”

“She isn’t some sheltered girl who is afraid to use her wand…can we really handle her?” another boy asked.

“We have worked on a way to stifle her and her power that she likes to flaunt. She will not cause us any problems.” They were all intrigued about how they would accomplish this, but knew better than to push their own leader.

“Remember,” he directed as he looked at each man, “11:00 will be the hour and no one will speak of this again until 10:55 when we gather that night. Agreed?”

All the men nodded in agreement. The leader of the group smirked and thought of Tom’s beautiful girlfriend, and how she would be caught in their trap and made to pay for her boyfriend’s offenses.

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A week later found the Slytherin girls gathered in Lucretia and Hermione’s room to prepare for the ball. There was a vast array of costumes that were littered around the room; not one costume like the other.

Hermione stepped out of the bathroom and all of the girls squealed and gasped. None of them had ever seen a costume quite like Hermione’s. Not one of them would dare wear a costume like hers, or want to deal with their boyfriend’s reaction, as they knew Hermione would have to later.

Hermione was dressed as a Harem girl in sheer black material. She wore a black headpiece that covered her hair and a veil that covered her face. The costume came with a black bra trimmed on the underside with silver coins all around. The sleeves started at her biceps and came to her wrists. On the bottom she wore a black g-string with black sheer over pants; the sides split all the way from hip to ankle. Hermione was not afraid to bare her shoulders or her belly. She quite liked shocking the people living in this time. After so many years as “boring Hermione”, she was actually enjoying being more adventurous in her clothing choices. Tonight was a night to awe Tom and all of the other males at Hogwarts. She wanted Tom to realize how lucky he was to have her and see how easy it would be for someone else to be attracted to her and steal her away.

“So everyone, what do you think?” Hermione asked as she twirled around the room. All of the girls just sat and stared, waiting for someone else to make the first comment.

Bravely Lucretia stepped forward, “You are beautiful, Hermione,” then she hesitated, “But do you think that Tom will be angry when he sees you?”

Hermione started laughing, “Tom will be so full of lust he won’t have any room for anger.” Seeing the shocked looks on her friend’s faces she tried to convince them, “This is just a costume for one night. I am not going to be wearing it daily to class.” Now she was starting to get annoyed. “I thought for sure that I would have the support of my friends here.

“It’s not that we don’t support you, Hermione,” Lucretia tried to reassure her; “we just don’t want you and Tom to fight tonight.”

“It will be fine, trust me.” Hermione smiled and looked around to see if she was getting through to anyone.
Amanda came forward, “Hermione, are you sure you don’t want to change the costume; maybe cover your stomach or something?”

“I will be fine. This whole thing will be fine.” Hermione was tired of trying to convince her friends, “If Tom is totally outraged when he sees me, then I can always transfigure the costume a bit.” It was as if she had spoken a spell and suddenly the cheery atmosphere came back to the room. Inside, she truly hoped that Tom would not go wild and would appreciate the efforts she had put forth putting her costume together. Anyhow, she couldn’t wait to see Tom in his Sheik’s costume. Once they were side-by-side, no one would think anything negative about her and her costume.



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“I look…well…” Tom could not think of the words to really describe how he was feeling about his costume. All in Sheik’s garb, he had charmed a beard and mustache on his face, and he felt very exotic and power; but he would never admit that to any of his inner circle. Looking at the others, a few wearing tights with their costumes, he realized that his costume wasn’t so bad after all.

“So are you curious about what Hermione is wearing?” Abraxas was testing Tom’s mood for the evening.

“Yes I am curious.” Tom confided, “But I am also worried about the lack of clothing that she will be wearing.”

“It’s time men,” Radbourne announced, “Our ladies are waiting for us to escort them to the ball.”

Taking a deep breath, Tom grabbed his wand, tucking it away for safe keeping. Who knew what shenanigans would be taking place tonight; after all it was Halloween and he was still Head Boy even at the ball.

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The men gathered in the common room and waited by the roaring fire. They heard the excited giggles first, coming from their ladies, before they saw them. When they entered the common room you could have heard a collective sigh of admiration from the men, as they looked at the women they would be escorting to the ball.

Tom could not spy Hermione for all of the big wigs and hoop skirts. The women came to a stop smiling shyly at their dates. As if on cue, the women parted and Hermione stepped in front of the men as they all openly leered at her. Tom was stunned at Hermione’s get-up; even more so than what she had worn during their duel.

Speaking to no one in particular he asked, “So, when you see Hermione in her costume what do you think?”

Alphard, never failing to speak before he would think answered, “Fuck.”

Tom turning to him said testily, “Yes, precisely what I was worried about when she said she wanted to dress up like a Harem girl.”

As soon as the word flew out of Alphard’s mouth, the smile left Hermione’s face.

Marching up to Tom, with hands on her hips, she said, “That’s not fair,” Hermione said saucily, “I look…exotic.”

Alphard hearing this whispered to Abraxas, “More like erotic.” And he tried not to laugh.

Taking Hermione into his arms he looked down at her, “You really do look beautiful,” and he lifted her veil to kiss her, “But I am just troubled by how all of the men are looking at you.”

“What’s important, Tom, is that I care only about how you are looking at me.” Hermione said tenderly.

At seeing that Tom and Hermione were getting along at the moment, Lucretia let out a big breath and announced, “It is time the Slytherin Royalty made their way to the ball. Shall we?” Each male found his matching female and they started making their way to the Great Hall.



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The doors to the Great Hall opened and they all were rendered speechless. Tom only smiled at the reaction coming from his friends. With Tom in charge, he had not wanted the typical “Halloween” decorations. After much arguing with Eleanor, Tom had finally gotten his way. The ball was taking place as a Moroccan fantasy. Tom had figured that if he had to dress like a Sheik, then the decorations would center around his costume.

The exotic scene was set with sheer silky fabric draped from the ceilings to create a tent like effect. A Saharan desert oasis with a huge water feature was surrounded by sand and palm trees placed everywhere. Incense was burning in a rich fragrance from each table. The rich decorations were all in earthy tones of red, orange and brown and some cool blues; along with rich metallic gold.

Placed all around the hall were various baskets, rugs, paper lanterns, golden candles and feather fans. Real camels, donkeys and lambs rounded out the fantastic decorations. A special charm was placed on the animals to protect all of the guests from their smells.

The highlight of the evening was dinner served Moroccan style. . As they sat down, colorful, brocade cushions were arranged on the floor and dinner was served on a low table. Like a traditional Moroccan dinner, guests bathed their fingers with warm, perfumed water. The house elves walked around the tables with a pitcher of water and poured a little water over the fingers of each guests, catching it in a small bowl.

Playing in the background was a live professional Moroccan band, taking turns with a sitar player. There were snake charmers performing while dinner was being enjoyed. Fortune tellers were wandering from table to table giving fortunes to those looking for happy futures. Tom waved the fortune teller away when she came to their table. Hermione whispered to him, “I don’t need anyone else telling me what I am supposed to be doing with my life.” Tom of course whole heartedly agreed.

Dinner was a culinary masterpiece. At the center was Moroccan roasted lamb, cooked so tender that one was able to pull it apart and eaten with the fingers. It was topped with raisins and onion sauce. Also served was trout stuffed with couscous, almonds and herbs. Warm chickpea salad with ginger and carrot and orange salad, along with Turkish and pita breads were some of the side dishes. Fresh fruits and nuts accompanied the meal. For drinks, they had fresh mint tea and cardamom coffee. To top it all off were the Moroccan desserts; saffron and cardamom crème caramel custard and Moroccan sweets: rich dense confections of cinnamon, almond and fruit perfumes that are rolled in phyllo dough soaked in honey and stirred in puddings.

After dinner everyone sat and stared at each other with huge eyes. “Oh Gods,” cried Lucretia, “I can’t move, let alone breathe.”

“Then it’s time we start the dancing don’t you think?” Tom bounded up and walked over to speak with Headmaster Dippet.

“May I have your attention?” Headmaster Dippet spoke, “Now that we have all stuffed ourselves silly with that fine Moroccan feast, we need to thank our Head Boy, Tom Riddle and Head Girl, Eleanor Courcy for planning this fine evening.” The entire room burst into applause and cheers. Tom and Eleanor bowed and he actually smiled at Eleanor.

“The ball will now be started with the traditional opening dance with our Head Boy and Head Girl in the lead.” By all appearances, it looked as if Tom was enjoying his first dance with the Head Girl. Hermione standing at the side had her arms crossed in front of her with a stony look on her face.

Over her shoulder she felt someone touch her waist and lean over to whisper in her ear, “It is only one dance, Hermione,” Abraxas reminded her, “It will be over soon and then he is just yours for the rest of the evening.”

Leaning back into Abraxas, Hermione looked up at him and mouthed a quiet “thank you”.

Tom, looking over at Hermione, wondered what in the hell Abraxas and Hermione were up to. With the song finally finished, Tom stomped over, looking quite menacing, and literally swept Hermione off of her feet and took her out to the dance floor.

“You, harem girl, belong to me!” and he pressed her intimately to him. Even through the Sheik’s robes Hermione could feel Tom’s hardened state and how little effort it would be later to convince him to take her somewhere more private. Bending down Tom pulled down Hermione’s veil so he could kiss her lips. As the lovers melted into each other, Tom caressed Hermione’s backside. Shivering with want, Hermione stood on her tip toes to feel more of Tom while he wrapped one of her legs around him. Ignoring the fact that hundreds of people were watching them, they continued fondling one another.

“When do we get some of that?” questioned a Gryffindor in a back corner.

“Shhh”, was the answer back along with a swat to his head. “The time is soon approaching, it is 10:30, and we meet at 10:55.” Staring maliciously at Hermione he added, “There will be plenty of time for all of us to have our share.”

At the end of the song, Tom and Hermione left the dance floor happy and laughing. “It is such a wonderful night, Tom.” Hermione looked at Tom as if he were already ruling the world.

“Does this mean that you are not angry at me anymore?” Tom looked with hopeful and loving eyes towards Hermione.

Wrapping her arms around Tom’s neck, she reached up to seize his lips, kissing him long and deep. Tom’s mouth moved on hers savagely, as his tongue invaded hers, tasting the sweet tang of honey.

As Hermione pulled away they both were left weak, dizzy and breathless. “I need to go to the loo.”

“Hurry back soon, “Tom said suggestively, “So we can pick up where we left off.” Blowing him a kiss, she grabbed Lucretia’s hand and they ran off giggling the whole way.



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“Are you having a good time, Hermione?” asked Lucretia.

“Oh yes, how about you and Abraxas?”

“I’m not sure that we are having as much fun as you and Tom,” Lucretia smiled, “But I hope that things pick up before the evening ends.”

“I can’t believe that I am in here again. “ Hermione explained, “I have been a regular visitor here the past two weeks. I wonder what’s wrong with my bladder.”

Lucretia looked at Hermione suspiciously, “Have you been feeling tired also?”

“I already told you that I have,” Hermione answered, “But I have been putting in some late nights while studying my special research project for Tom.”

“Ok…I have one more question to ask you…and don’t get angry at me… when was your last menstrual cycle?”

“Gods, Lucretia, what are you trying to imply…oh shite, I don’t remember,” Hermione started panicking as she tried to figure out her cycle.

Looking over at Lucretia with wide eyes she remembered, “I’m late…about 2 weeks late.” Her breathing started to become uneven and she started to sway and Lucretia helped her sit down.

“I can’t be pregnant; I have been on a contraceptive potion for years.” Hermione tried to reason with Lucretia and herself. “I’m sure I’m late because of all of the stress I have been under lately.” Hermione’s mind was a whirl as she thought about the possibility of having a child growing inside of her. This is what Tom had wanted.

“Do you think Tom will be angry if you are?” Lucretia was worried about one more reason for Tom and Hermione to fight again.

Shaking her head she said, “No…Tom wants a son.” That was all that she could explain to her friend.

“But you two are way too young and still in school.” Lucretia’s voice started raising, “You can’t have a baby right now.” Hermione sat in shock not really hearing the words Lucretia was saying.

Pulling out her wand, Lucretia said, “I know how to do a quick spell to check to see if you are pregnant.” Taking her wand and placing it over Hermione’s uterus, she saw Hermione close her eyes.

“You need to open your eyes,” Lucretia directed, “It’s time to smell the roses. It’s time to pay the piper. It’s time to…”

“Stop with the clichés! I’m opening my eyes,” groaned Hermione. In front of her, she saw the tip of Lucretia’s wand and it was glowing a bright, pale blue.

“Oh no,” she groaned out again. Putting her hand up to her forehead she looked down at her stomach. “I really hate my life, but Flamina will be so happy now,” she whispered.

“What did you say, Hermione?” Lucretia could hardly even hear what Hermione was saying.

“I said nothing…but you must not tell anyone about this. Promise me?” Hermione begged Lucretia for her silence. “We need to get back or the men will get worried.”

As they stood up Lucretia looked at Hermione forlornly and hugged her tight. “It will be OK, we will think of something.”
The two friends left the loo to head back to the Great Hall.

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The hand came out of the darkness to strike Lucretia over the head. She fell down colliding with the wall and was dragged into a dark hallway. Another set of arms reached out to smack Hermione across the face and she went crashing onto the floor.

Hermione heard, “Silencio” and mid-scream she realized nothing had come out. Someone jumped up and straddled her, pushing her back onto the floor. Another set of hands held her arms when she started to fight back. Trying to summon her power, she didn’t get too far, when her mouth was forced open and she was made to swallow some nasty tasting potion. As soon as it went down her throat, she could feel all of her energy and power dissipating. Her wandless magic was not working and her thinking was becoming all fuzzy. What was happening to her?

“Stand her up,” she heard a voice command, “Put the hood over her head.” A rough hood was thrown over her face and she struggled to breath. Strong hands roughly grabbed both of her arms and they dragged her along the hallway. Hermione with great effort tried to resist, but she had no vigor left. Every second that went by she became weaker and more fragile. Now she could feel only the faint strum of her magic running through her. She knew that she needed to let Tom know what was happening to her, but was unsure in her current state if he would be able to feel her.

They reached the front doors and quickly dragged Hermione out and that’s when true fear sunk into Hermione’s heart. To be taken to a second location was never a good thing, and not being able to see where they were going was even worse.

Hermione stumbled and fell onto the cool grass, while someone kicked her in the side knocking the wind out of her. “Get up, bitch!” Strong hands yanked her across a gravel pathway and she felt the rocks embed into her knees. The blood ran down her legs, feeling cold, as it trickled onto her feet.

Screaming Tom‘s name in her mind, she felt hopeless and wondering if she would make it through the night.


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Tom and Abraxas had just tried the Moroccan punch, which consequently had just been spiked with fire whiskey by Alphard.

“How long does it take to freshen up anyhow?” asked Tom “I thought they said they just had to visit the loo?” Tom looked over at the main doors to the Great hall, concern written all over his face.

“You know women, “ Abraxas said, “They not only go to take care of business, but they also have to redo their makeup, laugh and giggle, and compare notes about their evening.”

Tom searched around the room to see if Hermione had entered while they were talking. There was not one sign of her; he was not feeling good about this.

Tom reached up to rub his face, it hurt and he was feeling very dizzy. What was going on and why was he suddenly feeling sick to his stomach? His hand started itching all around his Eternal Flames tattoo. He could feel that it was starting to heat up.

Running to the doors, he ran out into the hallway and looked around. He could not see Hermione or Lucretia anywhere. For the first time in his life, he felt true panic overtaking him and real concern for someone other than himself.


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