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Adult ++
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60,039
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Hmmm....who am I?
Time Changes All Things..Chapter two: Hmmm who am I?
Staring into dark blue eyes and noticing the wavy brown hair, the realization almost struck Hermione funny: Tom Riddle was one of the most handsome men that she had ever seen! Clearing her head she had to remember who this “handsome” boy would become.
Damn! Professor McGonagall had messed up her perfect plan. Hermione had figured on traveling to the time of the Marauders to stop Voldemort; before he even had a chance to kill the Potters. Hermione had thought she would at least be comfortable with the Marauders, even though they would be much younger. She had heard enough from Remus and Sirius to know what had happened to cause James and Lily’s death. She also knew what Voldemort would be doing during this period. Everything was pretty much planned out in her mind. Hermione had actually written out a detailed agenda, which now of course was memorized, of how she would accomplish destroying Voldemort. Now, she had the one person standing in front of her she wasn’t ready to face yet.
Even at this point in time Riddle exuded such power and command. Hermione could tell that he wasn’t a wizard that would be easily crossed.
“I asked you Miss…” dropping Hermione’s hand, “Who are you and why are you here at Hogwarts?” His demanding voice resonated through the hallway as Hermione tried to think of an adequate answer to give the insistent Head Boy.
“I’m here to speak to Professor Dumbledore. You see he is my ...cousin.” Hermione flinched inside. That was all that she could come up with? Looking at Tom she could see him rolling this declaration of Hermione’s through his mind. His brows were knitted together and a menacing scowl decorated his face.
“You, are Dumbledore’s cousin? Aren’t you a little young to be his cousin?” Riddle looked at her like she was a troll with three heads. His eyes were fixed on Hermione and waiting for an answer.
Hermione knew that this boy, almost a man, wasn’t the average dunderhead, like most his age. She would always have to be careful what she said around Riddle. The biggest problem was that she couldn’t think of a logical answer to give the wizard next to her; even though her whole scheme depended upon said answer. How do you deceive the biggest manipulator that the wizarding world ever dealt with? Hermione was known for her logic, not being insidious.
“I am actually a third cousin from his Father’s, Mother’s side. I am transferring here to finish my seventh year.”
Hermione gulped realizing that she was only digging the hole she was in, deeper. She tried to show some confidence as her story bubbled out of her mouth. It would have been better if real bubbles had been coming out of her mouth. She needed something to distract Tom from her doltish story. Now would be a good time to be a raving beauty with a drop dead figure. Her one great asset, her brain, seemed to have been left behind in 1998.
As she stood there, the reality of the time period crossed her mind. After reading Hogwarts a History three or four dozen times, she knew that the year now was 1944. If things had to have gone wrong, this was a good year to end up in. At least Tom Riddle was not yet, Lord Voldemort, and didn’t have the large legions of death eaters behind him; yet.
Shifting the game plan in her mind, she knew she had to try to do either one of two things, try to turn Tom away from his evil path or destroy him before he became too powerful. Hermione knew her wizarding history well enough that idea number one would be fruitless. According to history, Tom Riddle was well on his way in his seventh year to becoming The Dark Lord. He had already formed the early stages of his death eaters with a group he called, “The Knights of Walpurgis”.
So, that left the second possible solution, which was the outlined plan for the Marauders time. Hermione had to find people to form an alliance with; now that there were no Marauders yet to work with. The plans were still in place to find out as much as she could about the Horcruxes. At this point, most of them probably hadn’t even been made yet. Who would she be able to trust here? She wanted her revenge on Voldemort and she wanted to give her best friends a chance to live and grow old. There was only this strange kink in the plan, having to do away with the handsome Tom Riddle instead of the vile Lord Voldemort. You would think that this would make the whole design easier to carry out.
“Will you please take me to see Professor Dumbledore?” Hermione tried not to stare too long at Riddle. She didn’t want to give any of her feelings away.
Harry and Ron had always told her that her eyes were an open book to her soul….well that’s not exactly how they had said it.
Hermione recalled:
Harry said, “You give too much away with your eyes. “
Ron agreed, “I can always tell when you are worked up about something I have said. You have very angry eyes.”
Then they both had just laughed at her.
Hermione tried to hold back the tears; she didn’t want to show any weakness in front of Riddle. If there was anyone alive in the year 1944 who would take a person’s weakness and use it against them, it would be Tom Riddle. Hermione knew that he was suspicious and not truly buying Hermione’s story. But maybe he just always looked like this, very serious and ready to take your head off. Yes, she could believe that thought. After all, he didn’t become an evil bastard in one day, it happened throughout the years.
With pursed lips, Riddle turned on his heels and proceeded down the hallway. He even walked like he knew he already ruled the wizarding world. Let’s see, pompous, arrogant, and narcissistic; the list was very long to describe Riddle. Yes, one more word, charismatic; damn!
Stopping and turning around he inquired, “Are you coming or not?”
Hermione coming out of her daze shook her head and gave a weak smile, “Oh, yes, thank you.”
Now, what to tell Professor Dumbledore when he was told his long lost cousin was here.
A/N:Once again, thank you Curse Weaver for taking the time to beta this chapter. Your advice and wisdom is invaluable!
This chapter is another short one, sorry. But it is a necessary transition. I promise chapter three and four are longer.
Disclaimer: JKR is the owner of all characters, big and small, sweet and evil.
Next chapter is titled..."Game On". So the fun will really begin!
Staring into dark blue eyes and noticing the wavy brown hair, the realization almost struck Hermione funny: Tom Riddle was one of the most handsome men that she had ever seen! Clearing her head she had to remember who this “handsome” boy would become.
Damn! Professor McGonagall had messed up her perfect plan. Hermione had figured on traveling to the time of the Marauders to stop Voldemort; before he even had a chance to kill the Potters. Hermione had thought she would at least be comfortable with the Marauders, even though they would be much younger. She had heard enough from Remus and Sirius to know what had happened to cause James and Lily’s death. She also knew what Voldemort would be doing during this period. Everything was pretty much planned out in her mind. Hermione had actually written out a detailed agenda, which now of course was memorized, of how she would accomplish destroying Voldemort. Now, she had the one person standing in front of her she wasn’t ready to face yet.
Even at this point in time Riddle exuded such power and command. Hermione could tell that he wasn’t a wizard that would be easily crossed.
“I asked you Miss…” dropping Hermione’s hand, “Who are you and why are you here at Hogwarts?” His demanding voice resonated through the hallway as Hermione tried to think of an adequate answer to give the insistent Head Boy.
“I’m here to speak to Professor Dumbledore. You see he is my ...cousin.” Hermione flinched inside. That was all that she could come up with? Looking at Tom she could see him rolling this declaration of Hermione’s through his mind. His brows were knitted together and a menacing scowl decorated his face.
“You, are Dumbledore’s cousin? Aren’t you a little young to be his cousin?” Riddle looked at her like she was a troll with three heads. His eyes were fixed on Hermione and waiting for an answer.
Hermione knew that this boy, almost a man, wasn’t the average dunderhead, like most his age. She would always have to be careful what she said around Riddle. The biggest problem was that she couldn’t think of a logical answer to give the wizard next to her; even though her whole scheme depended upon said answer. How do you deceive the biggest manipulator that the wizarding world ever dealt with? Hermione was known for her logic, not being insidious.
“I am actually a third cousin from his Father’s, Mother’s side. I am transferring here to finish my seventh year.”
Hermione gulped realizing that she was only digging the hole she was in, deeper. She tried to show some confidence as her story bubbled out of her mouth. It would have been better if real bubbles had been coming out of her mouth. She needed something to distract Tom from her doltish story. Now would be a good time to be a raving beauty with a drop dead figure. Her one great asset, her brain, seemed to have been left behind in 1998.
As she stood there, the reality of the time period crossed her mind. After reading Hogwarts a History three or four dozen times, she knew that the year now was 1944. If things had to have gone wrong, this was a good year to end up in. At least Tom Riddle was not yet, Lord Voldemort, and didn’t have the large legions of death eaters behind him; yet.
Shifting the game plan in her mind, she knew she had to try to do either one of two things, try to turn Tom away from his evil path or destroy him before he became too powerful. Hermione knew her wizarding history well enough that idea number one would be fruitless. According to history, Tom Riddle was well on his way in his seventh year to becoming The Dark Lord. He had already formed the early stages of his death eaters with a group he called, “The Knights of Walpurgis”.
So, that left the second possible solution, which was the outlined plan for the Marauders time. Hermione had to find people to form an alliance with; now that there were no Marauders yet to work with. The plans were still in place to find out as much as she could about the Horcruxes. At this point, most of them probably hadn’t even been made yet. Who would she be able to trust here? She wanted her revenge on Voldemort and she wanted to give her best friends a chance to live and grow old. There was only this strange kink in the plan, having to do away with the handsome Tom Riddle instead of the vile Lord Voldemort. You would think that this would make the whole design easier to carry out.
“Will you please take me to see Professor Dumbledore?” Hermione tried not to stare too long at Riddle. She didn’t want to give any of her feelings away.
Harry and Ron had always told her that her eyes were an open book to her soul….well that’s not exactly how they had said it.
Hermione recalled:
Harry said, “You give too much away with your eyes. “
Ron agreed, “I can always tell when you are worked up about something I have said. You have very angry eyes.”
Then they both had just laughed at her.
Hermione tried to hold back the tears; she didn’t want to show any weakness in front of Riddle. If there was anyone alive in the year 1944 who would take a person’s weakness and use it against them, it would be Tom Riddle. Hermione knew that he was suspicious and not truly buying Hermione’s story. But maybe he just always looked like this, very serious and ready to take your head off. Yes, she could believe that thought. After all, he didn’t become an evil bastard in one day, it happened throughout the years.
With pursed lips, Riddle turned on his heels and proceeded down the hallway. He even walked like he knew he already ruled the wizarding world. Let’s see, pompous, arrogant, and narcissistic; the list was very long to describe Riddle. Yes, one more word, charismatic; damn!
Stopping and turning around he inquired, “Are you coming or not?”
Hermione coming out of her daze shook her head and gave a weak smile, “Oh, yes, thank you.”
Now, what to tell Professor Dumbledore when he was told his long lost cousin was here.
A/N:Once again, thank you Curse Weaver for taking the time to beta this chapter. Your advice and wisdom is invaluable!
This chapter is another short one, sorry. But it is a necessary transition. I promise chapter three and four are longer.
Disclaimer: JKR is the owner of all characters, big and small, sweet and evil.
Next chapter is titled..."Game On". So the fun will really begin!