Time Changes All Things: Now Complete

Message to all of the readers following my story…I am sorry that it has been so long since I posted to this story. Beginning of September I received the sad news that my husband was leaving me and my children. Since then, I have had to seek full time employment out of the home that has kept me very busy. I want you to know though, I will never abandon this story and I will keep on writing it until the proper end. The chapters may not be posted as often as I would like, but I will try.

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Chapter 23: Gifts and Plans

New Year’s Eve day started off wonderfully for Tom Riddle. He woke up to a bare Hermione, straddling him, and leaning over to sing softly, “Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to my love. Happy Birthday to you!” Hermione had a huge red bow in her hair that made her resemble a little girl, except for the breasts that dangled near his mouth, which made him know this was a grown woman lying on him.

“Do you like your surprise?” she asked with a sexy gleam in her eye and a swirl of her hips.

“Oh, please tell me there is more to my surprise than the song?” Tom was hoping for more; as his body was showing them both he was wanting more and wanting more right now. As Tom always slept starkers, there was nothing between him and Hermione. Reaching up to kiss Hermione, Tom slid his hands down her bare back and cupped her firm behind. His long fingers traced along her now slick outer core. Chills ran through her body as his finger lightly brushed her most sensitive spot. Watching Hermione react to his touch made him harden even more. Tom’s lips felt soft and warm as they kissed along her neck and down to her collar bone.

“Oh that feels so wonderful; but today is your birthday. I am supposed to be making you feel good.” Hermione arched her back as Tom descended down to her breasts, taking a pink tipped nipple into his mouth.

“This is the best birthday present ever,” Tom said breathlessly, “I am doing the thing that I love the most…making love to you.”

Tom lifted her up and turned her around so he could kiss all along her spine. Spreading her legs wide, he moved in close and slid his fingers down her bottom until he found where she was wet and wanting. Bringing his cock to that spot, he thrust in as Hermione moaned with pleasure. Tom continued pumping into her and she pushed backwards to meet his movements. Tom moved in and out, faster and harder as he rushed for completion. Hermione could feel herself getting close to coming, as each movement from Tom brushed up against her clit. She loved the feel of him driving so deep and hard into her.
As their momentum increased, Hermione soon cried out with satisfaction as her muscles contracted, rhythmically pulsing around Tom’s cock. Not able to hold back any longer, Tom let gratification take over as he came in Hermione. Once finished, he softly lay on her back and encircled her waist and he let his heart settle back down.

As they collapsed on the bed, Tom gathered Hermione in his arms and turned her to face him.

“Thank you for my present.” Tom nuzzled Hermione’s neck. “I will always remember this birthday.”

Hermione smiled, “That wasn’t your real present,”

“It seemed very real to me.” Tom teased her. This made Hermione laugh and she shook her head.

“No, I have another present to give to you at your party.” And she kissed him fully, teasing his lips with her tongue.

“Well, if it is even half as good as this present, I am in for a fabulous surprise.” Tom reached for her left hand to kiss her palm and then stared at the newly placed engagement ring. “This looks good on your finger, as if it was meant to be.”

Raising her eyebrow, she sarcastically said, “Well, according to a certain prophecy it was.”

At that statement, he began to tickle her and a wrestling match turned into another round of lovemaking.


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After a wonderful dinner of Tom’s favorite foods, the birthday party began. Tom had been given many wonderful things from his friends, a book about the Founders of Hogwarts, a set of fancy dress robes and a new trunk for his things.

Hermione sat near Tom smiling and waiting to give him her gift. Tom looked around, “Is that everything?” His eyes were merry as he knew he still had not received Hermione’s gift.

Turning to Hermione he asked, “Are you going to make me wait all night?”

Hermione laughed, “I already gave you your present this morning in bed and I even wore a bow on top.”

Radbourne, rolling his eyes, cleared his throat, “Oh, that is much more information than my stomach can handle at the moment.”

Tom gave a loud laugh, “It was a wonderful gift, “he stroked Hermione’s cheek, “but I know that there is more; you said so yourself.”

Jumping up Hermione ran out of the room. As she came back into the room she held a very large box. Tom eyes lit up with excitement as he stared at the huge package Hermione was carrying. Setting the box on Tom’s lap she bent down to kiss Tom, “Happy Birthday. I hope that you like it.”

Tom carefully opened up the box and shouted out with pleasure, “Oh, sweet Merlin! I can’t believe you got me this, Hermione?” Reaching into the box he drew out a snake that had yellow eyes and a diamond patterned tail. “Is this a baby?”

Hermione shook her head yes, “The seller said it was only a few months old.” She smiled as she chatted happily about Tom’s gift, “I know how interested you are in snakes and thought you needed your own familiar.”

Tom sat admiring his new pet stroking the snake lovingly. “Is it a male or female?”

“It is a female and she looked very intelligent; just the kind of familiar that would belong to you.” Hermione was very pleased that Tom immediately loved his gift from her.

“I think I will call her Nagini, after the Naga, the group of half-human and half-snake deities that lived in Malaysia and India. Naga is the Sanskrit word for snake."

The room was quiet as Tom told his story, “They had the power to turn humans invisible in water and would often marry humans.”

Nagini turned her head towards Hermione and stared smartly at her, as if to talk to her. “She likes you, Hermione," Tom teased her.

She had debated whether or not to give him his pet snake, but rationalized that somehow he would acquire Nagini and it might as well be from her. Seeing how satisfied he was with the gift she knew that she had made a wise choice. Always at the back of her mind was the thought of how Voldemort would use Nagini against others. With Hermione in his life now, maybe she could extend some control over how Nagini would be used in this future.

“This truly is one of my favorite gifts I have ever received, Hermione, except for all of the other ones you have given me.” Looking at Tom, at this very moment, she had never seen a more handsome and loving man. It was so easy to make him into the man that she wanted him to be, forgetting the evil and disgusting Voldemort that had taken so many things away from her.

“I am so happy that you like her,” she truly was pleased, “but you have to promise that I will still be the most important female in your life.”

Tom smiled brashly, “Well…I will have to think about it…”

Hermione jumped up acting offended and reached for Nagini, “I think I will have to take her back.”

Tom held Nagini to his chest, “No. She’s mine, you can’t take her back,” he said in a most unusual childish voice.

Abraxas broke up their banter, “Now, children, either get along or I will take away all of your toys.” This brought a laugh from all in the room.

“I think you have had a wonderful birthday, my friend,” Radbourne said, “All the way from a gift wrapped Hermione to this beautiful creature Nagini.” Hermione blushed brightly as Radbourne recounted her early morning gift to Tom.

“Yes, my dear friends, I thank you all for making this the best birthday I have ever experienced.” Tom ended his speech by stroking Nagini’s back and kissing Hermione languidly on the lips.

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It was very hard for the Slytherins to go back to Hogwarts after Holiday break. Not only did they enjoy their time away from classes, but they were all concerned about what Dumbledore may have found in Alphard’s room. Had he discovered the Gryffindor tie pin hiding in Alphard’s trunk?

Tom, Hermione, and the rest of their friends quietly entered Transfiguration class. Silently slipping into their seats they took out their books and waited for class to begin. Professor Dumbledore entered the classroom jovially and smiled down at the Slytherins.

Hermione’s breath stopped for a moment at seeing Dumbledore’s face. What did that look of glee mean? What message was he trying to give all of them?

Tom leaned over whispering to Hermione, “Why doesn’t the bloody fool stop smiling and start teaching?” It seemed that Dumbledore was getting on all of their nerves.

“Is there something that you would like to share with all of the class, Mr. Riddle?” Dumbledore asked smugly enjoying putting Tom on the spot.

“No, sir, “Tom said answering Professor Dumbledore strongly, “We are all sitting here anxiously waiting for out next Transfiguration lesson.” The entire class laughed at Tom’s response, while the smile quickly left Dumbledore’s face. The irritated Professor gave Tom a fast glare and set himself behind his desk.

The entire class time was full of anxiety for Hermione and was relieved when they exited the classroom.

“Miss MacMillan, I would have a word with you please?” Dumbledore commanded Hermione.

She looked at Tom who gave a nod of his head and mouthed, “I will be out here waiting for you,” and he left the class room.

“So, Hermione, how was your holiday?” Dumbledore asked her politely.

“It was fine sir. How was yours?” She wasn’t sure where this too polite conversation was heading, but she knew she wanted it over with quickly.

“It was the best holiday that I can remember having in many years," Dumbledore said with a grin, “I received many wonderful surprises.” Hermione tried not to meet his eyes as he was talking to her. “You need to make sure and tell Tom about the wonderful and amazing things that came my way while you were gone. “

Hermione looked up to see Dumbledore sneering at her. “Yes, sir, I shall do that. May I leave now? I have to go to my next class.”

“Yes, Miss MacMillan, by all means go, you do not want to be late.” Hermione started running to the door and heard Dumbledore mutter as she walked out the door, “Have a nice day.”

Tom, leaning up against the door, stared pointedly at her as she rushed out of the Transfiguration classroom. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Hermione turned to Tom.

Rolling her eyes she shared Dumbledore’s message with Tom, “He wanted you to know that he had the best holiday ever full of wonderful surprises that came his way.”

Tom pushed off from the wall he had been leaning against, “The bastard, he is basically telling us he found the tie pin.” Taking Hermione’s hand he looked down and whispered, “It may be time for a secret mission of our own.”

Hermione turned an inquiring look towards Tom, “Will we be looking for surprises?” she asked with a mocking air?

“That we will, my love, “and Tom smiled at the thought of playing Dumbledore’s little game and winning.



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Hermione, way behind in her studies for the first time in her life, was camped out in the library trying to catch up. Tom had been a little put out that she would rather spend time studying alone, than relaxing with him. Just because all things came easily to him didn’t mean it was the same for everyone else. Tom was brilliant and really didn’t need to study. She on the other hand was intelligent, but had to work hard for her good marks.

Working on a Potions essay she didn’t look up when someone sat down across from her. Looking up she expected to see a fellow Slytherin and instead, sat a stone faced Charlus Potter. Trying to act undisturbed by his presence, Hermione shyly glanced at him wondering what was on his mind. Charlus just stared at Hermione which only stirred up her nerves. All day long she had been made to feel apprehensive by men around her.

“I am sorry that… sad things have happened to you in your life.” She really did feel bad for Charlus, even though she didn’t understand why he hadn’t told someone about the planned attack against her before it happened.

“Hermione, can I ask you a question?” Charlus muttered so quietly she could hardly hear him.

Uneasily, Hermione answered him, “Yes, you can ask me anything.” She really didn’t mean it, but it seemed the polite thing to do.

Looking down at the table, he clasped his hands together, “Do you know who attacked me and Justin?” he looked up to Hermione to gauge her reaction to his question. He saw no emotion cross Hermione’s face, which really wasn’t like her. She was the only one he felt he could pose this question to and have a fighting chance in getting a straight answer.

Hermione, knowing she had to protect those whom she loved, questioned him back, “Maybe you could give me the names of the boys who raped and beat me?” she determinedly fired back to him.

Staring down, he looked back up at her, “I guess it’s only fair that you question me back.” Standing, he pushed his chair in, “It’s time to leave our friendship behind, as I now understand that we see things so differently,” he voiced his sentiments bitterly.

Hermione held her emotions inside until Charlus walked around the corner. The tears fell, as she felt another piece of her old life dying and drifting away.

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“Armando… Armando, can I speak with you for a moment?” Albus Dumbledore desperately needed to sequester the Headmaster to show him the damning evidence he had found against the Slytherins.

Still feeling a bit agitated at Dumbledore, Headmaster Dippet tried brushing him off, “Maybe I will have some spare time tomorrow.”

He turned to head to his office when Dumbledore grabbed his arm, “I have more information about Tom Riddle’s involvement in Justin Widden’s…”

“Enough! I will hear no more about your sick obsession with our Head Boy Tom Riddle!’ Headmaster Dippet pulled his arm away from Dumbledore’s grasp. “Let it be, Albus. Leave this fine young man alone!” Dippet sternly glared at Dumbledore hoping his message was finally sinking in. “Take care of things that should be of more importance to you; such as teaching, Professor.” He marched away angrily, fed up with the Transfiguration Professor.

Dumbledore stood, stunned, at the outburst from his close friend, Armando Dippet. If he couldn’t convince the Hogwarts Headmaster that Tom Riddle and his group of followers had committed murder, then he would go over his head and contact the Ministry of Magic. One way or the other, Tom Riddle would pay for the crimes he had done.

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Hermione, alone in her room, lying on her bed, tried sorting through everything that had happened the past four and half months. Though she was worried about Dumbledore and the confiscated Gryffindor tie pin, and Charlus Potter and his suspicions, she had one rather huge thing plaguing her.

She had been suspecting something the past two weeks since they had returned from holiday break. Could it have happened again so soon? She had never been so careless in all of her life, but when she was with Tom, she could only think about the prophecy about her and Tom and their future child.

Fidgeting nervously with her wand, she waved it around her head then lowered it to her uterus. Silently saying a spell, she watched her wand closely as it glowed a bright blue. With great relief, she knew now that she was truly pregnant. The first time that she had found out that she was pregnant she had been shocked and distraught. Things were different now, not only did she want to be a mother, but with this child would come power; great power even to control the Great Lord Voldemort. Now that she knew the truth, she had to decide when and how to tell Tom.

The knock on the door startled Hermione so much her wand flew out of her hand landing on the floor. Tom walked in, picking up her wand on the way over to her bed, “What have I told you about keeping your wand with you at all times?” he smiled, handing her the wand, and leaned down to kiss her inviting lips.

“Where are your books?” he asked teasing her, “I thought for sure I would find you with your head in a book.” Hermione just gave a crooked grin and looked down at her wand thinking of what it had just revealed to her.

“What’s wrong? You seem very quiet and I can tell that something is wrong?” Tom knew Hermione well enough now to figure out that she was holding something back from him.

“Nothing is wrong, “she said smiling at him, “In fact, something is very right.” Tom’s eyebrow cocked in his familiar way and he sat down next to her putting his arm around her. Hermione took a deep breath as she noticed the trepidation written on Tom’s face.
“What if I told you that another part of the prophecy is being created?” Hermione waited to see how long it would take Tom to connect her cryptic clue.

It didn’t take long for Tom to piece it together as he laid his hand on Hermione’s stomach.

“So it’s true? You really are pregnant again?” His face lit up as he thought about the son he so desired to carry on his name and legacy.

“Yes, it is very true! I just found out and I knew that you needed to be the first, well, the second one to know.” Hermione felt so satisfied that she would be able to carry and bear Tom his long prophesied son.

“I want you to know, love,” Tom tenderly held Hermione’s face in his hands,” I will do everything to protect you and our child.” He leaned forward and kissed her with such love and affection Hermione’s heart felt like it would beat out of her chest.

“I will destroy anyone who attempts to harm you.” Tom fiercely spoke as he thought about what had happened to their first child and how this would never happen again as long as he was living.

Hermione did feel safe in his arms and just enjoyed being held by her lover. While Tom’s mind began to race thinking of his enemies, mainly Albus Dumbledore, who would do everything to destroy his happiness and his future; he vowed right then and there to annihilate the lofty Dumbledore before he had a chance to threaten him or his loved ones. This would be the new mission of Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters; how to take down Dumbledore once and for all.