Hello! This story is based on a great song called About Him by Malcolm Mclaren. I've changed the female version to a male version because I think the lyrics fit in with my characterization of Tom Riddle. Hope you enjoy.
my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea
well no one told me about him
the way he lied
well no one told me about him
how many people cried
my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea
well no one told me about him
the way he lied
well no one told me about him
how many people cried
but it's too late to say you're sorry
how would I know
why should I care
please don't bother trying to find him
he's not there
my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea
well no one told me about him
well no one told me about him
how many people cried
but it's too late to say you're sorry
how would I know
why should I care
please don't bother trying to find him
he's not there
he's not there
Hermione was running. Running so hard her lungs felt raw and her legs were moving so fast she wasn't sure she was even controlling them anymore. She was fueled on pure adrenaline. Curses flew over her head, missing her by a hairsbreadth, but she wasn't focusing on them. Her mind was focused on running as quickly as she could possibly go. Survival, that was key. When you had nothing, people either survived through it or crumbled. Hermione was a survivor. So she kept on running.
The people behind her were relentless though, like the common theme in nightmares, as fast as she tried to run it wasn't fast enough to get away from the people chasing her.
Suddenly she fell. Her legs had been going so fast for so long she'd lost her stride, exhaustion was spreading through her limbs. She felt her body bind together and knew she'd been hit with a fully body bind as soon as she hit the ground.
"We got 'er! Summon the dark lord!" A male voice wheezed while taking in sharp breaths.
A few seconds later Hermione heard the whoosh of appparation. And instantly felt a chill down her spine and her hairs stand on edge, she know who it was before he even spoke.
"Well, well, well. You put up quite a fight, didn't you?" Lord Voldemort drawled, his voice making her hairs stand on edge. "Well, soon you'll be joining your dead friends"
Hermione slowly shuffled around and faced him, he was staring at her as though amused. And several death eaters were standing at his side. Hermione glared at him defiantly, and did what if he was alive Harry would have died laughing at.
"Go fuck yourself, snakeface" and she spat at him.
There was a collective gasp from his followers, while Voldemort roared, red eyes ablaze
"Crucio!"
As if in slow motion, Hermione saw the curse hit her chest and braced herself for the pain, but there was none,there was a flash of bright light and Hermione was teleported away.
Hermione was falling. She then hit the floor with a thud and felt her wrist snap, she let out a sharp gasp and tears rolled out of her eyes. you've been through worse, she told herself. Hermione was lying on the grass, but no death eaters were surrounding her, no Voldemort. She was in what looked like a forest, but not the same one she had been in moments ago. This one felt familiar in a different way. And it was nighttime now, whereas before it had been morning.
Hermione slowly tried to stand up, while cradling her arm to her chest. She then looked down as she felt something scorching her chest, she winced and peeled her necklace from her skin. She gasped, this was what had taken the brunt of the spell! It was a charm Dumbledore had given to her shortly before he'd died, in the shape of a star. He told her that it was important she wore it at all times, so she had. She had no idea it would telaport her. But where had it teleported her to?
She took a raspy breath, the events of this past day were catching up on her, and walked to what looked like the clearing of the forest.
When she got out of the forest, she gasped loudly. She was at Hogwarts! And the castle was intact, not like the last time she'd seen it. Had she been taken back in time? How far?
She stumbled to the castle, it felt like the longest walk she'd ever taken. Just as she was about to push open the doors, someone came out. It was Dumbledore. But much younger. Hermione's body and mind had had enough for one day, and she promptly fainted.