AN: Ok, I know I should update my other story but, this came to me and I just had to type it down. I don't know whether I will continue this idea, we'll see. Agin sorry for any mistakes. R&R.
Disclaimer: I am not JK, and I never will be so I don't own Harry potter.

"Yes I dare, I know things you don't Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things you don't. Want to hear some before you make another big mistake?" said Harry.

"Is it love again? Dumbledores favourite solution love which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love which did not preventing me from stamping out your mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter - and nobody seems to love you enough to run forwards this time, and take my curse. So what will stop dying now when I strike?" Voldemort sneered
"Just one thing." Said Harry

"Harry! Stop! This has gone to far! I can't continue pretending" Hermione yelled over the taunts Harry had directed at the dark lord, Voldemort, who had then tried to counter. Everyone just stared at her, the brains behind the 'golden trio's' success. What could she mean?
"What's gone to far?" Someone called out from amongst the crowd.
"Maybe the wrakspurts got to her." Luna commented
"For the last time, wrakspurts aren't real!" a Ravenclaw shouted back.
"This isn't getting to the bottom of what Hermionie said." Ron yelled, finally silencing the conflict that was running through the crowd.
"Well, ..." Voldemort started
"I think we..." Hermione started.
"It can't be that bad!" Harry told her.
"Errr..."
"In that case," Harry started "Just one thing."
"If it is not love that will save you this time." Voldemort countered, in response to Harrys last statement. "Then you must believe that you have a magic I do not, or else a weapon more powerful than mine?"
"I believe in both." Harry told him, much to his discomfort. Shock flitted across Voldemort's face. Well that was instantly replaced by a laugh. An evil, murderous, dangerous and insane laugh. A laugh that brought Hermione crashing back out of her thoughts and back to earth, back to reality.
"Guys can you split it up? No-one else is going to die here tonight. Do you here me Tom? NO ONE!" She snapped in response to the insults and Voldemort's laugh. That made Draco sit up and take notice
"You just going to let this maniac run away, scot free? His followers killed my brother, destroyed families and caused too much damage to count and you want him to get away SCOT FREE?" George asked "we trusted you Hermione, so why turn now, why try and save a person who just added to the prejudice in this world?"
"She has a reason."Voldemort started but Hermione interrupted
"Ok, maybe not scot free, but can we at least say, alive?" A plee was in her voice, although no-one knew why.
"NO!" the crowd yelled, not wanting there still to be a threat looming above them, just incase he escaped azkaban...

"Expeliarmous!" Harry yelled, using the moments distraction to his advantage, although Voldemort wasn't to be deterred
"Avadra Kevadra!" He yelled in defence, using the first spell that came in his head. This would prove to be the final mistake he ever made. The green light hit the red, and the spells mingled for a split second. It was almost asthough they were arguing. But the worlds shortest argument came to an end as the green backfired and hit it's caster, leaving him, not only wandless, but dead. There was a shocked silence. Then cheering broke out. It was done, the Boy-Who-Lived, the chosen one, Harry Potter, what ever you wanted to call him, had done it, killed the darkness, well the darkest lord known at that moment in time. No-one noticed Hermione run over to Voldemort's body and hug it, crying with grief. They were all to busy cheering, congratulating each other, the mourning would be done later, at the moment they were celebrating their life. Everyone was surrounding Harry, well, most people, the remaining death-eaters weren't. Infact, Draco's eyes which were previously scanning the hall spotted Hermione and watched her, curious. He sauntered over. "You knew him?" he questioned.
"Knew him? Knew him? Malfoy, are you serious?" She responded
"Course I am, why wouldn't I?"
"Because... Oh."
"Yes, you are a Muggleborn, you hung out with the Weasel you fought against him. It makes total sense that you would cry over his death." Came his sarcastic response.
"Ok, I wasn't quite honest with anyone. That hat didn't try to put me in Ravenclaw, it tried to put me in Slytherin. When I was born I had the ability to speak to snakes, but I never used it, I let it get buried, amongst with my true identity. I let myself forget who I was. Who I am..."
"Who you are?"
"Yes Malfoy, who I am, me Hermione Bellatrix Riddle"
"The Dark Lord was your DAD?"
"There's no need to sound so surprised. I just hope this doesn't get out..." Hermione trailed off. Thats when she realised what she had to do, what's left to do.

AN: Hope you like it, it's my first one-shot so I wasn't sure how it went. I think I might continue it... maybe... Please review.

Update 2/03/14: fixed grammar and edited a few sentences