Let Go, Chapter 1 : and then they met..
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. All of them belong to J.K Rowling.

[A/N: Set in Hermione's seventh year]

She was walking alone, in the dark carrying a bunch of roses in a basket. The last and final term had ended. So do many innocent lives in Hogwarts. She sighed sadly as she reached the Witches and Wizards Cemetery. There were many freshly covered graves. And some of them belong to those she loves most. She was standing in front of a grave. And the tombstone was carved Harry James Potter. Beloved Hero to all. 1980 - 1997

Hermione.. a voice said. It was distance like an echo. She turned abruptly and saw no one was there. 'Hermione, we meet again.' The voice came again. Although it was distance, it was kind of soft tone in the same time. 'Wh-who's t-t-the-there' Hermione stuttered. She was beginning to panic. 'Don't you remember me, love?' the voice asked. 'Show yourself!' Hermione bravely challenged the voice. What came to her the next moment made her gasped. 'Y-you!' she managed to say. Then the air filled with black and white swirls. And finally, it's pitch dark.

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When she woke up, it was morning. She seems to be laying on something soft. Where am I? she asked herself. She opened her eyelids and found out she was in the Hospital Wings. Then she heard footsteps coming towards her. Now, who could that be? And how in the Hell did I got in the Hospital Wings? The next moment, Dumbledore slid the curtains and smiled at her.

'D-Dumbledore?' Hermione suddenly blurted. She didn't mean to be rude, but the sight of someone who had died spooked the daylight out of her. Dumbledore smiled and replied 'Yes, that's my name.' Hermione stared at him for a moment. Dumbledore looked fifty years younger. And instead of white hair, it was replace by a shiny auburn hair. 'So, tell me my child, where did you came from? And do tell me your name' he asked with an unmistakable twinkling in his eyes.

'Sorry, I'm Hermione Granger, I came from –' she stopped and 'what year is it now?' she suddenly asked. 'I guess that knock out you got had made you forgotten what year it is' he chuckled at Hermione. 'It's 1947, Miss Granger'

'Excuse me? 1947?' she practically cried. 'Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! I've been traveling back fifty years before my time?! That's ridiculous! But how- when, what..' Hermione stood up suddenly. 'Care to tell me your problem, Miss Granger?' Dumbledore asked with full concern in his voice. 'I will but I'm not ready yet. Professor, do you think you can place me in Hogwarts?' Hermione asked him.

'Why not. I see you'd already wore your Hogwarts robe, sure I don't mind. I'll go and talk to Headmaster Dippet. Have a nice day.' Dumbledore said as we walked away.

1947? Hermione asked herself disbeliefly.

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The dinner feast will be starting any minute now. She ran out off Hospital Wings and suddenly collided with someone. 'Oomph' they both said in unison and fell down. 'I'm sorry. I should have watched where I'm going.' Hermione apologize to the person. The person straightened himself up. 'That's okay. I should be too.' And when he looked up at Hermione, he smiled. 'You must be new around here.' Hermione just stared at him with mouth hanging. He's so handsome Hermione thought while gawking. 'Uh? Oh, yeah, I'm new. Hermione Granger by the way.' Hermione drew out her hand and the person shook it. 'Riddle, Tom Riddle' he said still smiling at her.

Wow. She's a goddess. She smells nice too. I hope she'll be in Slytherin. Tom prays silently as they shook hands.

Hermione blink. Tom Riddle? As in Voldemort? No Way. Damn I must be dreaming 'Um.. earth to Hermione.' Tom said. Hermione jumped by his words. 'Yeah?' Hermione asked. 'Not to be rude but we're both late for dinner. Come on, let's go now' Tom offered her a hand and she took it.

'There must be a Sorting Ceremony afterwards. Which house do you choose?' Tom asked her. 'Oh, sorry. I forgot you're new. There's four houses where we got sorted, and they are Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and the stinky Gryffindor.' As he explained everything to her and stick his tongue out when he mentioned Gryffindor. 'By the way, I'm in Slytherin.' Hermione just made face that showed as if she's interested.

'Oh, well. Here we are.' He said as they finally reached the Great Hall. As Tom said before, the staff had arrange a sorting ceremony for Hermione. And to Hermione's surprised, the Sorting Hat placed her in Ravenclaw. Hermione went and sat herself at the Ravenclaw table. As she sat, she took a quick glance at the Slytherin's table and saw a disappointed face of Tom Riddle. I wonder why he looked sullen and she's too late when Tom looked up and smiled at her.

Oh well, you can't win 'em all. Tom shrugged. But someday that'll change. And he smiled despite himself.

To be continue..


[A/N: So, how was that? That's my first fan fic ever.. and it's about Voldemort. Hehe.. Actually I kinda thinking more of Tom Riddle (Chris Coulson) Please review. I need at least 5 reviewers so I have courage to continue the next chapter. Review okay? Thanks]