"Why couldn't anyone stop him doing bad things,
when Riddle was young?"
Just cut his wings,
and bring him to Askaban.
Hermione often thought that,
while sitting in the library,
Riddle was nothing than a prat.
"Could no one see
behind his mask?
More than smiling and behaving -
Was it such a difficult task?
To oversee the rules Riddle was breaking.
Now Hermione was older,
strong and fast,
not chasing after yesteryears, she was much bolder
and she came to terms with her past.
"Sweetheart, sweetheart,
where do you want to go?"
Don't be shy and take part
of my little show!"
Hermione stood there still,
listened to his amused voice
and didn't know whom he wanted to kill.
It didn't matter much, she had no choice,
but look at Riddle and shudder in disgust.
His followers, all Riddle's age, all seventeen,
cheered as if this was a must.
And Hermione questioned where she had been.
The witch looked around, she wanted to help,
in Hogwarts at the Black Lake, that was the place -
Hermione awake with a start and a loud yelp.
Sitting in a tent and looking into Ron's caring face.
"Where am I?" Granger wanted to know,
jumped up and ran outside:
in Albania - in the mountains, full of snow
area-wide;
The Dark Lord was smirking,
while stroking Nagini, his snake.
It will need a lot of working
until this friendship will be a whole fake.
The Mudblood and the Boy Who Lived,
will fight against each other.
The past will be retrieved
one day or another.