Disclaimer (for the entire story): I own nothing but the plot, the characters etc. belong to J.K. Rowling.

Amour Fou

Chapter one

With the first light of dawn Hermione Granger woke up in her comfortable four-poster bed in Hogwarts. This morning would be the same as every other morning this year. She would get up early, so she'd have the bathroom all by herself, Hermione never understood how girls like Lavender could spend one hour to get ready every morning. Afterwards she'd have an early breakfast, do some research about the Horcruxes, meet up with the boys and together they would go to their first lesson.

With a yawn the bushy-haired girl pushed back her blanket and sat up, her brown eyes still closed. Slowly opening them, she expected to see the first beams of sunlight shining in through the windows of Gryffindor tower, warmly illuminating the room. Everything would glow in a rich gold, perfectly contrasting the full blood red of her satin sheets. But nothing was as Hermione expected it to be. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She half jumped off the bed when she realized that her sheets were green instead of red, a beautiful emerald green glowing in a dim light. Surprisingly the light didn't come from the early morning sun, but from dying embers in the fireplace.

The whole room was a mixture of green and silver, from the carpet over the wall to the curtains. It all reminded her of a certain house she didn't like very much. To be more exact: it was a house she hated with every fibre of her being. Although it was impossible for any Gryffindor to set one foot into the Snake house, this was the place where Hermione found herself to be; the Slytherin dorms.

'This can't all be true,' she told herself, 'I just can't be there, it is impossible!'

Hermione squinted her eyes and looked around the room once again, but nothing had changed. It was still green and silver, dark and slightly uncomfortable.

'It can only be a dream. Probably a nightmare' she thought sardonically.

She pinched herself in the arm, first very gently, then becoming more firmly, but nothing happened. And then, out of nowhere, she slapped her hand against her head and let out a small laugh.

'It must have been Harry and Ron, playing jokes on me as always', she thought relieved, finally having found the solution to this mysterious riddle. While she climbed out of bed and walked into the huge bathroom to take a shower, her mind was so occupied with thoughts of revenge that she didn't realize the other differences at first.

But when she had stepped out of the hot shower, draped a white, fluffy towel around her body, dried her wet hair with a quick spell and looked at herself in the mirror, she did notice that something was not as it was supposed to be. Her eyes weren't the warm gold-brown orbs, with their honey coloured sparkle anymore, instead she found herself staring into dark chocolate brown eyes, almost black and now wide open in shock. Her skin was a milky white with only a hint of the honey colour she once possessed and her usually bushy hair was not at all bushy anymore; it was the same rich colour of her eyes and cascaded around her face in soft curls, perfectly framing her milk white face. She looked darker and more mysterious than ever before, but she also looked more beautiful than she had ever dreamed of.

'Oh my god! This cannot be true!', Hermione thought and the desperation and hysteria came rushing back. 'Ron and Harry would never be able to perform such a spell, it is too perfect!'

She rushed back to the dorms, eager to find any evidence as to where she was and what had happened. On the nightstand next to her bed, she noticed a small book, resembling a diary and she picked it up. A name was written on the first page, as well as a date: September 1st, 1944. And the name was Lucretia Hermione Black.

'Oh no… this can not be true! It has to be some sick, sick joke they are playing on me' Hermione silently pleaded. But her logic told her that this was no harmless prank, she really was in the past, but why was that girl named Hermione as second name? It couldn't be just a coincidence, so she turned some pages until she saw a photograph pasted into the diary.

It was taken in a sweet café and showed herself and a slightly younger boy, who resembled her hugely. A small note was written underneath the picture: Me and Orion this summer (1944).

The name stirred something deep in her brain and she remembered the day when Sirius had shown her his family tree. As the memories came back bit by bit, she realized with surprise that Orion Black was Sirius father and that he indeed had a sister named Lucretia Black, born in 1927. But there was never any indication that she had the second name, neither did Sirius ever say that Hermione looked like his aunt.

She definitely needed time to think it all through now, so she decided to take a walk outside the castle. Hermione climbed down the stairs totally oblivious of anything happening around her, as what she had just discovered was playing over and over in her head. She was Lucretia Hermione Black, a member of the noble and most ancient house of Black. She still couldn't believe it. What would Sirius think of that?

'Well probably he'd never believe me and just laugh at me for a long time' she mused. A thought she found perfectly understandable, since it was absolutely ridiculous that she, Hermione Granger, proud to be muggleborn, could actually be his father's sister.

So absorbed in her thoughts, Hermione hadn't realized that she had arrived in the common room and someone gave her a surprised glance from one of the green armchairs standing in front of the crackling fireplace.

"Well well, someone's up early", the stranger commented in an amused tone, his deep voice vibrating through the silence. "Care to tell me why?"

Quickly hiding the fact that he had frightened her to death with his sudden appearance, Hermione focused her gaze on the man lounging before her, meanwhile trying to think of the right thing to answer. But somehow she felt unable to speak as she was lost in the twirling grey pools that were his eyes.

After a minute, which felt like eternity to her, he smirked at her, amusement playing evidently in his beautiful eyes.

"Did I make you speechless, sweetheart? Come over here and answer my question!"

The brown-haired girl was broken out of her reverie and she took one small step towards him, while studying his appearance. His dark brown, almost black hair fell messily into his handsome face giving him the air of someone who had just woken up, but someway he exuded an aura of power and might. Although he was sitting relaxed in a comfy chair, she could see the muscles rippling under his simple black shirt.

All in all, she had to admit he was the best-looking she had ever met. In a way he was a mixture of the casual flirtatiousness of Sirius Black in his younger years, and the haughty, sophisticated manner Draco Malfoy showed off so often.

With a shock she remembered the face, she had seen it in the yearbook of 1945, and it belonged to none other than Tom Marvolo Riddle.

'Oh my god, I'm alone with the future Dark Lord. He's going to kill me in a second' her mind screamed hysterically. 'Run, Hermione, run!' For a second she was tempted to really run away, but it was not a realistic option. She tried to calm herself down and think logically, clinging to the thought that in this body, in this time, she was probably one of his "friends" (for want of a better word).

Composing herself and straightening her back, she walked towards the man, who would become her always present nightmare and stopped merely inches before she would touch him.

Hermione was totally caught off guard when he put his hands on her petite waist and pulled her closer, while piercing her with his now cold grey eyes.

"So?"

"Ehmm… well… I…" she stuttered, not really knowing what to say.

'Come on, 'Mione, don't be such a coward! You've faced worse than a boy asking you a simple question!'

Mustering up all her courage, she leaned in just a little bit more, so his breath was puffing softly against her skin and whispered "Because I missed you!"

For a moment Hermione thought she had gone too far, he'd probably strangle her right here and then. But that moment passed and his actual reaction surprised her far more.

He laughed. It was short and if you listened closely, filled with bitterness, but nonetheless it was a laugh.

"That was a good one, love, I almost believed you."

But before she could answer, he crashed his mouth on hers in a brutal kiss.

A/N: So this is my first try and I hope someone likes it. Sorry for the bad English, but I'm from Germany and I've never written anything before (reading english fanfictions is a lot easier). Anyway, I had the whole idea for this story in my head, so I gave it a shot!

And I changed Lucretia's year of birth from 1925 to 1927, so she would be in the same year as Tom.

Thanks for reading! Reviews are always appreciated=)