Summary
HBP Hermione Granger grew into her ambitions through her jealousy, but it wasn't getting her very far. She was miserable, and felt all alone. Until one day, everything changes, even time itself.
Author's Note
I do not own anything Harry Potter! Enjoy!
Prologue
Hermione Granger was honored to be invited to Slughorn's party, she was, but she ran out of ideas and to get Ronald jealous and finally to notice me as more than as a friend so she asked Cormac to the party. Which was a mistake. As of now, Hermione was behind the curtains with Harry hiding from Cormac. It was her only way out.
"What are these?" Hermione asked tilting my head to the side looking at the tray of food before me.
"Dragon Tartare."
They didn't look that appetizing, quite disgusting actually. She titled my head to the other side about to politely decline before the waiter started to whisper.
"They give one terribly bad breath."
Hermione eyes widened, he won't want to kiss me with bad breath, She thought to herself Hermione snatched the tray away from the waiter, "Thank you." She said quickly stuffing one into my mouth.
Hermione peeked through the curtain as a a shadow revealed itself through the curtain, it was Cormac, "Oh here he comes." she quickly gave Harry the tray and snuck out as Cormac walked through.
I straightened out my light pink dress and found my way around the party.
After some small talk with a few other members of the Slug Club before I found my way to an old case of photos.
"Ah, I've see you've found my past students." Slughorn said walking over to Hermione, catching her looking at all his pictures of his students. Members of The Slug Club, Hermione guessed.
She recognized a lot of them, Barnabus Cuffe, Grinev Jones, but there was one picture hidden in the back that simply spoke to her. It was a picture of Professor Slughorn and Abraxas Malfoy, no doubt with the platinum blonde hair and in Slytherin of course he was a Malfoy, it was them with a few other Slytherin boys around them. But there was one boy off to the side in that picture that intrigued her.
"Who is this, Sir?" Hermione asked holding the photo in one of her hands while pointing to the boy with another one.
Slughorn looked down at the old photo then up at his student. Very hesitant to answer. He hasn't seen this picture in years and is shocked it wasn't burned with the others.
"You may know him by his alias, but when this photo was taken he didn't have that name yet. In this photo he was simply a boy exposed too some very very dark magic." Slughorn went on before he took a pause.
Hermione knew exactly who he was talking about, not many people fit this description. I don't think anyone actually fit that description, "Sir?"
"Tom Riddle."