Black King, White Pawn.
Chapter one.
"I won't leave you Ron. I love you"
"Hermione you have to. You're the only one who can change all of this. You can stop him. Now go"
Then he left. Walked down the corridor to a certain death, just so I could escape. An evil voice. A scream. And then nothing. Silence.
I ran. I knew he was behind me, but I couldn't look back, because if I did he would get me. But I wouldn't let it happen. I mustn't let him get me. I had to get him. I had to make him pay for what he did to Ron.
Hermione woke from her nightmare with a start. It had been two weeks since Voldermort had killed Ron, and she had gone into hiding, but Hermione was still having nightmares. She was still hearing those last words he ever said to her. She felt they had some sort of message in them. "You're the only one who can change all of this."
Hermione gasped. She remembered something. Leaping to her feet, she hastily began searching through her drawers. The clothes, that were folded away so neatly, were scattered all over the floor but Hermione didn't care. At last! Hermione smiled and grasped what she had been looking for.
Hermione opened the box, and held the object up to the light. The time turner had been a birthday present from Ron. Hermione closed her eyes and smiled as she remembered the happy day. There had been a surprise party. Ron had invited all their friends from Hogwarts, Harry, Ginny, Fred, George, Oliver, Alicia, Angelina, Katie, Neville, Cho and Fleur. Even Percy, Bill and Charlie had turned up. Now everyone who had been there were either dead or in hiding.
No! Now wasn't the time to remember the past. She had a more important job; she was going to change it. She was gong to stop Voldermort from ever rising to power. She was goin to go back in time to when he was still Tom Riddle, a young, carefree schoolboy, and kill him!
Quickly Hermione packed a bag containing a few essential items, her wand, a spell book, a history book on the era of Tom Riddle, a spare change of clothes, a warm cloak and an invisibility cloak.
Hermione sneaked outside careful not to wake any of the other residents, in the hide house, and as the sun rose she held the time turner up to the sky and shouted. "Take me back to when Tom Riddle was a first year at Hogwarts."
At first there was nothing. Then a bright light surrounded Hermione, and suddenly she felt as though she was falling. All of a sudden the feeling stopped, and Hermione found herself on the floor. She picked herself up, looked around and gasped. She was at Hogwarts. Crowds of children were making their way to the Great Hall. Hermione, seeing no better plan, decided to follow them.
Entering the great hall Hermione was greeted by a young Professor Dumbledore. "Hello. You must be the new potions teacher. I hope you enjoy it here."
Hermione was startled for a moment, but quickly recovered herself. "I'm sure I will."
"Right this way Miss Granger, and I'll show you to your room."
Once Hermione was in her room alone she began thinking about what just happened. Professor Dumbledore had been expecting her, as a teacher and had known her name even though she wasn't born yet. "Thank god I'm good at potions," Hermione muttered to herself. "But how did he know me, and how did he know I would come?"
Hermione shook her head. She would figure all this out later. Right now she had to get to sleep, so she could get up early in the morning, to prepare for her first lesson of teaching potions.
Before she went to sleep Hermione looked at the class listings and realized that Tom Riddle would be in her class tomorrow morning. "Great. Now I might be able to find some stuff out, and do what I came here to do."