Hi guys, happy New Year. It's my first time writing fanfiction, I would really appreciate suggestions and welcome reviews, but please don't flame if this story is not for you. Thank you. :)

This fanfiction is inspired by Monica Citrina's video - (Tom Riddle) Voldemort/Hermione: Last to Know. Thank you, Monica, for your constant help and support, you are the best editor I have the pleasure of befriending. ^_^

Here's the link to Monica's video:

watch?v=xK9oWHjyrMM

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, all characters belong to J.K. Rowling, author of Harry Potter.

Warning: Tom is going to be a bit more Dark Lord-ish in this story than in canon. He will not try to suck up to everyone, instead, he will secretly terrorize the Slytherins into following him. I'm thinking of keeping Tom as a figure who's charismatic on the outside, but extremely cruel once provoked. The Slytherins acted along when he's charming them because they didn't want to face his cruel side.

Death: A Beginning

Under a sullen sky heavy with dark clouds, several cloaked figures waited in an ominous looking forest. Though they all had deathly pale faces, one stood out from the rest.

The man was a rather inhuman looking creature, his nostrils were in the shape of slits and his lips were barely visible.

The group stood motionlessly, wind howled around them like dying screams, the expression of the monstrous man grew more disappointed by every second that had passed.

Suddenly, a branch twitched on the other side, then it was shoved aside roughly, revealing a cut-up and bruised teen. The teen made his way toward the monstrous man slowly and warily, his breath was ragged and a slight tremble ran across his chest, but his eyes remained determined.

The tension in the air was so thick that it seemed as if every being in the forest was made still. For a second, there was no sound, absolute silence.

"Harry Potter," the snaked faced man was the first to break the choking silence, "the boy who lived, come to die."

The boy closed his eyes.

A loud enunciation, a sickly flash of green light, and the Boy-Who-Lived no longer continued his legend. Behind a tree, a small gasp escaped Hermione. She froze as the snake faced man turned to face her, his eyes unreadable.

Slowly, Hermione backed away, before she realized it, she had broke into a run in the opposite direction. Twigs scraped at her tear-stained face, Hermione was surprised to find no Death Eater on her trail. Then she realized that Voldemort must had kept his promise from the one hour armistice, but nonetheless, she vowed revenge for Harry.

With tears in her eyes, Hogwarts castle seemed to twist and form into some kind of snake shaped monster. Hermione busted through the door, she felt shocked eyes on her back as she sprinted across the halls, but she didn't care.

Hermione stumbled into the Hospital Wing, she fumbled for her time turner and began spinning it frantically. As she completed the last spin, she closed her eyes and a golden light encased her. Hermione prayed for her plan to work and let herself be lost in time, her last memory of Harry Potter seem to appear on the inside of her eyelid.

-*flashback*-

Hermione Granger scrambled from the Order of Phoenix, the Headmaster's words echoed again and again in her mind.

"For the greater good, one must sacrifice. It's regrettable, but Harry must die. When Voldemort murdered the Potters that night, a piece of his soul clung on to the only living thing in the room. In other words, Voldemort had made Harry into a horcrux."

Must die...horcrux...Hermione felt like she's in a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from.

There had to be a way that wouldn't involve sacrificing Harry, her lips trembled and her vision blurred. Hermione knew she could not let others continue to sacrifice themselves. After Ron's death, Harry was all she had, and she wasn't going to witness the impending death of her best friend without doing anything.

Hermione wanted to tell Harry to get away from Voldemort, flee the country even, but she couldn't, Dumbledore had made her swear an oath to not tell Harry, and refrain from any action that may impede Voldemort's destruction.

Hermione found it cruel that Dumbledore told her about Harry's death before it would happen, it meant she would have to watch everything unfold in front of her helplessly. The Headmaster had said that Hermione had a right to know about the fate of her friend. Hermione speculated that Dumbledore had told her out of sympathy, because Dumbledore had seen Hermione's devastation after Ron's death, he had wanted to prepare her for Harry's death. It was meant to be a warning for her to treasure the time she got to spend with Harry from now on.

An image of Harry popped into her mind. Even if the oath didn't exist, Hermione wondered if she would be able to notify Harry. She treasured the way Harry's eyes glinted with warmth every time when Dumbledore was mentioned. The Boy-Who-Lived loved his mentor like a family . Hermione didn't know if she could bear to break the truth to Harry even if it was to save his life.

Hermione's fingers clutched onto the time turner around her neck. She could go back, she could stop the Dark Lord. She'll... Hermione mentally scolded herself for the impulsive thought. No witch or wizard had meddled with time without great consequences, she could end up erasing everyone all together.

There had to be some other way. There's still time, she would find a way to save the saviour even if it meant sacrificing her own life. With new found determination shining in her eyes, she ran toward the library.

-*end of flashback*-

Author's Note: I'm so sorry that I have to kill Ron, I understand that he could be your favourite character, but I had to do it...for the greater good. *tries to grab Dumbledore's beard and gets jinxed* Anyways, I promise the upcoming chapters will be much longer, this is just a set up. So next time~