Prologue
Her Secret…Christina Spencer's first day in another decade was full of surprises. Not at all, she learned everything there is to know about the past and again she was trap in a time of war.
And again, she was back to her real home. Hogwarts. In 1944, that is.
Her first day in one of the most prestigious school in the universe was a bore.
What's the point anyway? Why was she here? Why did they send her here for?
The day started in a special sorting for Christina, when she was called up to be sorted. Christina wasn't as nervous as she was when she had her first sorted when she was younger.
She didn't care at all, not even with hundreds on eyes staring at her. Including a pair of gray eyes that she wanted to avoid for how long she can.
She didn't have anything to care about anymore, nothing but survival. And avoiding the future Dark Lord would be best.
She felt betrayed. Her friends and Dumbledore told her they had no further option and has no other idea on how to help all muggle-born, what is safe about being in the same place, breathing in the same air with the enemy? Is this even for safety? "Slytherin!"
Christina froze in place, no one was cheering, and everyone was shocked. How did a muggle born end up in that house? How did she end up in the house she despised? Why?
She composed herself and she graceful sat on the far end of the Slytherin table. With everyone shooting daggers at her, including Tom Riddle.
She ignored everyone. As soon as the feast started, she ate and ate.
Hidden inside her robe, is a diary.
The diary of Hermione Jane Granger….
