Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age, best friend to the Wizarding World savior, Estelle Potter, sat on the cold stone floor, cradling a glass of firewhiskey playing wizarding chess with the Dark Lord Voldemort like it was some kind of a social visit.

'Queen to F5." She mumbled.

The man across her eyed the piece as it moved across the board. "How's the ministry?"

'Horrible, even when I have 13 seats to back my propositions those incompetent old coots doesn't give me the respect I deserve.' She complained, downing the remaining liquid in her glass.

'Maybe you should just kill that pompous idiot you call minister.' The man replied. 'Knight to D6.'

The black piece moved noisily across the board.

'Queen to B5.' She ordered. 'That's not my thing, that's yours. I inherited those seats from Estelle, she gave them to me so that I could create a better world for all of us and killing

the minister is against her morals. Talk about faith and pressure, even from the dead that girl still gives me headaches.'

'You don't have to kill him yourself, just ask anyone from my Death Eaters to do it for you, use my name if you must.'

'The thing is, Draco said that there are secret meetings that has been happening among your minions.' Hemione said to her companion. 'Apparently since you're MIA and suspected dead, they decided to pick a new leader.'

The Dark Lord quirked a brow at her, 'Really? Good luck then. Pawn to C4.'

'You're not going to do anything?' She inquired.

'I lost interest, you should be happy you have the advantage and the skill to fight off those buffoons.' He replied nonchalantly. 'It's not like I have anymore reason to lead such

pathetic community when the only person I did it for is dead, I admit I killed her but if that ministry did their jobs properly. . .'

'Stop!' She exclaimed. 'I understand, you became the Dark Lord to change the wizarding world so that if ever your destined one comes she will only see the beauty of our community. . blah, blah, blah. Of course unfortunately fate's a bitch and look how that turned out, I have a dead best friend and you killed her. End of story.'

He glared at the witch, 'If I have to go back in time and stop that self-sacrificing idiot so that we could rule this world together.'

'Yeah you do that. Just don't bring me into it.' Hermione snorted.

'What are you talking about? You're coming with me.'

'Why should I?'

Tom Riddle gave her a handsome smirk. 'You're going to help me make sure your best friend won't run the other way before I could kiss her.'

This has the same plot juts a different approach, hope you like it. Enjoy!

Love,

Noah.