A/N: This story will be a T for a while, until Tom is of age, and then it will be a M with a lot of M content if you get what I mean. Hope you enjoy this first chapter, please let me know what you think.

She was being shaken. She groaned and tried to go back to sleep. She'd been having a great dream about owning a gigantic book store that had winding staircases leading up the hundred foot high bookshelves.

"Wake up! Mrs Cole's here to take you to the orphanage." A gruff voice yelled in her ear.

That woke her up.

"W-what?" She said groggily, rubbing her eyes. She saw that she was lying on a cot in a cell. Her eyes widened. "What am I doing here? Where's Harry and Ron?"

"Harry and who? Nevermind them. You're an Orphan now, girl."

I'm a what? What had happened? Why was she in a cell and apparently an Orphan?

The police officer dragged her out of bed and out of the cell towards a middle aged woman with a stern face and dark bags under her eyes.

"This is her. Hermione I think she's called...unusual name." The police officer said, staring at her strangely.

"She's not the only one with an odd name in our Orphanage. We've got a Tom Riddle!" They both shared a laugh while the colour drained out of Hermione's face.

"Come on, we'd best be off." The woman, Mrs Cole, said to Hermione.

"I need to find Harry! Where am I?" She started shouting and yanked herself out of the police officers grip.

"She got hit on the head apparently and it's clearly jumbled up her head. Girl, your family have all died and you're here now, an Orphan. I'm terribly sorry..." He trailed off, looking like he had places he'd rather be.

"Where am I? am I in Scotland? What year is it?" She had a horrible feeling that something dreadful had happened. Tom Riddle was here? Was she dreaming or something?

Mrs Cole smiled sadly "Scotland? You really did take a bash to the head didn't you? It's London, 1939."

Hermione gaped at her. What the hell...? London 1939? And Tom Riddle was at an Orphanage? Had she...no, she couldn't have!

Hermione realized with a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach that something terrible must have happened and sent her back in time, and for some reason these people thought she was an Orphan. It was very strange that they seemed to know her name too.

She groped her pockets and found with deep relief that she had her wand on her. She wasn't completely lost, so long as she had her wand.

"We really must be going, Mr Cole won't want to wait forever." Mrs Cole said sternly and Hermione wordlessly followed behind her.

Whatever was going on, she thought it was best to stay at this Orphanage till she figured out what to do next. So she followed Mr and Mrs Cole the short walk to The Orphanage.

It was a very large building with "Wools" engraved on the high iron gate. There was an Iron fence surrounding the building, whether that was to keep the kids in or keep people out she didn't know. Hermione walked through the gate and looked up at the building. There were lots of young faces looking sullenly out of the windows. Some staring at her, some staring at nothing in particular.

"The boys have the top floor and the girls have the second floor. I'll get Elise to bring up your clothes, what size are you? 12? 10?"

"I'm a 10." she replied, still staring at the children's faces looking at her from the windows.

"Very well. I'll show you to your room." And Mrs Cole led Hermione inside the building while Mr Cole went down the path, saying he had errands to continue with.

The Orphanage was dank and plain looking inside. The walls and floors were grey. It smelt musty and old. Directly in front of the front door was a large staircase which Hermione was led up. The stairs led to a very long corridor with lots of doors on both sides. The stairs curled around and continued going up, Hermione assumed that was to the boys floor.

Hermione followed Mrs Cole down the corridor and to one of the doors on the left. Hermione walked inside, and her first thought was; how very small. The room was tiny. There was only a single bed, window, bedside table and a wardrobe. The room looked clean enough, so she supposed it would do.

"This is your room. Elise will bring your things up shortly." Mrs Cole gave Hermione a smile that didn't reach her eyes and left her alone.

Hermione sat heavily on the bed and sighed. Whatever had happened, it wasn't good. She was stuck here so many years in the past and for some reason in Voldemort's orphanage. It didn't make sense. Hermione suddenly had a headache and lay down on her bed, wondering where it all went wrong

That evening was when she met him. She would have known it was him even though she'd never seen him before. She just knew.

It was dinnertime and Hermione was called down. She was wearing the grey uniform the Orphanage gave her which was customary for them to wear.

There were lots of tables dotted around. All of them were full except for two. One had three teenage boys who were openly leering at her, and the other had a young boy sat on his own. He was beautiful, and young, perhaps only about 12 and she knew instantly that it was him. He had dark hair and dark eyes and a very cute face. She almost laughed at the fact that Voldemort was a cute kid, but he was. He had an aura of darkness surrounding him that almost made Hermione turn back but she continued walking over to him, as really the company of a lone twelve year old boy (even though he was the future Voldemort, he hadn't hurt anyone yet) was preferable to the three leering teenagers. When Hermione sat opposite him he looked surprised, then went back to his food.

"Hello, I'm Hermione." She didn't know what possessed her to talk to him, but she felt compelled to.

He didn't look up from his food. "I'm Tom." was all he said.

Hermione nodded and started eating her food, if you could call it that. It was more like slop.

"So, Tom, what's it like here? I'm new." She asked him, taking in how he took small bites of his food and didn't look up from his plate much.

"I know. It's not great here...everyone's stupid." He said with a sneer.

Hermione felt her heart racing at having a conversation with the young Lord Voldemort. Even though he hadn't hurt anyone yet, or at least not that she knew of, it was still very surreal.

"I see." Hermione wanted to say 'and you're not?' but she refrained. She didn't want to end up on his hit list already.

Suddenly, one of the teenagers came up to Riddle and pushed him off his chair. "Scram!" He shouted. He was very spotty and had bright blonde hair, he had a malicious glint in his eyes.

"Hey!" Hermione shouted, standing up. "Leave him alone. He wasn't doing any harm." Hermione had absolutely no idea why she was standing up for Tom Riddle, but she supposed he was only a kid right now and she hated to see people bullied.

"Who asked you, love?" He said, winking.

"I'm not your love," she sneered "Now leave him be." She continued angrily.

The boy laughed and kicked Tom while he was on the floor then walked away when his friends called him over.

Tom got up and brushed himself off and sat back down, looking at Hermione in a peculiar way.

"Are you alright?" She asked as she sat back down.

Tom Riddle just nodded and continued staring at her in that peculiar way.

She'd just finished her dinner and was about stand up when she heard a whispered "Thanks." come from Tom Riddle.

She stared at him in shock. "He will pay for that, trust me." He continued with an evil grin.

A few days later the boy was found unconscious at the bottom of the stairs. Mrs Cole said he fell, but most of the kids had their suspicions that he was pushed and they had an idea who by.