Hey guys! It's been sooo long since I updated any of my stories. I am going to start updating every single story, but this has been in my head forever so I have to get it out there. This will be a short chapter since I am posting the second one right after. I have no beta so please forgive me if I spell something wrong. Also, please read the authors note at the bottom.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Only the plot is mine.
Chapter 1: End of Summer Break
It was a normal day in the Granger household. Mr and Mrs Granger had just gotten home and sat down to watch the news. They knew Hermione would come out of her room when she was ready so they didn't worry much about not seeing her. They were so engrossed in watching the bridge collapse that they didn't hear the quiet "Obliviate" behind them, and the soft closing of the door.
When she stepped outside, Hermione let a couple of the tears fall. She hadn't wanted to lose her parents, but she figured if they didn't remember her, they wouldn't be hurt because of her. She had packed all of her stuff while they had been gone, and shrunk it to all fit in one bag, which she had made weightless. She had also made them think that their life goal was to move to Australia. She would find them there when the war was over.
"If I survive" she thought bitterly, then shook her head. "No I can't think that way." She lifted her wand and summoned the Knight Bus, which appeared in minutes. She turned to look at the house one last time. It was the place she'd lived in her whole life; A place she may never see again. She turned back around and boarded the bus.
"Diagon Alley please." she asked queitly. In five minutes she was in the Leaky Couldron requesting a room. When she walked in, she sighed. There was a twin sized bed, a dresser, and a nightstand. A lone window with a dirty shade was her only connection to the outside world. She ignored it all and set her bag down, throwing herself onto the bed and finally letting her tears fall.
Tom Riddle sat outside of the orphanage with a sneer on his face. He detested this place. It had made his life a living hell since he had been born. All because his mother had fallen in love with a useless muggle and died when he left her. He hated both of his parents. In fact, it wasn't only his parents. He hated everyone. He wanted everyone to bow before him or die. "One day" he thought darkly.
He stood up and headed back into his dorm. He shared it with seven other males, but they were all terrifed of him, and left him alone. He liked it better that way. He sat on his bed and looked around. He had only a bed and a wardrobe, which hid all of his Hogwarts stuff. Luckily, he had turned 17 and in just a few weeks, he would be going back for his last year and never have to come back here again. He reached under his pillow and pulled out a faded leather journal. It had a clasp around the middle and "Riddle" in a plaque on the top. The only thing he had of his mother's. He sighed and laid down, falling asleep instantly.
A/N Ok I know it's short but it was just like an introduction. As I said at the beginning, I am posting the next chapter up with it, which is longer and about Hermione. Please review and tell me how it is. Destructive criticism is ok but if you are going to be rude, don't bother reviewing.