Hermione didn't know why she was still sitting here; it was almost dark, too dangerous to be outside. Sighing, she thought about getting up and heading inside but she couldn't bring herself too. That would mean going inside and facing the possibility of sleep and she wasn't quite ready for that, if she slept then surely she would dream and Hermione didn't want to dream.
Sitting there in silence, darkness fell and when Hermione finally took notice of her surroundings she found that it was pitch dark except the stars that were twinkling above her and the wand light coming towards her.
"Hello" she called out, but then realized with the war that beginning to rage outside maybe that hadn't been a smart idea, slowly the figure drew closer and closer until they were two meters away.
"Hel-lo" her voice quivered, the light coming from the wand blinded her and Hermione squinted her eyes, trying to see the figure when the blow came from behind and as the wand lowered and black spots began to cloud her vision she heard a familiar voice whisper, "You shouldn't have hit her that hard, he'll be angry if she tells him" before everything went black.
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Hermione's eyes cracked open and she saw with painful clarity that it hadn't been a nightmare, the ache in the back of her head still throbbed and putting her hand to the spot where it throbbed she drew her hand back to find it covered in a thick, red sticky substance… blood.
Looking around she realized that she was in exactly the same spot as before except dawn was beginning to break. Trying to get up, her muscles straining and screaming in protest, Hermione ran one hand through her straight hair; she'd finally given into Lavender and Parvati, letting them give her a makeover.
Something moved on the edge of her vision and attempting to stand, she saw people rushing towards her. Feeling her wand holster that was attached to her arm she was pleased to find her wand still firmly in its place.
The first person to reach her was someone she didn't recognize but the woman was wearing the Hogwarts Nurse's uniform so Hermione didn't pull out her wand and hex the woman from here to next year.
"My dear, are you alright?" The Nurse gushed, Hermione shot her a look that suggested she was trying to purvey the thought of:
'I cannot stand and I'm cover in blood, not to mention the throbbing wound and headache I have, but other than that I'm perfectly fine'
"No, I'm rather dizzy actually" Hermione whispered, becoming extremely lightheaded, "My dear what year is it?" one of the other people asked, a elderly looking guy, he seemed quite nice and looked quiet worried about her, "It's 1997 Professor" she whispered, her voice becoming softer.
"My dear, you appear to have a concussion which would explain the disorientation," the Nurse said softly, looking pityingly down at Hermione.
(AN – I don't have the books with me so that'll have to do, k)
The last thing Hermione heard was that same man say, "My dear it's 1945. What's your name?" he asked her, Hermione's weak eyes opened a fraction and she managed to whisper "Hermione" before passing out from the loss of blood.
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When Hermione next woke she noticed that she was in the hospital wing and that the pain in her head was gone. Placing her fingers to the back of her head she probed the spot where the pain has been and noticed there was nothing there but her silky straight hair.
Sitting up she noticed she could do that with ease and looked around, looking beside the bed, Hermione noticed there was a boy with smooth black hair and pale skin asleep in the chair.
She smiled and thought about how cute he looked asleep when she realized that she didn't even know his name, let alone who he was, then she noticed the Slytherin crest on his robes and a shiny Head Boy badge pinned to his robes, but that wasn't possible because Harry was Head Boy but this most certainly wasn't Harry.
Letting out a little squeak she felt the rush of memories rush over her, the past day or two passed through her brain and she let out a little gasp, "I'm so not in Kansas anymore" she whispered.
Sliding her legs out from underneath the covers, Hermione placed her feet on the cold, clean surface of the Hospital Wing floor and stood. She managed to go a few paces when her legs suddenly gave out and she let out a shriek of shock. Strong arms wrapped around her waist and stopped her just before she collapsed onto the ground.
The boy carried her back to her bed and lay her back down on it, looking deeply into his eyes, Hermione saw they were a deeper shade of emerald than Harry's and they didn't show emotion like his did.
"Thank you" her voice was soft, but loud enough to be heard, "You're welcome," he said, "What's your name?" he asked, she blinked and shook her head, "Hermione, my name's Hermione," He smirked, "Pleased to meet you Hermione" he said. "Your name," she said and he looked startled, "What's you name?"
He smirked and said evenly, "My name is Tom Riddle, I'm Head Boy here at Hogwarts" Hermione's eyes widened, Tom Riddle? Harry, Ginny, Diary, Basilisk, Chamber, Voldemort. All these things flashed through her mind and Hermione felt the familiar sensation of passing out come over herself and this time she surrendered willingly.
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