The Riddle of Riddle

Warning: Harsh Language. It will be throughout the story. I'm not sorry if it offends anyone because if it's in here, that's how I see fit to write it.

Disclaimer: Obviously if I'm posting this on a Fanfiction site, I'm not the incredible J.K Rowling. I claim no rights to anything Harry Potter related.

White Gold - Metric

"I wanna make it right.
Some future in my eyes - bright
Hush - Don't explain.
When they water down my name,
I'll be up too late
Call me when you get, better at your game,
You haven't beat me yet."

Chapter 1: A last Resort

"You useless mudblood bitch!" A sickening scream tore from my throat as the deranged witch cackled with obvious delight. "Who will save you now? Hmmmm? No itty bitty Potter? Not even the little Weasley?" Her voice was getting higher pitched by the second. It was taking on the deranged tone that meant only meant she was thrilled by the situation I was in.

I took in a shuddering breath as Bellatrix poised her wand, seconds away from casting the curse she was well known for; The bloody witch thought she was about to Crucio me? Hermione Granger?

Anger boiled in my veins. It was barely contained. Time seemed to slow to crawl as I felt the time turner Dumbledore had made specially for me pulse with the extent of my magic. I could feel my magic amplify, just as Albus had claimed it would. I narrowed my eyes and with a wave of my hand, summoned my wand back from the absolutely mental witch. It flew into my palm with a gratifying swoosh as the core recognized its rightful mistress.

I took my battle stance in front of LeStrange. With a voice I didn't believe was mine, I shouted the words that would ensure she never hurt another one of my friends, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" With a loud bang, time was passing normally again. The only thing different was the reaction of all those deuling around me moments ago. They'd stopped. Rather, they were now staring in my general direction with shocked and confused eyes and mouths gaping. Death Eaters and Order members alike gave me the same disbelieving looks. Really? As if they didn't think I had it in me to kill just like every other goddamned person in this war has.

I leveled my stare and looked at every pair of eyes in the great hall. With a flourish of my tattered cloak, I turned and took off in a dead sprint. I only had one chance to stop the damn war before it really had a chance to begin. Clutching the time turner, I pushed my legs faster, muscles burning in protest.

Portraits, or what was left of them, stared on in shock as I streaked past and up the many flights, or again, what was left of the flights of the slowly crumbling Hogwarts. My heart was beating like a drum, echoing around my head, shattering through my veins. My thoughts were chanting one thought, and one thought only, repeatedly. I need to go back. I need to go back. I need to go back.

I eventually made it to the floor I was looking for. I paced quickly in front of the wall. I closed my eyes and waited. I felt the presence of the door appearing before I'd even heard the tell tale creak. It was a matter of seconds before I was in the door, across the room, and in front of the diary of the man that had caused so much hurt.

Voldemort. Tom Riddle. The man that had caused all of this.

I pulled my beaded bag out of my tattered robe pocket. Thank Merlin it survived all the fighting. I quickly accio'd the neccesary runes and started placing them in a circle around the pedestal the diary was sitting on. I clutched the emblem around my neck. Dumbledore had said it would amplify my magical power to it's fullest extent. He'd warned me that there'd be consquences of using it, though. I'd barely have any energy left after tonight.

I cautiously took the diary off the pedistal & banished the table away. I flipped to a middle page and burnt a date into the paper, knowing ink would just disolve.

August 31st, 1944.

I accio'd my old timeturner out of my clutch. I quickly spilled the sands of time from the hourglass onto the burnt page. Using my wand, I spread the grains of sand evenly over the page.

I bowed before the journal, keeping my eyes locked on the date all the while clutching the altered time turner in my balmy hands, I began to chant.

"Ubi habitet in praeterito. Ubi semel a puer. Ubi potest percussit. VenerĂ¡nda XXXI MCMXLV! Mittere me!"

I heard the door kick in behind me, but I didn't stop my chant. The diary had begun to take on an eerie green glow. "Hermione! Stop!" said the voice of the stranger trying to break my concentration. My magic burst out my whole, sending a golden arc to surround the circle, keeping out the unwelcome guest. Protecting me from their grasp.

Soon, the room became a blur and I felt a feeling of weightless-ness settle around my body. The only clear thing in the room were the burnt letters on the diary page which had taken on the green glow.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Suddenly, emerald green flames shot into the air above me and my protective little sheild snapped back into me forcefully.

August 31st, 1945. It was illuminated in the air, high above the diary. The letters seemed to be shimmering, before the enlarged without warning. It was only seconds before the emerald flames were rushing full speed at my body.

Before I even knew what was happening to me, the flames engulfed me in a bone chilling whoosh. I barely managed to screech out "The Forbidden Forest!" before a small hand grasped my shoulders, and I was falling. That's the only way it could be explained. I was falling. And there was a stranger who was practically glued to my back as we were inexplicitly impacted to fit down this particular tunnel of time. I needed to figure out if this stranger was friend of foe, but I couldn't so much as raise my eyelids.

I was starting to feel the weariness Albus had warned me of. It was as if I could actually

I collapsed on a hard surface. I managed to pry my eyes open for just the amount of time it took to see a familiar blonde head of hair raised into mid air, only to be hit be a green jet of light. It might have been the shock of seeing another friend die, or it could've been the bone deep exhaustion I felt but, needless to say, everything went black.


A/N: Thank you for reading! I'd really appreciate if you'd review your thoughts on it! c:

I know I started a different fanfiction in the summer that has been somewhat neglected, but this plot line wouldn't leave me alone! I technically started writing this months before I published the other story, I just had no idea where I wanted to take it! lol

As always,

Liz