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Spells
Ch. 1
Hermione ran down the corrador, trying to escape the Inquisition Squad. The meeting of Dumbledore's Army was in shambles, the Toad had found them before ordering the capture of the leaders. Hermione turned to see if they were chasing her, only to see no one behind her. She pulled out her time-turner determined to find a way to prevent the Squad from finding the DA. Unfortunatetly, she tripped falling down a moving staircase and shattering the magical necklace.
She watched time slide by her as she tumbled down the stairs, just as the flow backwords of time stopped she saw a boy and the Basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets disappear down the corrador and around a corner. "Ouch!" She cried out involintarily, as her back slammed against the floor at the bottom of the stairs. She heard the boy hiss something before seeing his head pop around the corner to check for the person who had called out in pain.
"Who are you?" He demanded in anger.
"I am hurt, I think I have a broken leg." Hermione answered, evading his question. He growled at her before flicking his wand and levitating her, floating her to the Hospital Wing.
"Madam Hufflepuff, we have an injured girl." The boy shouted for the nurse. An elderly woman rushed out of her office to see who was in need of her aid.
"Oh, dear! Mr. Riddle, I need you to fetch the Headmaster." She ordered the Prefect. He nodded, and after levitating Hermione to a bed, headed out to the Great Hall.
"Professor Dippit!" He spoke loudly as he entered the large room, walking up to the Head Table as the Headmaster and Professor Dumbledore looked at him.
"Mr. Riddle, what do you need?" The Headmaster asked the Slytherin 5th year.
"Madam Hufflepuff requests your presence in the Hospital Wing." Tom answered, hiding his disgust for both men. "It is an emergency." He added when Dippit didn't move to stand.
"Very well, I am coming." He responded gruffly, standing and exiting through the Professor's exit. Tom left the Great Hall and meet up with the Headmaster in the corrador and together they headed to the Hospital Wing.
"What on Earth have you been doing, young woman?" They heard the nurse exclaimed as they entered the Hospital Wing. Not noticing the visitors entrance, the teen girl answered.
"Madam, I fell down the stairs and my time-turner shattered as I was falling." She answered unhappily. "Can you tell me what the date is?" She asked, starting to sound exasperated.
"The date, Miss, is October 30th 1942." Headmaster Dippit answered, drawing the attention of the two women. "You were lucky that Mr. Riddle found you." He added as he moved to Hermione's bedside. "When are you from?" He inquired as he sat down.
"1994. I went 50 years into the past!" She spoke in a dull tone, shock and fear warring inside her. "Wait, did you say Riddle, as in Tom Riddle.?" She asked, fear encompassing her body and showing in her expreshion. "Oh, the irony!" She added under her breath.
"Can I get your name, please?" The headmaster asked, caution in both his eyes and tone.
"My name is Hermione Jean Granger, I am a 5th year muggleborn Gryffindor." She answered honestly, straightening her uniform and robes.
"Proud of it?" Tom asked, eyebrow raised, teasing the girl from the future.
"Yep." Hermione responded with a grin at the Slytherin heir.
"Gryffindors." Tom muttered, rolling his eyes at her response to her teasing.
"Well, Ms. Granger, we need to come up with a cover story for the rest of the school." Headmaster Dippit informed the teen.
"Why, I come from a time where the students are the grandchildren of this group of students." Hermione pointed out. "As I am a muggleborn, I can't tell them very much about anything that will really effect their lives." She explained to them.
"I never would have thought of that." Dippit admitted, looking pensive. "You are right, being this far in the past shouldn't effect the timestream." He added, speaking his thoughts on the idea. Hermione rolled her eyes as he caught on to what she had already said.
"Is he always this dense?" She whispered her question to Tom, stiffening when she remembered who he would become in the future.
"Yes, why are you scared of me?" Tom answered, confused by her reactions to him.
"You're also in your 5th year?" She asked, scared of Voldemort even though he wasn't yet a killer.
"Yes." Tom answered, wondering what about his future had this beauty so scared of him. "Why do you ask?" He added, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Later." She stated, eyes flicking to the Headmaster and back. Tom gave a sharp, but still tiny, nod in acceptance.
"Right, we should get you Sorted, so you can get to bed tonight." The headmaster pointed out before turning to the nurse. "Is she well enough to leave?"
"Yes, I would like to check her over tomorrow, before bedtime, to make sure there is no lasting damage." Madam Hufflepuff answered her boss and giving her patient a pointed look.
"Good, good. Come along then, children." He spoke cheerfully, quickly exiting the Wing. Tom and Hermione rolled their eyes and followed at a normal pace, not rushing to chase after the Headmaster. When they all reached the Headmaster's Office, Dippit plucked the Sorting Hat from its shelf and dropped it onto Hermione's head.
~Ah, you're a little old to be a first year.~ The Hat grumbled in her mind.
~I am a 5th year from 1994.~ Hermione growled at the hat mentaly. ~Just do your Job.~ She demanded shortly.
~Fine, but don't kill anyone.~ The Hat answered before shouting SLYTHERIN to the room. Hermione removed the Sorting Hat and glared at it.
"You just put a Muggleborn in Slytherin, I'm the one who's dead." She informed it with a snarl. As she spoke 2 rings fell from the Hat.
"Mr. Riddle, Ms. Granger, you two are heirs of Hogwarts." One of the Paintings, the one of Helga Hufflepuff, announced. Tom retrieved both rings and examinined the crests. He slid the Lordship ring onto his own finger, making it glow green, before handing the other one to Hermione.
"How am I related to Rowena Ravenclaw?" She asked, before flicking her wand. Accio Potion's textbook She summoned a book from her bag. After catching it, she tapped the spine with her wand. "Bloodline revealers." She ordered, causing the book to open to the easiest one. "Legacy Potion." She read the title aloud, before silently going over the required ingredients, step by step instructions, and basic explaination. "Three hours to brew." She added in a whisper.
"I am sure our Potion's Professor, Horrace Slughorn, would be willing to brew this potion for you." Headmaster Dippit assured the teen girl.
"I am more than cabable of brewing it myself." Hermione informed the Headmaster, her tone sharp at the thought of not being good enough at anything. She opened her bag and pulled her 4th year End of Term test results out and handing it to Headmaster Dippit. He gasped as he looked over the parchment, shocked by the content.
"Amaising, my dear. 8 Outstandings and 1 Exceed's Expectations." He spoke, offering the parchment to Tom, who's eyes widened in shock as he looked it over as well. "We will show this to your new Head of House. Professor Slughorn is not only your Potion's Professor, but also the Head of Slytherin." Dippit stated to Hermione. "Tom, would you show Ms. Granger to the Slytherin Common Room and give Horrace those results?" He stated the order in a polite manner, but the dismissal was clear to both students. Hermione nodded and followed Tom out of the Office, stopping outside and flicking her wand at her robes to change them to Slytherin robes, the red and gold of Gryffindor becoming the green and silver of Slytherin. Once the magic was complete, they continued down to the dungeons, Tom leading her to the entrance of the Slytherin Common Room.
The entrance of Slytherin Common Rooms was guarded by a portrait of a Black-haired man in his 30's holding a green snake. Tom smiled and spoke the password to the common room. "Slytherin Pride." The portrait nodded, and opened for the students.
"Who was that?" Hermione asked, curious.
"That is Severin Slytherin, he was the great-great-great-grandson of Salazar Slytherin." Tom answered her question easily.
"So that makes him your great-great-grandfather, his daughter marrying the heir of Gaunt." Hermione spoke aloud, her mind going over the knowledge of Voldemort's ancestery.
"How do you know that?" Tom demanded, eyes narrowing at her warily.
"I have looked into the Founder's Heirs in my time, trying to trace the bloodlines for the chance of finding the current heirs to bring more balance of power in Hogwarts." She informed him softly. "Our Headmaster has too much power and is obsessed with being the Hero of the Light." She admitted to her future enemy.
"Ah, then I take it my own grandson is aware of you?" Tom asked blandly.
"You never marry or have children, to my knowledge." Hermione admitted, her eyes dropping to the floor.
"What?!" Tom exclaimed in shock. "Am I still alive in your time?" He demanded, in fear.
"Yes, but not as you are now. I will say no more." Hermione answered, not wanting to help the man who tries to kill her best friend over and over.
"Very well, I will drop the matter for now, but eventually I will want more answers." Tom warned her, before pointing to one of the staircases. "That leads to the girl's dormatory, and the fifth years are on the 4th floor." He states, giving her a short bow and heading up the other staircase.
"Thank You." Hermione calls out to the Prefect before going up and finding her own bed.