Interfering With Destiny
Hermione sat on the stool with all the confidence of one knowing every outcome. She had planned and plotted and she had finally made it. To the past.
While neither side was winning the war, things had taken a turn for the worse when Harry was struck down. He lied in a coma in the hospital wing and was not expected to wake any time soon. The Order was managing to hold Voldemort's troops back for now but Hermione knew desperate measures needed to be taken and she was just the person to do so. Using several complex arithmancy equations she knew the best way to win the war and she was set on her path.
"Back again I see." The hat spoke softly to her and Hermione quickly cast her eyes at Dumbledore who was standing with a genial smile on his face next to her. He was still looking out at the waiting students sitting at their house tables but she knew better than to assume he hadn't heard. "You were placed in Gryffindor before...hmm." The hat paused as if considering something. Hermione frowned and mentally told the hat to just get on with it and place her where she belonged.
"Very well then...Miss. Riddle." Hermione's brow creased in confusion for a split second before her eyes opened wide in horror. She looked over to see Dumbledore's head snap toward her with a narrowed eyed look. "I see you are set on your course, you will bring about your fathers demise. But-" The hat paused dramatically and then almost gleefully stated, "I think you would be best served in SLYTHERIN!"
Hermione's eyes had yet to leave Dumbledore's suspicious, shocked eyes. She seemed to be in a fog while the hat was lifted from her head by a seemingly clueless Professor McGonagall. Slowly she rose, turning her eyes to her new house table where a smattering of applause sounded.
She wasn't sure she remembered how to get her legs walking but she made a jerky effort before her brain kicked back into gear.
Lifting her head, her haughty mask back in place, she glided over to the Slytherin table, taking a seat right in the middle of the little vipers as a new plan started forming in her head. She quirked her lips in an approximation of a smile and nodded her head as people greeted her. Dumbledore commenced the feast and while her new peers managed to sneak in polite inquiries, she would simply quirk her lips in a mysterious little smile as her eyes twinkled at them, refusing to answer.
Soon she would come to the attention of Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy. The former, eyes glinting suspiciously at her, the latter smirking and charming, both were quite keen to uncover her secrets. In any way possible.
A/N Just a drabble that popped into my head. I haven't actually published anything in a VERY long time so I thought I'd put this up and see what you guys think :)