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This story came to me as a random idea and I sat down and started to type... and now, almost 2 months later I'm publishing it.

First I have to say that this story contains a kind of OOC Hermione. She will not be like the canon version in the HP books because of her new "back story" in this story.

But anyway I hope you will like this enough to hit the review button down bellow ;)

Disclaimer: I woke up one day and realized that I'm not JK Rowling and the fact that English isn't my first language.

1998

His pale fingers touched a old blurry photograph. It was a mugglephoto, which means, the two persons in the photo didn't move. They were literally frozen in time, always 11 years old.

The girl with the bushy hair was taller than the boy. Even if the photo was black and white he remembered the colors around them. And specially the colors of her eyes...

Life had been easy then. Even though he didn't want to admit it. He somehow missed it. He shook his head in anger, he certainly didn't miss it, the beatings and abuse still fresh in mind, after all these years.

The hands clutched the photo.

Yet he didn't want to hold it.

It was filthy, the photograph was taken by a muggle.

But the hands refused to let it slip.

Slip, that word reminded him of something. The memory made him smile with his lip less mouth.

Voldemort smile dropped when his eyes caught another photograph. He wasn't disgusted by this one. It was a wizardry photo.

The photo portrayed the same boy and girl, they were only older He spotted the Hogwarts robes and the head boy/girl badges on them. They were both 17 years old. The boy was now taller than the girl. His handsome angelic features were framed by his ebony locks. He had an arm around the girl who still had her bushy and curly hair. That was before she disappeared. How he wished he had found her. How he wished he had actually done something to save her! He didn't regret many things in his life, but this was one of the things he regretted most. The fact that he let her slip away from his grip still haunted him.

His dead heart jumped when he saw a smile playing on her lips. But she didn't smile at him, but at the boy beside her. The boy bent down and placed a sweet kiss on her lips.

He wished that it was him who was the boy in the picture. Well it had been him, but that was so long ago.

But he still wanted to be the boy in the picture, again. It would take his pain away and sweep the bitterness away. Instead he stored the photo in a pocket in his robe. With that he was going to have a part of her with him, by his side, giving him strength. He couldn't deny that his magic wasn't on top since her disappearance. The change was barely noticeable but it was a missing piece somewhere.

That picture was his last memory of her.

He had been searching for her all day, and he still was, in the evening he became very worried. He wasn't the type who was worried but she didn't just disappeared for no reason, not Hermione.

He remembered how he had even asked Dumbledore. The head of her house. The old fool hadn't told him anything. Instead he sat behind his damn desk and assured Tom that he shouldn't be so worried.

He had wanted to curse him.

He still wanted to curse him and kill him... Severus Snape had gotten that pleasure.

The man took his eyes away from the picture. His gaze meet a mirror, the mirror was as long as a man and the frame was silvery with red ruby ancient runes.

His reflection stared back at him.

Hermione had always said that his gray eyes were beautiful.

He wondered what she would say about his red ones.

Probably respond by screaming and cursing him.

Lord Voldemort stared at himself' in the mirror. He blinked, the reflection blinked back.

Look what he had achieved without her. England was by his feet, begging on knees for his mercy. Lord Voldemort had no mercy. After England was his, then he was going to take over rest of Europe. Germany could mean trouble along with the Scandinavian countries, he pushed that away, trying to concentrate on this task. Operation Europe was after this particular incident was over. The-boy-who-lived-just-to-die-a-painful-death was going to be defeated after all these years. Lord Voldemort was going to prove that he, only he, was the only sorcerer to rule the world. By this time next year he planned having whole Europe under control, moving into Asia.

A soft knock on the door and interrupted his mad planes.

"You may come in." Voldemort turned his face to the intruder.

Lucius Malfoy gulped and ran a shaky hand through his messy long hair. "My lord, it's time. Potter and his friend has arrived." His anticipation was quite evident in his voice.

"The Weasleyboy?" Voldemort replied, mostly to himself. Many purebloods were to die this night. Too many. For example the whole Weasley family. Although no exceptions were going to be made. He would never allow to spare any blood traitors just because of their precious blood. Blood traitors were just as despicable as mudbloods, animals.

"Yes, my lord." Malfoy replied sheepishly.

Lord Voldemort nodded shortly. Finally! He had an awaiting victory. He walked past Lucius with only one place in mind, the battlefield.

Lucius Malfoy's heart beat faster when his master left the room. All the lands and manors he had been promised, treasures beyond his wildest imagination. But most of all, the chance to exculpate his family and himself from all the mistakes. He was a follower of the most powerful wizard in the world and he was going to be rewarded. He did not knew that Lord Voldemort alias Tom Riddle Jr walked toward his downfall.

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