Hermione had enough of the war. After Harry was killed by Voldemort, Hermione decided to go back into time when Tom was still a student at Hogwarts and take care of Tom herself before he came into power. Hermione didn't realize she turned the time turner too many times that she landed in 1930 instead of 1940. Tom was just a child and she just could not kill a child. So she decided to adopt Tom and give him love he never knew and hopefully that will change the future. If not, then she'll have to kill her himself.

After meeting Tom Riddle, Hermione went back to her flat and sat on her bed with her head in her hands, trying to stop herself from having a panic attack. She was massaging her temples and brushing her hair back every so often. She had no idea what she was doing or even how to manage to take care of a 4- year old Voldemort. She had to remind herself he wasn't Voldemort yet but she still hyperventilating after meeting him. Remembering the war and watching Harry fall before him was the worst thing she had seen her whole life.

She thought long and hard before she came here. She thought she had everything planed out; Hermione knew what she was going to do when she got here. She was going to go to Dumbledore, get a job, get an apartment, and adopt Tom Riddle and hope for the best. She had done everything except going to Dumbledore, get a job, and adopt Tom. She wanted to meet him before and see what she had to deal with. The look in his eyes scared her and that made her angry at herself. For god sake he is only 4, what could he possibly do to an adult witch who knew all the spells by heart?

Dammit! she is a Gryffindor, not some weak Hufflepuff! Hermione stood and went to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. Her heart jumped at the coldness when it hit her flushed face. She gripped the sink on both sides so tightly that her hands turned white from the pressure. She calmed her breathing and she thought about the ingredients to make pollyjuice potion, the most complex potion she ever made. It calmed her down thinking of the steps and the ingredients on how to make it.

How can she adopt something that killed her friends and try to care for it? Love it? All she wanted to do was pull her wand out and kill him on the spot. The only thing that stopped her was seeing him at a 4-year-old boy and who looked and was very much human. Seeing the eyes of a hurt little boy who tried to hide the pain he was in. Letting go of the sink Hermione started to cry and slid down the wall and threw her arms around her knees, pushing her face into them. She needed Harry right now. She wasn't the brave one, Harry was, it has always been Harry. How was she going to do this without him?

After a few minuets Hermione stood up and took her clothes off, threw the shower curtain aside. Turning on the shower to find the perfect temperature she jumped in the shower to calm herself down. She had to remind herself that Harry was not born yet. She could change the future and let him have a good life, a life he deserved. After opening the shampoo bottle Harry always used, she calmed down quiet a bit. Smelling the familiar smell that always calmed her, knowing he was there for her, at least in her memory. She could do this, she had to…

Rinsing off her body she shut off the shower and grabbed the towel to dry herself off. Heading to her room, she decided enough was enough and she was going to Dumbledore. She couldn't do this herself, she needed guidance and support from someone she could trust. When Hermione went to her room and saw she forgot the one thing that was important; clothes.

Hermione walked back into the bathroom and put on the same clothes she had on before, Jeans and a T-shirt. Of course women did not wear these yet, as she was in the 30's now, not in the 90's, she would stand out. First thing first; clothes shopping.

Hermione walked down the busy street angrily as she passed a lot of people on the sidewalk who were giving her shocked and disgusted looks. She hadn't thought about dressing in different clothes when she transferred herself through time and was silently cursing herself. She was on the main street trying to find a clothing shop that wasn't above her budget.

She stopped at a building with a dress on a mannequin and thought this was the perfect place since she hadn't found one yet that didn't look over the top. She went in and noticed dresses everywhere and bit back a groan. She hated dresses. Rolling her eyes, she started to grab the clothes her hands touched. She had a feeling she was being watched, when she turned around and saw the women in the shop giving her disapproval looks at her wardrobe. She heard the whispers.

Some even scoffed at her when she looked she them. Hermione rolled her eyes and could feel her face heat up. She bit her tongue and continued to pick out clothes. She certainly was not in the mood for their judgments. Hermione went to the checkout, putting her clothes on the counter, the man looked at her in distaste and Hermione finally had enough and snapped. "Will you just charge me already." The sales man jumped back, surprised. He glared at her and opened his mouth to say something but Hermione gave him her don't you dare look. He decided against it and started to write down Hermione's order.

She changed when she got to her flat and did her hair up as she saw the other women's hair she saw today. When she was done and looked in the mirror she groaned out loud. "How am I going to live like this?" Shaking her head and walking to grab her purse Hermione apparated to the Hogwarts ground and walked towards the building.

When she got to the doors Hermione's heart started to beat faster as she stopped at the gates. She hoped Dumbledore was in today. She mentally kicked herself for not writing him. She knew he was not headmaster, it was Armando Dippet, what she saw in the pictures was a whited haired man with a long beard. Harry did not like him for he gave him the nickname 'dipshit' because the things Dumbledore had said about him. She only hoped she didn't have to deal with him too much.

When she got to the gates, they opened and the man she wanted to see was on the other side smiling kindly at her. Hermione shook her head; she didn't know how he knew but here he was as if he was expecting her.

"Miss Granger, please follow me into my office." Dumbledore said with a kind smile. She returned it and walked towards his office. Hermione was looking around the castle to see if there was a difference. She was amazed at all the decorations on the walls and different pictures she didn't see before, she wondered why they weren't there during her time here.

When they got to his office Hermione smile brightened when she saw Fawkes sitting on the post; something's never changed. She noticed it was Dumbledore's office and not the headmaster's office, she wondered why they weren't there.

"Taffy?"

"No, thank you." She replied.

Dumbledore smiled at her. "Miss Granger please tell me why you are here."

Hermione was nervous, she didn't know how much to tell him. When she opened her mouth it seemed all the words came out and she couldn't stop herself. It felt good to have someone know her secrets. Her eyes filled with tears when she talked about her friends, the war. When she finished Dumbledore looked at her for a while that she started to squirmed in her chair. She could feel him in her head and Hermione pushed all her memories to the surface. He smiled a little and leaned forward after he was sure he was telling the truth.

"Headmaster Dippet is not here as he is at the Ministry right now but, as it is I am second in command and can do what I please." He said with a twinkle in his blue eyes that Hermione missed seeing. She smiled at him, tears forming in her eyes. She blinked them away.

"Well unfortunately for you we do not have an opening for a professor, but how about an assistant? If you're up to it." Hermione could feel herself feeling relived and smiled at Dumbledore.

"If you would have me sir, I would be delighted to take anything you give me." She said excitedly.

Dumbledore leaned back and smiled at her. "Its yours then."

"I have a feeling with your guidance, Tom will have a better chance, Miss Granger." Hermione looked at him and smiled, she certainly hoped so. "Good luck with the orphanage, if you need help you know where to find me. You are not alone Miss Granger; help is always given at Hogwarts for those who ask for it." Hermione nodded, stood and bid him a good day and left the castle. One thing down another to go.

"The papers have been finalized Miss Granger." Said Mrs. Cole, her face flushed and she was having a hard time catching her breath as she has been running through the hall.

Hermione gave her a weird look but smiled at her anyway. "Thank you." She followed Mrs. Cole and she was having to run to catch up with her. Hermione was sure Mrs. Cole wanted Tom out of here as fast as she could toss him out. She got up to go into his room Hermione felt a hand grab her arm to stop her from going inside.

Hermione looked at Mrs. Cole and was not surprised by the uneasy look on her face. "Are you sure you want to do this. Strange things happen when he is around." The lady looked scared but Hermione tried giving her a soothing smile. "I'm sure." She turned and went to his room.

His room like every other room here which was small with a window to look outside and a small desk and chair, a bed against the wall. Everything about this room and even this building was gloomy and very dark. She saw him look at her with a curious but cautious look that he gave her the first time she came, like last time she shivered she met his eyes. Dark eyes with no emotion but she saw a flicker of hope but it vanished very quickly.

Hermione hoped at being a child he wouldn't have any effect on her but the moment she stepped inside his room she felt his magic instantly surround her, scoping her out. The hairs on her body stood up. She forced herself to smile at him. Walking towards him she put her hand around her wand and clamed down a bit at the familiar feel of her cool wooden wand in her hand. She sat down on the chair next to his bed, she looked at him as he analyzed her.

"who are you, what do you want?" He asked in an unemotional voice. "My name is Hermione, I'm here to take you with me Tom. You don't belong here." She said. He looked at her, trying to see if she was lying. "Why?"

"Your different Tom, you can make things happen can't you?" She said to him. Tom narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm not mad." He said. Her heart started to beat faster as she heard anger in his voice. She put on a fake smile. "I'm not taking you to a hospital Tom. I'm different… Like you" She said in a tone she hoped was understanding. He looked at her like she was lying.

"Prove it." He said.

Hermione smiled and she took out her wand she was holding and his eyes immediately looked at it. "wingardium leviosa" she said softly and the light came out of the wand and to his chair and it lifted into the air. Tom grabbed the chair and gasped looking down at the ground. He looked at her, she could tell he was a little frightened but was excited at the same time. She put him down on the ground.

"Like I said Tom, we're different." He stood and nodded. He grabbed his box from the cupboard and turned towards her. Hermione noticed that was the only thing he had and she immediately became annoyed and very upset.

She grabbed his little hand in hers and left the building without saying good bye to the staff. No wonder he grew up the way he did, stupid people. She thought. When she got towards the end of the building into the alley way he looked up at her questionably. She smiled at him. "Hold on tight Tom." She said.

She was going to apparate with him holding on but thought better of it, he might let go. She picked him up and he made a disapproval sound but when she apparated he cried out and grabbed her neck so tight she'd probably have bruises. He was definitely strong for his age. When she got to the flat he still held on. His head still in her shoulder. "You can let go Tom." She said. He looked around and saw they were in a building. "Is this your place?" He asked getting down from her arms. "Yes it is, its yours now too." He stumbled a bit, she grabbed his arm to steady him.

He looked around the flat and moved out of her grasp to looked out the window. He turned back around and looked at her.

"Where are we?" He asked, his voice still held no emotion and it broke Hermione's heart that this boy didn't know love. She hoped she could do this.

"We are in a place called Diagon Alley. Its for people like you and me." She said. He looked back outside and watched the people walk through the streets, she could only guess what he thought; they looked weird because they were wearing robes, to him dresses.

"Are you hungry Tom?" He nodded and Hermione went into the kitchen and made him some spaghetti and garlic bread. She walked out with the plate and sat on the other end of the table. She was slightly nervous; she didn't want to eat just in case she couldn't hold it down. She definitely didn't know what to talk about with a 4-year-old.

She noticed him staring at her, she looked at him and smiled. "When your finished eating would you like to look around the shops?" She asked. He nodded again and took another bit of his food.

When he was done Hermione cleaned the plate and took his hand and walked towards the floo. "Why are we headed to the fire place?" He curiously asked.

"Its called flooing Tom." She said and picked him up again and Tom tensed under her touch. "I'm sorry Tom this is the only way for now."

After grabbing floo powder and yelled out Diagon Alley and they came out of the chimney in the middle of the busy street. Hermione went to the department store for little kid's clothes. They started to shop while Tom picked out what he liked to wear. He was looking at the tags until Hermione confirmed it was okay to get something he liked.

Walking out with three full bags of clothes they walked through Diagon Alley. They stopped at a book store and Hermione asked if he liked to read. He nodded so they walked into the shop. Hermione went directly to her favorite books and looked at all of them. She pulled out her favorite; Hogwarts, a History and smiled. She was going to buy it and see if Tom would like for her to read it to him.

She found him in a different area and waked up to him.

"Did you find something Tom?" She asked. "Yes." He said and showed her the book, it was The Tale of the Beedle and The Bard. She smiled and nodded. The went to the check out and she bought the books.

Walking out of the shop Tom tried to hide the yawn but Hermione saw and asked if he wanted to go home. He shook his head; he didn't want to leave yet. Hermione smiled. "We can always come back tomorrow Tom." She said. Tom nodded and Hermione picked him up and apparated.

At home she put his clothes and books away while he took a bath and dressed for the night. He came out and laid down in bed and Hermione tucked him in.

"Would you like me to read to you?" She asked. He looked at her surprised for a second and hesitantly nodded his head. Hermione smiled and started to read the book he got. After a few chapters in Tom was asleep and Hermione left, turned the light off and walked out of the room. She took a shower and jumped into her bed and fell right to sleep after a busy day.

My fist Harry Potter story. Sorry for the Hufflepuff slam in the beginning. Do not mean to upset people. Tell me what you think and if I should continue or not. I got three chapter written already but don't know if I should continue. Let me know and ill update soon.

Excerpt for my next chapter

Tom was not having a good day, but when does he ever? Living in this orphanage wasn't the best place to be but it was home to him. He wished someone would come and take him away from here but Mrs. Cole said his mother died and his father wouldn't want anything to do with him. She said his mother was not normal and he was just like her. He didn't deserve love like the other children here. Hearing that from the moment he understood other people took a toll on Tom and he believed everything she said to him. He knew she wasn't his mother but she was the only thing he had to a mother figure. Trying desperately to have her approval but every time he tried to do something good it always went bad for Tom.

The kids always blamed Tom when something went wrong, he didn't know how it was happening, it just did. Now and days he just locked himself in his room and didn't come out until it was time for dinner. He'd look outside and have a pang of jealousy when he saw the other kids laugh and play, none of them had to worry about anything bad happening around them. Looking down at his hands he saw the cuts he made with the stone he found outside, he heard one time from Mrs. Cole that pain made you human and she said Tom was far from it, so he cut himself to see if he felt pain.

Looking at his hands he saw the scars he did before and he felt pain then but now he didn't. Did that mean he wasn't human anymore? Was he a monster that the people in the orphanage claim him to be? Cutting deeper into his wrist Tom felt pain and he gasped and smiled for once. He felt pain! He was human. His vision blurred as the rock fell from his hands. He fell from his bed onto the floor and he heard the door open, he heard Mrs. Cole's voice.

"Tom what is going…" He heard her scream and felt her hands on him. They were warm, he heard her saying something but it sounded as if she was far away. Her hands went to his face and all he could think was that it was comforting, he leaned into her hands and closed his eyes, sleep over came him as he heard Mrs. Cole scream.