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Hermione Granger paced around restlessly. Where on earth was Ron? Their first S.P.E.W. meeting for the year was due in five minutes, and so far, no one had shown up. Sixth year really sucks, she thought angrily.
10 minutes later, two boys burst into the abandoned classroom, panting. One had black hair. But the most intriguing thing about him was not his glasses, or even the Snitch in his hands it was the scar on his forehead. Behind him, a ginger-haired freckled boy slumped against the wall.
"He got the Snitch, Hermione!" said Ron excitedly. "Harry snatched it before Malfoy got his slimy hands on it!"
"Whatever. Harry has won about a thousand games by now.in fact, he ALWAYS wins," she said cynically. "But who cleans up the mess? Who toils around dutifully in the kitchens while you sleep away?" she asked, as though in a debate.
"You mean WHAT," said Ron with a bored look on his face. Hermione might be pretty, and had a charming look about her, but she was still the same old Hermione. Sweet sixteen really agrees with you, Hermione, thought Ron with a little smile.
Harry was more attentive. "What're we gonna do today?" he asked. "Don't forget that we have Transfiguration later on," he reminded her, as though she hadn't memorised her timetable by heart.
"House elves are underappreciated. They deserve wages," she said, launching into the usual boring speech. Ron concentrated on her beautiful eyes instead, totally shutting out her voice.
"...and one frightened-looking house elf named Hitta gave me this," she finished, waving about a black diary. Harry started. It looked like Voldemort's diary. But that was impossible. "It's time to go," he said.
"I'll join you two later," said Hermione. The diary had an unexplained charm about it. As though it was calling out to her.
"Bye, Mione," said Ron a little mushily. Her lips looked kissable, he thought. One day, I'll find out for real.
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Hermione examined the black book. It fluttered open, to a certain page. Why, she thought. It's the exact date as today..only 50 years in the past! Too bad it's blank.
She tapped it with her wand lightly. "Revelatio," she muttered. It was a little spell she learned from a book at the Restricted Section, about secret-revealations. Oh, well, she thought, when nothing happened. It's a silly charm anyway.
But then, a gust of wind swept into the classroom. It smelled of very strong magic. To her horror, Hermione discovered that she was disapparating. But I can't disapparate on school grounds, she thought frantically. Before a word left her mouth, she fell limp. She had fainted.
When she awoke, a boy was hovering above her. He had jet-black hair. Quite good-looking, really, she thought. Then she blushed. He was staring at her so intently, it was embarrassing! She scrambled to her feet.
"I must be getting to Transfigurations now,' she mumbled. His eyes were cornflower-blue, and his hair.."Professor McGonagall's waiting,"
"She's not our Transfiguration professor," he said, a puzzled look on his slightly haughty face. "It's Professor Dumbledore,"
Hermione gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth. "By the way," the boy said. "You haven't told me your name..yet," he said, as his eyes searched her face. He gave her the one-over, and seemed to like it.
"I'm Hermione Gran.gy," she said. It wouldn't do to give him my name. I'm in the past, for heaven's sake. The fear gripped her. Dumbledore was Transfiguration teacher when the Chamber of Secrets was open. When You-Know- Who was still a student. Harry had told her everything. She must warn someone. Tom Riddle was the one who opened the chamber!
She would warn this boy. Together, they would convince Dumbledore.
The look on her face made him smile. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Hermione Grangy," he said. He grasped her hand tightly, and gave her a winning smile.
"I'm Tom," he continued, all the while holding Hermione's hand.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle." He finished.
AN: Please tell me if I should continue this. Leave your answer at the Reviews page, okay? :-D
Hermione Granger paced around restlessly. Where on earth was Ron? Their first S.P.E.W. meeting for the year was due in five minutes, and so far, no one had shown up. Sixth year really sucks, she thought angrily.
10 minutes later, two boys burst into the abandoned classroom, panting. One had black hair. But the most intriguing thing about him was not his glasses, or even the Snitch in his hands it was the scar on his forehead. Behind him, a ginger-haired freckled boy slumped against the wall.
"He got the Snitch, Hermione!" said Ron excitedly. "Harry snatched it before Malfoy got his slimy hands on it!"
"Whatever. Harry has won about a thousand games by now.in fact, he ALWAYS wins," she said cynically. "But who cleans up the mess? Who toils around dutifully in the kitchens while you sleep away?" she asked, as though in a debate.
"You mean WHAT," said Ron with a bored look on his face. Hermione might be pretty, and had a charming look about her, but she was still the same old Hermione. Sweet sixteen really agrees with you, Hermione, thought Ron with a little smile.
Harry was more attentive. "What're we gonna do today?" he asked. "Don't forget that we have Transfiguration later on," he reminded her, as though she hadn't memorised her timetable by heart.
"House elves are underappreciated. They deserve wages," she said, launching into the usual boring speech. Ron concentrated on her beautiful eyes instead, totally shutting out her voice.
"...and one frightened-looking house elf named Hitta gave me this," she finished, waving about a black diary. Harry started. It looked like Voldemort's diary. But that was impossible. "It's time to go," he said.
"I'll join you two later," said Hermione. The diary had an unexplained charm about it. As though it was calling out to her.
"Bye, Mione," said Ron a little mushily. Her lips looked kissable, he thought. One day, I'll find out for real.
******************
Hermione examined the black book. It fluttered open, to a certain page. Why, she thought. It's the exact date as today..only 50 years in the past! Too bad it's blank.
She tapped it with her wand lightly. "Revelatio," she muttered. It was a little spell she learned from a book at the Restricted Section, about secret-revealations. Oh, well, she thought, when nothing happened. It's a silly charm anyway.
But then, a gust of wind swept into the classroom. It smelled of very strong magic. To her horror, Hermione discovered that she was disapparating. But I can't disapparate on school grounds, she thought frantically. Before a word left her mouth, she fell limp. She had fainted.
When she awoke, a boy was hovering above her. He had jet-black hair. Quite good-looking, really, she thought. Then she blushed. He was staring at her so intently, it was embarrassing! She scrambled to her feet.
"I must be getting to Transfigurations now,' she mumbled. His eyes were cornflower-blue, and his hair.."Professor McGonagall's waiting,"
"She's not our Transfiguration professor," he said, a puzzled look on his slightly haughty face. "It's Professor Dumbledore,"
Hermione gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth. "By the way," the boy said. "You haven't told me your name..yet," he said, as his eyes searched her face. He gave her the one-over, and seemed to like it.
"I'm Hermione Gran.gy," she said. It wouldn't do to give him my name. I'm in the past, for heaven's sake. The fear gripped her. Dumbledore was Transfiguration teacher when the Chamber of Secrets was open. When You-Know- Who was still a student. Harry had told her everything. She must warn someone. Tom Riddle was the one who opened the chamber!
She would warn this boy. Together, they would convince Dumbledore.
The look on her face made him smile. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Hermione Grangy," he said. He grasped her hand tightly, and gave her a winning smile.
"I'm Tom," he continued, all the while holding Hermione's hand.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle." He finished.
AN: Please tell me if I should continue this. Leave your answer at the Reviews page, okay? :-D