Well hello there! I am not quitting Sadeth the Girl Who Lived, my other fanfiction. I just wanted to start something else because honestly, I've always secretly loved this ship and I've had an idea for it for at least a year. I know it's been done time and time again but there still aren't that many of them. I feel like I've read them all so this is for all the Tom Riddle Jr. / Hermione lovers out there! Another note…this is TRJ/HG not Voldemort/Hermione. Also this is a time travel fic. Duh. Well enjoy and let me know if I should do this! Review :3
Hermione walked down the rows and rows of books. It was her final day at Hogwarts. She and the others had returned to finish their 7th year and Hermione was glad that they had been able to fully repair Hogwarts. This was her second home; not Hogwarts, but specifically the library. She had ran here first when Harry and Ron had made fun of her their first year, she had come to find out the secrets of the Chamber 2nd year, she had come here countless times during her 3rd year with the time turner, she had brought Harry here to help him with his challenges 4th year, 5th year she had come here to cry when Sirius had died, 6th year she came to cry over Ron, last year she had cried too, when she had seen the destruction the war had caused, and this year, her final year, she had come to say goodbye for the last time. She wished that her heart still wanted to come back to teach but deep down she knew she wanted to be an Auror, like the boys. Defending the Wizarding World was what she did best and she would continue to do it. Especially since Voldemort was still out there. He was hiding again; too weak to even gather his followers. Harry's rebound curse should have killed him but it didn't. They say he has another horocrux out there, one like Harry that he created by mistake. But the world was at peace for now. When Voldemort decided to attack again, they were ready.
Hermione turned to leave her beloved library and as she walked down the last row of books, she dragged her hand across their spines, smiling as she remembered all of her times here. As her hand passed over one book however, she felt a shock go through her arm. Hermione pulled the book off of the shelf and studied the cover. It was a green leather bound journal, with a silver snake on the front. Although Hermione was sure she had never seen this book before, she was drawn to it in the same way she was to Hogwarts: A History, her favorite book. She opened it to the back and stared at the page. There was a picture of a lion and snake battling. Under it someone had wrote: She was my lion and I was her snake. Although we belonged to each other, we would always be fighting. Fighting one another.
Hermione flipped to the next page and noticed the same handwriting scrawled across the page. She decided that this was indeed someone's journal. She figured him to be a male and a Slytherin, because he called himself a snake and claimed "her" to be his lion. Was this a love between a Slytherin and a Gryffindor? Even though everything was peaceful now, Gryffindor and Slytherin would always be against each other in Hogwarts, as it was tradition. Hermione pictured herself with Draco Malfoy and sighed.
'I supposed it's not entirely impossible for a Gryffindor and a Slytherin to fall for each other. Malfoy and I would have done well together if he wasn't such a prat.' Hermione thought, thinking back to when she had a slight crush on him.
Hermione took the book and went to her favorite spot in the library, a back corner that was very hard to find unless you knew where it was. She sat in her chair and flipped to another entry in the journal.
If the Lord should bring a wicked man to heaven, heaven would be hell to him; for he who loves not grace upon earth will never love it in heaven. Does this mean it is already too late for me? I am past the point where I will be treated like a boy but instead a monster, a leader, a powerful being. I will receive no forgiveness for anything I've done. I cannot turn back on my ways now for I have no other options. It was not supposed to go this far. I just wanted to be powerful, be respected. But why am I thinking like this? I know what I want and what I am doing. I am weak for even considering the preposterous things that are remorse and forgiveness. It is her. The girl, the brave lioness, the one who invades my dreams and makes me feel. I should not feel for feelings make one weak. She has only been her for 1 day and I cannot stop thinking of her. I will destroy her! No one makes me weak. I shall show the lioness what weakness is. I will break her.
Hermione shuddered as she read the stranger's words. There were ink splotches cover the page where his quill pressed harshly into the parchment. Curious again, Hermione flipped to the back cover to see whose journal she was reading. There was not a name but instead a few words.
"Dilectionis erit redeant in coniunctionem." Hermione whispered and immediately regretted it, recognizing it as a spell. The book glowed blue and Hermione was thrown backwards from it. The blue glow turned into a light which reached out to Hermione. She tried to scramble away from it but it touched her and glowed all around her. Hermione closed her eyes as she began to feel weak.
"Love will be reunited." She heard a deep voice say as she slipped into unconsciousness. "We will be reunited my lioness."