Hermione sat in the gryffindor tower with her friends, Harry and Ron. They were playing chess. Hermione looked at them play, she hated chess, and it was not because she was bad at it. As a matter of fact she was the chess champion and the best chess player in the world. But she kept that part hidden, and only faked that she did not know anything since Ron and Harry was such bad losers, they hated to lose and would be a pain in the ass if it happened and especially in chess.

It was funny though they tried to keep every piece, though in order to win you would eventually have to sacrifice something, information, life or even passwords. It seemed like the only persons who knew this was the slytherins.

Over the years she had learned how similar she was to the slytherins. " I wonder what would have happened if I was sorted in slytherin" she thought

Later that night hermione was crying, she and Ron had gotten in a huge fight and Harry had even taken Ron's side, and it was not boyfriend problems, it was surprisingly about magic blood.

" god how I wish I could have tried a different house" she thought and took her wand, she was a bit worried if she was going to do the spell, but her parents had been killed in a gang fight in Australia then she really did have nothing to loose. Hermione walked to the entrance hall, and muttered the spell and suddenly she was eleven years again, though she still had the same knowledge as her eighteen year old self had.

She passed a mirror on her way to the great hall and noticed how she looked, she had never liked her teeth when she was little as they was so big, taking her wands she used magic to fix her teeth and even changed her hair to something more of her liking.

Now her teeth was a normal size and her hair was a dark shade of brown with a purple dip dye. And her hair was straight.

She went to the great hall to be sorted but something seemed off.

" hi, I'm Tom Riddle, halfblood" a boy said

" Hermione, pureblood" hermione answered as she really did not listen to what he said.

Though as she looked at him in the corner of her eye, it seemed as if he believed she had not listened because she was better than him, and really since he was a halfblood she was not better than him, as she was a muggleborn, but since she had just gotten in the great hall and not met anyone at the platform and having the magic knowledge she had then it would not hurt to fix on the truth.

" sorry I did not listen I was in my own world.. My parents died last night" she said and turned to the boy.

" sorry for your loss, may I ask what happened " he asked and looked at her, it seemed as if he could understand what she was going through.

" something else than Harry and Ron " she thought

" they died in a gang fight" she answered softly.

" so you will be staying at hogwarts all the time then, just like me " Tom asked

" yes.. Why aren't you going home then when the holidays are and such ?" She asked

" my parents are also dead, I live in a orphanage" he answered " and anything is better than the orphanege so.. Which house are you hoping to get in" he asked

" slytherin " hermione answered and smiled slightly before she turned to the teacher who started to call out names.

Lucius Malfoy had gotten in slytherin, as had Bellatrix, Tom and all the deatheater parents. " wait parents... I have not only got back in time when it comes to age, I have traveled through time" she thought.

Suddenly it was her turn hermione went to the sorting hat, and sat down, once she got the hat on her head it shouted slytherin.

But just before she had the hat of, it whispered in her ear.

" your mind is the one of an eighteen year old and you changed in what I can see that my older self would have placed you in gryffindor, but dear you have become more calculating since you truly was or would have been when you would have been eleven"

Hermione went over to the slytherin table and sat down. Would she dare, to shake hands with the future dark lord.

" he seem kind but it's all a trick " she though and was about to not shake his hand when she looked over at the gryffindor table, Harry and Ron's parents was acting just like their kids would be.

Hermione felt as if she saw red, and turned back to Tom and gave his hand a firm shake.