Hermione and the Time Rift, part two

Hermione didn't know what to do. All she could think of was to turn, and run from the common room.

"Wait!" shouted Tom behind her.

She ran down the stairs, gasping for breath.

"Miss Golding!" came a sharp voice from behind her.

"Yes, Proffesor Dippet?"

"What are you doing out this late?! You should be in your common room, getting ready for bed, Denise!"

"I'm terribly sorry, sir. But please, sir, I need to see Proffesor Dumbledore, the Transfiguration teacher immediatly," said Hermione very quickly.

"I'm sure it can wait until the morning, Denise," said Dippet.

"No, please!" exclaimed Hermione. "I-It's urgent! It's about...the Heir of Slytherin!"

"Do you know the the cause of these attacks, Denise?"

"Yes!" said Hermione. "And, I will tell you, but, I must speak with Proffessor Dumbledore first!"

"Hmmm..." said Dippet, thinking. "Alright. Go talk with him."

Hermione turned around and ran into the Transfiguration wing. She ran up the the wooden door and knocked hard.

A very young Albus Dumbledore opened the door.

"Denise Golding. Ah, yes, are you having trouble with the homework. I wouldn't have thought, you!"

"No, Proffessor, it's about the Heir of Slytherin!" Hermione exclaimed. "I know who it is."

"Well, come in first," said Dumbledore. "Now, tell me, who would do such an outrageous thing?"

"Tom Riddle, sir. It's him. Listen...I'm...I'm from the future, when there's this...this dark wizard, You-Know-Who. But...I suppose you DON'T know who, because, it won't mean anything to you. Okay...well...he calls himself...Lord Voldemort. And, he's the most evil wizard ever, the most powerful. And thats who Tom Riddle is destined to be. And your the Headmaster of Hogwarts! and the only one You-Know-Who's scared of! So you must expel him!"

Dumbledore sighed.

"My dear, in the future...the things you tell me, I do believe. But, you can never toy with fate. I would expel Riddle. But, you can't change the future. It's not a thing to consider doing. Things are supposed to be the way the way they are supposed to be."

Hermione sighed, pondering what he said.

"Well, I need a way to get back to my time."

"Yes, yes, most certainly. Of course, what is your future name?"

"Hermione Granger," she said.

"Okay, he said, getting a bit of parchment and a quill. "Write it on this, along with your birthdate, and the date when you came here, day/month/year."

Hermione followed Dumbledore's instructions. Then, Dumbledore went up to a medicine cabinet and pulled a bottle of vinegar and placed the peice of paper inside.

"Goodbye, Ms. Granger," said Dumbledore, and threw the bottle to the floor.

"Whoa!" shreiked Hermione, feeling her head being jerked, and, feeling herself crash to the hospital bed.

Madam Pomfrey came over.

"Here's your Mandrake juice, " she said, giving it to Hermione.

Hermione sat up.

"I-It's 1992?" she questioned.

"Very good," said Madam Pomfrey. "I'm happy. Some people are so shocked after being Petrified. Well, you can go down to the feast. You-Know-who has been caught as the Heir of Slytherin by Mr. Potter."

"Oh, he did do it right then?" replied Hermione.

Hermione ran into the feast running up to Harry, yelling, "You solved it! You solved it!"

"Yeah, I guess," said Harry. "But I never would have without finding that peice of paper you were holding."

"I'm glad you got justice. I'm glad someone didn't die this time. Dumbledore was right. You can't change the future."