When Hermione awoke, the first thing she noticed was that everything was bright and blurred. Muffled voices hammered her head. After a few seconds everything came into focus and Hermione realized that she was surrounded by many strange teenagers, all dressed in their house colors. They were eyeing her strangely, and Hermione realized that she was still covered in blood and dirt from the battle. A tall witch in black robes was wrestling her way through the crowd of students."Oh, move! Out of the way, please!...Yes, Nott, that includes you!"
As soon as she reached the very groggy and confused Hermione, she bent over and said in a gentle tone, "Hello, dear, I'm Professor Dunn. I'm going to take you to the infirmary now, so we can get you cleaned up, okay?" The rest of the students continued to stare as the woman helped Hermione up. Hermione, meanwhile, was looking dazedly around. Judging from the food-filled plates on the tables, she determined that she had interrupted them in the middle of a meal. She could already hear rumors beginning to spread as the students walked hesitatingly back to their tables, the nearest of which was Ravenclaw.
The infirmary was quiet, and the mediwitch was someone Hermione had never seen before. She clucked and fussed, moving quickly to clean Hermione up while making sure that she had no injuries. As Hermione sat in the bed, she thought of how lucky it was that she had ended up back at Hogwarts. Granted, she was in some strange time period, but it could have been worse- she could have ended up in Thailand or something. She was also quite glad that no one was yet questioning her about her identity or why and how she had suddenly popped into the middle of the Great Hall during mealtime, considering that her brilliant mind seemed to have abandoned her.
After a bit, Professor Dunn reappeared, proclaiming that she had spoken with the headmaster and thought it best to get her settled in the school in the meantime. "By the way, dear, might I inquire as to what your name is?" "Uhh..." Hermione replied smartly. Should she give her real name? But the professor smiled understandingly and said "Seems that the fall addled your brains a bit. That's alright, you tell us when you're ready. Now, I have one of Hogwarts' best students waiting right outside the door for you. He'll show you around. Come along." She swept out of the room, Hermione in tow.When she flung open the infirmary door, Hermione saw a boy waiting in the corridor. He looked up when the two women stepped out of the infirmary; Hermione was struck by how familiar the boy looked. The Professor placed a hand on her shoulder. "Meet Tom Riddle."
TOM RIDDLE!? Hermione's mind was screaming as she was overcome by a sudden onset of panic. After all, this monster was the reason why her life had been hell, why Harry had no parents. Bloody hell, he was the very reason why she was here in the first place. Both Riddle and Professor Dunn was staring curiously at her, but then Tom beckoned to Hermione while he turned to lead her towards the dormitories. In a flash, Hermione had yanked the professor's wand from her hand and pointed it at Riddle's back while she mentally cried Avada Kedavra. Green light flew out of the end of the wand and hit Riddle square in the back. Professor Dunn screamed loudly and shrilly, causing other teachers and some students to run to the scene where Hermione stood frozen over the body of Tom Riddle.
Hermione slowly became aware that there was a wand in her hand, a body at her feet, and a group of terrified people surrounding her. Suddenly, a few of the teachers leapt to seize her, knocking the wand out of her grasp and pulling her arms behind her. An amazing sense of nervousness ballooned up in Hermione's stomach. Hermione, not knowing how to deal with the fact that she had just killed the future Dark Lord, reacted the only way she could think of. She laughed. She laughed manically as she was pulled roughly away from the scene of the crime, leaving a group of shocked teachers and students staring after her in pure horror.