Since Potter kept him out of his dreams
Voldemort searched for another toy to play with
it wasn't as easy as it seems,
to find somebody new - forthwith.
It should be a person that Potter trusts,
innocent and not suspicious,
someone with the same past.
It will be his victory, only thus.
"Here we go again."
Hermione thought as if she knew what will be,
when seeing the black dressed men,
which was quite impossible and she didn't want to see.
The witch shut her eyes
hearing the whispering voice of Tom Riddle,
now, it'll be her, he terrorize.
In an empty classroom, they where standing in the middle.
"Where are they?" the witch wanted to know.
"Who?" Another question followed.
"Your allies," Hermione answered slow.
"That's not interesting," Riddle bellowed.
"You're alone, and you'll regret",
Tom started in a threatening tone,
"And I'll bet,-"
his voice sounding like a baritone.
It was the time Hermione woke up once more.
Still feeling his cold fingers on her hand,
She couldn't forget his look full of hatred, anymore.
The time was running through her fingers, like sand.
The night was ower. Hermione saw the daybreak.
Looking after Ron and Harry -
for god's sake -
there was nothing else to worry.