-I would like to thank everyone who favored, followed and commented. I admit that I was a bit afraid to post in a language that is not mine, but I wanted to share the story with as many people as I could. And I was happy to know that I was able to produce the text in a way that you understood. So, thank you again for all the affection.

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-Through the comments and private messages that were extremely sweet and that asked me to move on with the story, I decided to make it a multi-chapter story. I hope I do not disappoint you.

-Before continuing, I want to make a warning about the character 'Tom Riddle': Tom Riddle has a complicated personality. He is probably sociopathic, egocentric, sadistic / masochistic, narcissistic (in various subtypes), manipulative and controlling.

And I believe that if he got into a relationship, he would probably develop codependency, obsession, and possessiveness.

So the maximum I can rate him for this story is as "anti-hero."

-The story will be classified as Explicit / Mature. Due to future scenes of violence, blood and sexual.

-I gave preference to put the scenes of the film, to cover to everybody. Due to the fact that there are people who only know the saga "Harry Potter" by the films. But whenever possible, I intend to put book references in the most explanatory way possible for all to understand.

For those who have not read the books: I recommend it. It's a great book saga.

- The delay in releasing the chapter is due to the fact that I write in my mother tongue, then I translate it into English and try to correct any errors in the text, trying to make the text more readable for you. So I hope you understand the reason for the delay.

-The characters and history of the "Harry Potter" saga belong to JK Rowling.

-This is only the first chapter, a beginning. I hope it went well for me. Forgive me for any mistake in the text, English is not my mother tongue, but let me know so I can correct any mistake.

Thanks again.


Chapter 1. Pseudonaja - Time Turner

1998

Hermione was still standing, staring intently at the back of Harry Potter, who was making his way to his death. She took a deep breath, her chest aching and a lonely tear trickling down her cheek. Next to her was Ron. When Harry disappeared from their sight, both gasped, not knowing that they were holding their breath. Ron was the first to move, making the opposite way to Harry's, up to the Hogwarts stairs.

"We need to help him, Ron," she said.

"You heard what he said. We have to wait and kill the snake. "

Ron continued up the stairs, putting his hands in the pocket of his coat and in no time turning to look at her.

"He can't go. He's going to die!" Hermione said, a little desperate. "There has to be another way. We can't abandon him! He's our best friend!"

"I know, okay!" Ron finally turned to face her. His face held an expression that mixed anger and sadness. There were tears in his eyes and he struggled to keep them contained. His lower lip trembled. "I know," Ron murmured softly. His voice reflected sorrow for all the friends who had been killed, for his brother Fred and now for Harry Potter, his best friend. "I know," He repeated again.

Hermione ran to hug him tightly, holding like a life buoy, weeping in his arms.

"I just need to tell Ginny," He holds Hermione while hiding his face in the tangle of her hair. "She needs to know."

After a while, he released her and went upstairs. She sat up, tears streaming down her face as she tried to dry them with the palm of her hand.

Hermione was alone in the rubble of what once was the beautiful and magical staircase of Hogwarts and now it was nothing more except destruction, the dust and the smell of death. The pressure of the environment made her tense, making even her bag look heavy, the silence was making the sound of the wind seem ghostly. Alone, there, she was nauseated and weak, sad and desperate. Everything around her seemed dead and hopeless. And now, with Harry going to die, the gravity of the situation finally seemed to be too heavy to bear.

No!

Hermione condemned herself for her faithless thoughts. She couldn't lose her courage now, otherwise, all the acts, the deaths, the time surviving, obliviating her parents, the sacrifices... Everything would have been for nothing. They can't give up now.

She lifted her gaze, determination shining in her brown eyes. Hermione wiped the traces of her tears from her face, she breathed heavily as she stood up, her genius mind starting to make a plan to kill the snake. She had to go to Ron. They had to kill the snake.

As soon as she took the first step up the stairs, she froze. Her breath caught in her throat and a shiver ran up her spine. Hermione swallowed, she slowly turned to the constant whispers in a strange tongue, rare even in the Wizarding World, resembling Harry's. Similar to You-Know-Who.

She screamed for Ron, asking for help, alarmed at what was going on there and all she heard was the echo of her voice. She squeezed Bellatrix's unyielding wand, seeking some security and ready to attack whoever was hiding. There was only one small problem, Bellatrix's wand didn't want to bow to her and was extremely demanding. Instead of her magic running smoothly, Hermione had to concentrate a lot on the spell she wanted to make. It was clear that she hadn't won the fidelity of the wand, and they simply didn't get along. It would be hypocritical to say that she had tried, but the truth is that Hermione hated this wand and apparent hatred was mutual. Which left her at the mercy of luck a little, if Bellatrix's wand decided to fail at the wrong time, Hermione would surely die.

Against all the basic principles of survival that sounded in her mind, Hermione made her way to the constant whispers in Parseltongue. Hermione might not know Parseltongue, but she was smart enough to understand that there was a complexity in what was being said and there were also her instincts that she learned to never neglect. With her wand in hand, she walked out of Hogwarts, attentive to the slightest strange movement. The night was cold and morbid and combined strangely with the destruction that Hogwarts was, almost like a funeral.

She would never ask a stupid question like 'Who's there?', screaming and denouncing her position. They were at war and only a foolish person would do such an unthinkable act. When she noticed where the whispers came from, Hermione swallowed. The hand that held the wand tightly was shaking now, she pointed the wand to the darkness of the Forbidden Forest.

Okay, maybe this should be the time when she should turn back and run, go back to Ron's arms and the Weasley family, be with her classmates and try to keep a cool head to plan the next step for the battle. However, this doesn't match her personality.

Hermione got a reputation of bossy for nothing. She was knowledgeable of the rules, perfectionist, linking to impose order and a little judgmental - almost always correcting people. The vast knowledge she had, combined with her intelligence, exceeded all expectations.

This side of her personality almost convinced The Sorting Hat to put her in the Ravenclaw, but there was the other side of her personality that made The Sorting Hat stand in extreme doubt.

Hermione remembers how the Hat took four minutes to decide which House she should be in. He seemed to quarrel with himself, almost as if he had known her before, and though he said that her brain was impressive, the part of her personality that was curious, determined, courageous and loyal seemed to catch the attention of Hat. In the end, she entered in Gryffindor and to this day she didn't regret where she was placed.

It was a fact that Hermione was a lover of the rules, but she lost the count

of how many rules she broke while she was with her friends. Even loving the rules, logic, and intelligence, the part of her curious and brave, always spoke louder. Like now, where her curiosity and determination made her enter the Forbidden Forest. That curiosity that made her have almost suicidal attitudes.

She knew there was danger. It could be the Snatchers, the Death Eaters or Voldemort himself, who might be stalking her, but Harry was there too.

The whispers stopped abruptly, Hermione clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes in the darkness of the forest. The silence became disturbing and whoever or whatever was there, was staring at her. Hermione could feel the attention she was receiving.

She squeezed her wand further, preparing herself. It's someone. It's someone!

Her eyes opened wildly and before she could make any move or cast a spell, the wand flew from her hand, heading into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest. Her heart began to beat faster.

A non-verbal Expelliarmus! Whomever her attacker was, is someone powerful. A non-verbal spell is always very difficult to perform and requires mental discipline. Bearing in mind that the strength and speed with which the wand flew from her hand, whomever her attacker was, shouldn't be underestimated.

Before she could have a second thought, Hermione was hit by a green light and was upside down, as if an invisible hook had lifted her from her ankle.

Levicorpus . She recognized fearfully.

In her upside-down view, she noticed someone approaching through the fog of the Forbidden Forest. Hermione narrowed her eyes in the hope that she could tell who it was that was coming toward her, her heart pounding against her chest and her affliction mixed with adrenaline, began to rise in the pit of her stomach.

She was released from the spell, banging against the ground and before she could even stand up completely, she was trapped in the spell Incarcerous.

After all, what did she expect? Courtesy? She snorted mentally at this thought.

Hermione finally looked at her attacker and instantly her skin froze.

Who is this person? She couldn't tell. There was a black robe covering the whole body of the person, leaving no idea to know if it was a man or a woman, but she assumed it was a man. The sleeves of the robe covered his hands, but they showed half the wand he held. But what scared her the most, was the face. The hood of the robe covered the head of the person, but the face... Where should be his face or partially a vision of him, was dark. Dark as if nothing was there. But she knew better.

Some kind of Charm, maybe? There was a face there, the person just wasn't willing to show it. It was a very realistic view of how the personification Death looked. He only lacked the scythe. Whoever it was, he approached her with calm steps with deliberate slowness, stopping just in front of her. This wasn't an ally, he was much more like a Death Eater in these clothes.

Hermione swallowed, refusing to feel fear and gave him a fierce look.

"Who are you?" She asked, her voice sounding more confident than she actually felt.

Hermione would not ask something like 'What do you want?' for a Death Eater, because it was very clear what they all wanted. But she thought it fair that at least she knew the identity of her attacker if she was going to die now. She took a deep breath, soothing her heart that beat against her chest. She supposed that at the time of her death, she would feel more desperate or would cry, but she was frankly surprised that she was not feeling any of this right now. Maybe it was because she had no regrets. She fought bravely for everything she believed in, she protected her parents, she was recognized for her student efforts, she danced at the Yule Ball, she had true friends, she kissed the boy she liked.

Her attacker tilted his head to the side, analyzing her and Hermione could swear he was almost smiling behind this Charm of Darkness. She writhed on the ropes that held her as she watched him approach of her face. He was holding something in his left hand and she leaned back, trying to escape from his grasp.

He bent down, staying in her height - which was on her knees - his hands turned around her, trapping something around her neck. A necklace? A medallion? Hermione couldn't say for sure, but she supposed it was a medallion because of the weight.

What the hell is that? A new kind of ritual of the Death Eaters? A collar to identify Muggle-borns? She didn't doubt that it was the last option, these people were very sadistic and liked to humiliate.

Then she heard a noise, like a roulette wheel, and he began to speak in Parseltongue again as he held the medallion. Hermione felt the beginning of the magic happening, he was quoting something for the medallion that was now tied around her neck. A spell.

Now she was starting to feel desperate. When he stopped, she stared intently into the darkness, this time, alarmed.

"What did you do?!" she asked furiously.

He didn't bother to answer and took her wand out of his robes. Or rather, Bellatrix's wand and put it in the pocket of her coat. He was given to her, her wand. Hermione looked at him like he was crazy.

So, he's on our side? A sound ' click' came from the medallion and she looked down, trying to recognize what was locked on her neck, but when the chords of the spell Incarcerous fell apart, she looked at him again. In seconds she was on her feet and pointing her wand at him.

"Who are you and what have you done to me?" Hermione asked deliberately slowly and dangerously. In a quick gesture, she took the medallion around her neck and looked. A Time-Turner? "Answer me!" She demanded fiercely, trying to pull the medallion from her neck, but it seemed to be locked. The Time-Turner on her neck did another 'click' before turning again.

Hermione was about to cast a Confringo when she heard noises in the forest. She looked at her opponent, waiting to see if he would make some noise and denounce their position.

She realizes that in no time he withdraws his wand and pointed at her, but she wouldn't trust in him, so she chose not to lower her guard.

When the noises grew closer, Hermione understood that she couldn't stay there. The Death Eaters are too close, probably hunting Harry and there will be many of them for her to deal, especially with a wand that refused to respond to her completely.

She retreats a few steps, never taking her eyes off the person in front of her, the Time-Turner does another 'click' and turns again and Hermione is agonized to get it off her neck. The noises get closer and closer and she retreats more, the person in the cloak does nothing to stop her. So she concludes that he was an "ally", but what he did to her, she has no idea.

Hermione takes one last look, before turning her back and running with all her breath. Time-Turner does another 'click' and spins again.

She is running in the Forbidden Forest with Death Eaters hunting. She's not the prey they want - they want Harry Potter - but if they catch her, they'd probably use it as a bargain in exchange for Harry and Harry would certainly accept.

The Time-Turner does another 'click' and Hermione is worried, she wants to stop it and pull it out of her neck, to analyze why this Time-Turner is making noise. Seems to be different and she's really scared of what this might mean. However, what makes her most angry is that the cord that holds the medallion is actually locked; stuck and doesn't look like it will open easily.

In the distance, she sees someone standing in a glade. Harry? Harry! It's Harry!

He's standing there alone and it looks like he's finished talking to someone. Hermione was surprised for a moment before calling him.

"Harry!"

He turns at the sound of Hermione's voice. Surprised, Harry is about to contest why she's here. She's not supposed to be here. Then he notices the movement behind her and starts to run towards her.

"Hermione!" He warns her of danger.

A Death Eater caught her by the hair, pulling Hermione. Harry picks up his wand and points at the Death Eater as he grabs her arm. The Time-Turner makes the last ' click', sucking all three.

It was like Apparating in the wrong way. That's how she felt. They were spinning and spinning in a fall that seemed infinite. Hermione only felt that fall stopped when her body hit the ground. The impact made her sore and she was vaguely conscious of a few screams all around her.

The lightening of the sky in the afternoon, makes her eyes burn when she opens them. Hermione tries to stand up to know where she is, but she met with the sight of Harry being thrown for being the victim of an Expulso.

She crawls on the ground, picking up her wand as she realizes the Death Eater's intention to launch the Avada Kedrava into Harry. Before that happens, Hermione uses a Confringo , forcing her enemy to erect a shield.

Harry is unconscious and she is starting to feel dizzy, her vision is also starting to blur, but she will not give up.

o0o

1943

Tom Riddle looked serenely at Slughorn, pretending to pay attention to the explanation he gave about a potion, but internally Tom was yawning and bored. He hated Slughorn's long lectures, but he had to put up with it. Being the Head of Slytherin House, it was always good to have Slughorn as his ally.

He was counting the minutes for the potion class to end, when a wave of strong magic ran through the walls of Hogwarts. He glanced at the classroom doors, his classmates copying his movement. It was impossible that anyone had not felt this. The murmurs began, and Tom did not fail to notice when Slughorn held his wand. As a precaution, Tom also held his wand tightly.

Accelerated steps in the hallway were heard and the students got up from their chairs immediately. It was impossible for an attack to happen at Hogwarts, because the school was extremely protected, but you never know. Tom looked at his Slytherin companions, who were also on alert. Footsteps approached and then the doors opened with an audible thud.

"Professor Slughorn, Professor Slughorn ...!" He was a third-year student of Slytherin. "On the courtyard ... duel ..." He pointed out of the classroom, speaking breathlessly. "On the courtyard is having a duel!"

When the phrase was completed, the students rushed out to see, despite Slughorn's orders to stay. It was impossible to stop the students from good gossip, who soon left Slughorn behind. The hallways of Hogwarts were soon filled with students from other classes, all of them going in one direction, curious to see what was happening in the courtyard, ignoring the orders of their teachers.

As he came close to see, Tom saw a girl in strange clothes pointing her wand at a man who had an aura he knew from afar. Dark magic, this man was a dark magic user. The girl seemed to protect another person, a boy, who was lying down and seemed unconscious. She lifts a strong shield before casting the spell Expulso on her opponent, who is thrown into the nearest wall. The sound is loud enough for everyone to hear and everyone gossips about what's going on. The girl limp to the unconscious boy, she kneels to try to check him.

Tom wonders if he should or not intervene in the situation. He basically wonders what he will gain if he helps the girl. Well, it was clear that it was the girl who was at a disadvantage.

In the end, he decides to go to the young woman's help. His decision has a bit of recklessness, but he assumes that being the best student in Hogwarts the attitude of helping a lady is expected from him. He also enjoys dueling and he will gain some more fame and Tom likes everyone to know that he is the best.

He goes toward the couple and as if by suggestion, the boy begins to scream, loud and horrible as if he were on the Cruciatus Curse . Oh, Tom Riddle knew more than enough about this unforgivable curse. She cries and tries to calm the boy, who seems to be convulsing. Tom frowned, realizing that the girl was very focused on the well-being of her friend and ignored her surroundings and her opponent, who now stands to attack her.

He points his wand at the strange man in black robes. He tries to control himself, Tom knows he can't use very dark spells with a crowd around him looking intently. He fights and takes into consideration that his opponent is good at dark magic, but he is better.

However, when a Fiendfyre was thrown at him, Tom understood what kind of duel he was in. It's life or death.

For an instant, he considered what these two did in this kind of attack, but his thoughts were cast aside as the girl stepped in front of him. Protecting him. And this is the moment when Professor Dumbledore and Headmaster Dippet arrive, disarming the man and preventing the Fiendfyre.

His attentive eyes analyze the girl, realizing that there is blood in her strange clothes and that they were also dirty and torn. Her hair - if it can be considered hair - is more like a lion's mane. There are thin cuts on her face and she seems to be dizzy. She blinks several times as if she wanted to adjust her vision and before she can take a step, she faints, hitting the ground if he hadn't caught her at the last minute. Tom looks at her for a moment, before his attention turns to the boy screaming in agony. He realizes that there is a lightning bolt shaped scar on the boy's forehead that was healing and maybe this was the pain cause.

Tom holds the girl as he looks at Dumbledore and Dippet.


- Pseudonaja textilis is the scientific name of the Oriental Brown Snake. The second most poisonous snake in the world.