DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!

You're My Past Present and Future

Chapter 2

October 2nd 1945

Hermione sat down on the couch as she opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. The parchment smelt fresh and she remembered clearly when she watched Tom writing it.

'Thomas Riddle, this letter is from yourself 53 years in the future. I know that this sounds insane, having read this letter myself just as you are now, but you must believe what I am going to tell you. If I am correct, you will receive this letter on October 8th 1945 and are reading this on October 17th 1945. I am currently writing this letter on May 26th 1998. Anyway, a girl called Hermione Granger arrived 2 weeks ago. I will say only this - trust her.

'I can not say too much but I will say that she is of great importance to us, in every possible way. The two of us - us and her - are greatly in love and are married. For her, it has already happened, 53 years in the future. But for you - you must wait.

'Tell no one of this letter nor its contents, not even Hermione, not your Knights. No one must know of what I have just written. Once you have read this letter, burn it.

'I know you have many questions about this and what is to come for you. On the other sheet is a series of dates and descriptions on what happens on them. Keep that for as long as you can - it will be of great importance in your future. Yourself 53 years in the future, Thomas Marvolo Riddle. May 26th 1998.'

Hermione flicked through the sheets of parchment and found the 'date sheet'. She was amazed. There were over 50 dates and descriptions on the list. The first began the next day and the last one was the day Tom sent her back. Skimming through the list, she was horrified when she read a few of the dates. What person would she turn into whilst she stayed there? She didn't want to know.

----- October 3rd 1945 -----

True to his word, Dumbledore sent 2 elves into Hermione's room at exactly 9am. One was carrying a tray laden with fruits, toast and coffee whilst the other elf was holding a library of papers. Hermione was just leaving the shower at the time and as she dried her hair roughly with a small towel, she ordered them to put their luggage on the bed. They complied and then left abruptly.

She walked over to the bed and sipped the coffee. It was beautiful. As it rolled down into her stomach, she felt instantly alert and better. She tossed the towel onto the bed and read the first sheet of parchment. "First year spells, Dumbledore?" she chuckled to herself and then laughed at the simplicity of the questions.

Over the next half an hour she had finished all of the questions and then returned them to Dumbledore. 2 minutes later, all the advanced books and supplies for her chosen subjects flew out of the fireplace. She ate her breakfast and started reading the Divination book.

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At about 5pm, Dumbledore floo'd Hermione her uniform. Was she supposed to look like a nun? Because that's what the outfit intended. The skirt came down stupidly long; about 5 inches past her knees, the shoes were suited for boys, were huge and clumpy and when worn, they made her feet look like Frankenstein's. The shirt was about 2 sizes too big and the robe drowned her.

"He's got to be joking." She groaned as she held up each item in front of herself for viewing in the mirror. She shook her head in disgust, a frown upon her features. She threw them down onto the bed and started altering them. Normally, Hermione hated revealing clothes but she wanted to impress her husband and he was a Slytherin and Slytherins loved revealing clothes. The skirt shortened dramatically; mid thigh, she shrunk the shirt small enough to make it only comfortable to wear with the first few buttons undone, the robe became a long cardigan and the shoes turned into high heels.

Happy with her new uniform, she folded them and them into the trunk Dumbledore had supplied her with. And then she continued reading.

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"Miss Granger!" Albus called through the door leading to the bedroom. He knocked on the door for the second time. Intending on making him wait and due to her nerves, Hermione was sitting on her bed, bouncing her knee nervously. "Are you decent?"

"I guess so." She called back.

He came into the room timidly and when saw she was 'dressed' he closed the door behind him. "Miss Granger, I hardly call that uniform." He scolded, examining her.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Do you plan on looking like a Lady of the Night?"

"Excuse me!" she cried, jumping up, outraged.

"I apologise but the skirt is simply far too short; the shirt is...We haven't got time to list what's wrong with your 'clothes'."

"Shall we just get me sorted?" she snapped, folding her arms across her chest and huffing.

"Of course. After you." he said, opening the door for her.

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Dippet stood at his podium, giving a speech, telling the students that some classes were moving rooms, the forest was out of bounds, etc.

"And now, students, we have a new student joining us. Her name is Hermione Granger and she's moving from a quiet school not far from here. Her family is in a delicate position in The War and she's staying here for protection. And I want you all to greet her warmly." He clapped his hands and the grand doors at the end of the hall opened, revealing a confident-but-inwardly-shaking-with-nerve Hermione.

She walked up the hall, receiving cat calls and whistles all the time, not only from the Slytherins but also from Gryffindor and - to her surprise - Ravenclaw and even Hufflepuff too. Dumbledore wore a constant frown as he stood beside the Sorting Hat and a stool for her to sit on whilst she was being sorted.

When she had reached the stool, Dumbledore lifted the Sorting Hat and she took a moment to sit down. As she wrung her hands, the Hat was placed on her head.

"Well, hello, Miss Granger. It has been a long time since we spoke last, hasn't it?" The Hat whispered in her mind.

"I don't understand. You know me?" she thought back.

He chuckled. "I am impervious to even time, Miss Granger. I remember all I have sorted and all I will sort. Hmmm, Gryffindor last time, weren't you?"

"Yes, I was," she hissed contemptuously, "but I don't want to be there this time."

"You have changed sides in The War of your time, have you not?"

"Yes, I have and I'm proud of my decisions." She hissed warningly.

"Very well. Not Gryffindor...Hufflepuff is out of the question...Ravenclaw? You certainly have the brains for it."

"I was actually hoping for..."

"You want to be in Slytherin?"

"Yes, I do."

"Hmmm...This is a case similar to your friend, Mr Potter. He would have suited Slytherin quite nicely but instead he asked to be Gryffindor. But with you, this is the opposite. A Gryffindor gone Slytherin? Well, if my Creator, Godric, could see this, he'd turn in his grave, Merlin rest him. Well, then, you leave me with no choice..." he trailed off, in favour of bellowing throughout the hall, "SLYTHERIN!!"