Disclaimer: When I looked in the mirror this morning I was appalled to find that I am not JKR, I am a poor college kid.

Author's Note: Alright. Hermione wakes up now. I think maybe we'll introduce her to Tom. What do you think?

I would like to dedicate this chapter to LNluvsHostile17 for helping me out with a few things and generally supporting me. (If it sucks, I apologize).

Chapter 3

Transfer Student

Hermione awoke and was mildly surprised to realize that she was not in pain. She sat up and looked around her. This was clearly the Hogwarts hospital wing. So far, so good.

Suddenly the door burst open and a boy slowly walked in, obviously trying very hard not to limp. The Mediwitch from the night before burst out of her office and rushed forward.

"Mr. Riddle. What happened?"

The young man's face remained mysteriously blank as he looked at the Mediwitch. His deep grey eyes flashed a little bit when she called him Mr. Riddle, but he said nothing about it and said, "A stray hex in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Madame White."

Madame White clucked to herself, muttered something about incompetent professors, and then settled Riddle into a bed. She rushed about and soon he was settled into a bed, a potion poured down his throat, and was looking around for something to entertain himself with. Madame White had returned to her office after muttering something about paperwork. Riddle's eyes soon fell on Hermione.

"Who are you?"

Hermione looked at the young man in the other bed. She studied him for a moment, wondering how to react. After all, he would go on and kill her parents. She was filled with hatred at the sight of him. On the other hand, he had not done that yet. If she did her job correctly, he would never do any of the horrible things that he had done in her time. She suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing that Riddle was still looking at her, waiting for an answer.

"My name is Hermione Griffith. And you are…"

It was his turn to stare at her. She was uncomfortable, just sitting there, waiting for him to say something. She did already know who he was and what kinds of things he liked to do for fun but she certainly wasn't going to tell him that!

"Tom Riddle," he spoke into the silence. She shook herself out of her thoughts and looked at him. He continued to stare at her and this time she did not think of or look at anything but the young man in front of her.

She noted, in spite of herself, that he was handsome. He seemed tall but it was hard to tell because he was lying down. He had hair that was such a dark brown it was nearly black. It was neatly parted slightly to the side and charmed to stay out of his face. The dark grey eyes that she had noticed earlier were strangely void of emotion. For that matter, Hermione thought, his whole face was blank.

He suddenly spoke. "I've never seen you here before. Where did you come from?" His voice was demanding, like he expected an answer and heaven help her if she did not give him one that he believed.

"I'm a transfer student," Hermione stated, looking him in the eye and daring him to contradict her. He didn't. He did, however, seem to have problems believing her.

"Why weren't you here for the first week, then? That would be when transfer students arrive, would it not?" Something about the way he worded that question made her think of Professor Snape.

"I had to finish getting all of my paperwork in order."

"Where are you from?" he demanded again. It was making Hermione angry.

"You know what? I am in a hospital wing for a reason. I do not want to deal with your annoying questions right now. I want to sleep!" And with that, Hermione rolled over. She stared blankly at the wall. Riddle was moving around in his bed behind her and then it was quiet.

TRHGTRHGTRHGTRHG

Later, when Hermione woke up, the hospital wing was still quiet. She rolled over onto her back and looked over to where she had last seen him: his hospital bed. He was not there. She looked for Madame White, but she was absent, too.

She sat up. This was the perfect time to read the papers that Dumbledore had sent with her. 'Crap. I forgot to give the papers to Dumbledore!' she thought to herself. She shrugged. Too late now, anyways.

She opened the unsealed envelope, which contained her copy of all of the documents she needed. She read through her transcript, which was accurate with the exception of the school name in the letter head. Apparently she had attended Beaubatons for the last five years. 'I guess I had better brush up in my French,' Hermione thought.

As she scanned through the other papers the door to the hospital was opened again. She quickly transfigured the papers and the envelope they had been in into quills and blank parchment. She stared into space for a moment before looking over at whoever it was that had come in.

Dumbledore stood there, looking at her in amusement. Hermione smiled back at him, noticing the twinkle in his eyes. He looked so much younger and happier.

"Miss, I teach transfiguration. I am sure you are aware of my ability to recognize someone transfiguring something."

Hermione blushed. "Sorry, sir. I was reading something that no one knows I have and I suppose I shouldn't." She rummaged through her pockets, while he continued to look entertained, and brought out the envelope for Dumbledore. "I was supposed to give you this upon my arrival but I did not remember." She held the envelope out but he made no move to take it.

"My dear girl, why do you have something you are supposed to give me? Should it not go to the Headmaster?"

Hermione sighed. "Sir, I need to speak with you privately."

The professor arched an eyebrow but stepped toward her bedside, drew the curtains, and put a silencing charm on their cubicle.

"Professor Dumbledore, my name is Hermione Granger and I am from the future."

TRHGTRHGTRHGTRHG

After Hermione explained everything to Dumbledore he agreed to take her to the Headmaster upon her release from the hospital wing. Shortly thereafter, Madame White made her appearance and released Hermione.

On the way up to the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore spoke.

"Miss Griffith, there are some things that you should know. Grindewald is still in existence. I have no desire for you to tell me or anyone else what happens in the future but you should know that you have escaped one Dark Lord only to be in the presence of another."

She groaned. "I had forgotten about him." She felt like smacking herself in the forehead. That was a big event that took place this year! She should have remembered that.

Soon they reached the gargoyles that she remembered. Professor Dumbledore said smoothly "boss man" and Hermione had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. 'Oh, this is going to be fun,' she thought.

Sure enough, when they came in the first thing that was said to them was, "can't you see I'm busy right now? I don't have time for anything else right now!"

Dumbledore glanced at Hermione, who really did role her eyes this time. He smiled and looked back at the Headmaster. "Armando, I think you might want to make time for this."

The Headmaster looked up. "Ah. My dear, you're up. Brilliant. Have a seat." She did as she was told in the seat that he had gestured to. "I am Headmaster Armando Dippet"

Author's Note: I have been asked something a few times and thought I would clear it up. Hermione is not Tom's sister, nor will he ever think that she is. There is someone later on in the story that she will have to convince. It is no one at Hogwarts. Rest assured. I do not support (or write about) incest. Oh, and Tom will not fall in love with her until after she pulls the stunt of being his sister. I hope you're here for the long haul, folks.