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Chapter7

Dawn crept through the gap in the thick curtains into 234 Upper Berkeley Street, it travelled along the cream carpet until it hit the cherry coloured sofa where Tom Riddle was just waking up.

Hermione Granger was in the shower, letting the hot water pound out the tightness in her shoulders that she had obtained from resting on Tom for the whole night. She sighed and felt the anger bubble up inside her. What did she think she was doing! He was, although he didn't know it yet, the future Dark Lord! The very man she had travelled the whole of Britain to kill and what had she done! Harry would be furious!

But out from the anger sprouted a smaller voice of reason. All you did was have dinner with him, like you've done many times since he came to this world. A so what if you just had a little dance, it's not like you've slept with him.

A dinner, by candle light the stronger voice stated. Hermione shook her head dispersing the voices and turned the water off. I'm going mad she thought as she tucked the towel around her and peered round the corner.

She noticed that Tom had eventually woken up and was currently drawing the curtains back, letting the autumn sun stream through, illuminating his silhouette. Hermione gasped silently. For the second time she had realised how close he was to being Lord Voldemort. He had a few more inches to grow, which she knew he would achieve once he returned in their fourth year, with his hair still miraculously in place his bone structure became more prominent and almost skeletal.

With his hands behind his back he started to turn around, seeing this Hermione quickly dived into her bedroom, praying that he hadn't seen her staring, with her heart hammering in her chest.

What she hadn't seen was Riddle's smirk; he had known she was their all along.

The morning passed on, rather uneventfully with Hermione working again in the Library. She came home to find Mrs Sally Gaind sitting on the sofa with Riddle.

"Oh, terribly sorry Miss Granger but I rang on the door bell to ask you if I could borrow your rolling pin and this young man Tom?"

"Granger"

"Riddle" said Hermione and Tom at the same time. Hermione gave her a small smile and said "Granger-Riddle, he's my half brother you see, same mother, different father"

"Oh I see"

Unexpectantly Minerva McGonagall suddenly walked through the bedroom door. Seeing Sally's alarmed look Tom jumped in whilst Hermione ran and got the rolling pin "and this is she, our mother."

Eventually a stunned and a slightly confused Sally was ushered out by Hermione allowing the remainder of people left in the flat to breath a sigh of relief.

"I trust, Miss Granger that, that Muggle is not a reoccurring presence in this flat?" asked McGonagall.

"No Minerva she isn't, in fact that's probably the first time she's ever set foot in this building to be honest." Replied Hermione

"Good because we can't afford people snooping around, not at this time"

"Why? What's happened?"

"The Order of The Phoenix has got wind of Riddle's appearance in this time, Harry's leading the investigation"

"I sense there are things that you are not telling me" came Riddle's voice from the sofa where he was lounging.

"There are some things, Riddle that you don't want to know"

Riddle suddenly got up, drew himself up to his full height and looked down into Minerva's eyes.

"Now you listen here woman!"

"Tom! Please enough! Minerva's trying to help us, don't ruin it!" shouted Hermione, surprised where that sudden bound of courage came from and from the look of Riddle's face, so was he.

Dum,dum dum,!

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