i dont own harry potter!
Wish that I had other choices
Than to harm the one I love
What have you done now?
What the bloody hell!? I felt as if my chest exploded when I hit the floor. I couldn't move for a minute due to the pain of it all. I coughed in an attempt to get oxygen to my lungs but it didn't seem to be helping. I gasped for air as I laid there on the floor. I was sleeping in my bed and the next thing I know I was... I had no idea where I was. I could hear someone coming toward me, running from the sound of the footsteps. She touched me, trying to see if I was alright. I flinched at the feeling of contact with another person. No one touched me. Ever. I continued to gasp for air as she checked me over. Finally my oxygen deprived lungs took in a deep breath and allowed me to think clearly once more.
I sat up and collected myself before decided to look at the girl. She was thin, incredibly so with soft brown curls that framed her face. She had chocolate brown eyes, one of which had a fleck of green in it. She was... decent. Nothing compared to some girls I have seen in my life but... just decent. She looked at me with concern in her eyes. She was probably worried about the episode I had just had. I looked around me and found myself in a corridor of Hogwarts. I must have sleep walked? How I came to be in this corridor, I did not know but I had to leave. Hopefully this silly girl would not follow me like a lost pup. I did not need such stupidity as that. I stood up and wiped the dirt from my robes. She stood up also and only came up to my shoulders. She seemed frail like she was living, but just barely. Weakness like that disgusted me.
I supposed that I should probably thank her for making sure I was alright. I reluctantly did so. She did not answer, just nodded her head slightly. I sighed and extended my hand to the pathetic girl. "Tom Riddle." I saw that my name sent chills down her spine. Good. That's the way it should be. I am to be feared. The fear in her eyes soon turned to anger. She ran at me and tried to tackle me to the ground using only her brute force (which I must say was close to none). She began to punch me fiercely, one of her swings made contact with my mouth causing it to split. I grabbed hold of her wiggling form and restrained her. I could feel the blood seeping down my lip from where the cut was. For such a small, weak girl she threw an average enough punch. She glared at me with half-crazed eyes. She wanted to hurt me, maybe even kill me. I had done nothing to her, yet she still despises me.
I have never met a teacher nor girl who has ever exuded such fury at the sight of me or the sound of my name. My charm worked on them without a hitch. It was so easy to fool teenage girls. All they care about is boys and gossip. Their brains were so full of saw dust that I could have told them that lipstick was raining from the sky and they would believe me and see if it was their shade. It was really almost to easy.
But this girl was different, there was no doubt in my mind about it. She knew something about me that no one was supposed to know except for my followers. "Tom Riddle." He voice was so laced with contempt that I raised my eye brow in surprise, when I caught myself doing this I quickly dropped it, not wanting to show any emotions to this little person. Her eyes began to flutter closed before she collapsed against me. In a hurry to get her off of me, I laid her down on the ground were she stayed unmoved. She fainted, like the weak female she was. I searched up and down the hallway, looking for someone to pawn her off on so I could be left in peace. No one was around. My gaze drifted down to the brown haired girl. She wore Gryffindor robes, yet another reason why I didn't want to help her.
I could just leave her there but how would that look when she wakes up and tells an adult that I was in the hall with her when she fainted? To keep up pretenses I had to deliver her to the Hospital Wing. The thought made me wince in disgust. I eventually picked up the girl and cradled her in my arms, making sure I wouldn't drop her. The girl was light, she couldn't weigh more than one hundred pounds, at least she wouldn't be a huge burden on the way there. I began to walk in the direction of the Hospital Wing. The castle looked different. Items were missing with others in their places. These are not the halls I had just patrolled an hour earlier. The girl moved slightly causing me to stop midstep. She let out a small sigh but made no other movements. I fell back into step quickly, not wanting to be around her when she woke up. For a small girl, she had some fight in her an admirable quality for people to have. Not that she was one to be admired.
The Hospital Wing came into view which made me only move faster, I wanted to wash my hands of the girl. I pushed open the door with my back. I turned around to see a room that was so unlike the one I have seen before. A woman rushed up to me with a frightened look on her wrinkled old face. "What happened?" She demanded to know.
"Nothing. She just fainted, is all." I stated. The woman still hadn't look me in the eye. Her full attention was placed on the girl that laid in my arms.
"Yes, well bring her over to this bed, will you?" She waved her hand frantically at a bed close to the windows. I put the girl down on the bed and stepped back. The nurse came in close to her and began an examination. I slowly backed away and inched closer to the door. I turned to walk out when I heard the old woman call after me.
"Young man." I sighed at my failure to escape, that blasted woman better have a good reason to keep me here. I turned around to see her looking at me with wide eyes. "What did you say your name was?"
"I didn't" I replied gingerly. I had no time for her moronic questions.
"Well, what is it then?" Her eyes held a certain degree of uncertainty and fear.
I put on a handsome smile for her. "My name is Tom Riddle." I tried to say it as calmly and nicely as possible but it didn't work. The woman grabbed her chest where her heart resided and sat on the bed behind her. To my surprise the old hag whipped out her wand before I could react. She aimed it at my chest with her hand shaking.
"Don't move. Don't you dare move one bit." She attempted to say in a fearless tone. It didn't work very well. She mumbled a spell to herself and a patronous shaped like a butterfly came out of the tip of her wand. Two minutes later a group of teachers stormed into the Wing each one of them with their wands pointed at me. An old woman in a pointed black hat stood in front of them, acting as their leader. She was tall, thin, and looked strangely familiar. I think I knew her once... then the woman's identity hit me with full force. It couldn't be, could it?
"Professor McGonigal?" I questioned, rather confused. She did not look that old in class today, something has happened. Something bizarre.
"Hello Tom. Nice to see you again."
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I woke up to find myself in the Hospital Wing. How I got here or why I was here I had no clue. My vision was slightly fuzzy and my throat dry. I saw a glass of water on the bedside table. I picked it up and took a giant sip.
"Miss. Granger? How are you feeling?" Madame Pumfrey inquired. I nodded my head to indicate that I was fine. She nodded hers in response. "From what I hear you fainted on the way to your dorm."
Ah, that explained the strange dream I had... passed out (not fainted, fainting sounds so much worse than passing out) which probably led to my impaired dream, trauma to the head or something like that. I sat up in the bed and rub my forehead.
"Does anything hurt, dear?" I shook my head no. "Very well. You are free to go to the Headmistress's office." My eyes jumped up to look at her. I tilted my head to the side out of confusion. Why on the bloody earth did I have to go see McGonigal? The nurse looked at me, waiting for me to say something. When I didn't she simply said "It is concerning the boy who brought you in here." My heart sunk twenty-thousand feet into the ground. It wasn't a dream.
I had truly encountered Tom Riddle. I punched Lord Voldemort.
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They dragged me into the Headmaster's office, usually inhabited by Headmaster Dippet but now taken over by McGonigal. The teachers (who I didn't recognize) shoved me down into a chair with their filthy hands. How dare they touch me? If they had any idea who I was...
"Voldemort." McGonigal spat at me, as if it was an insult. My eyes widened and I felt myself tense slightly, but only slightly. Weakness is the greatest weakness a person can have and I am above all of that.
"How do you know that-" The wrinkled woman cut me off. If they had not taken my wand I would have wiped that superior look right off her face.
"You are in the future Mr. Riddle. I don't know how, I don't know why, all I know is we must figure out what to do with you. " She tapped her nails on the desk. I could feel my blood boiling beneath my skin, I wanted nothing more than to hurt all the people in this room.
The door opened with a small creak and the small girl I had encountered earlier walked in, once again fuming at the sight of me. Her eyes were only for me which made me even more furious. She had no right to look at me like that. No one did.
"Miss. Granger come in, won't you." The girl complied and sat in the chair next to mine. I felt sick to my stomach at her close proximity. She sat with her back straight, not leaning against the back of the chair at all. Her uneasiness made me smile. One of the men holding me jerked me by the shoulder, silently telling me to stop. I looked at him, the man was even more pathetic than the girl. He looked old and frail, pale and run-down. He watched me watch her with his protective eyes glaring daggers at me. I felt my anger get the best of me and my eyes narrow into thin slights.
"You realize who this is Miss. Granger?" McGonigal asked the curly haired girl, who's name I now knew to be Granger (like it mattered anyway?). The girl gave one stern nod. McGonigal reached over the desk and placed a hand over the girls. She gave it a sickeningly motherly squeeze before returning to address the adults once more. She motioned for them to huddle around her desk so they could speak in so what private quarters.
This gave me time to think. How had I gotten here? Why was I here? How do they know me by that name? Only my followers call me that and never in public. I can not be in the future and by the looks of McGonigal fifty years into the future. It was impossible, improbable. I looked to the girl once more. She sat there with her back straight and stiff and her hands folded in her lap. Like the perfect little know-it-all I was sure she was. She caught me staring at her and I could feel the intensity of her gaze. She hated me beyond the realm of hate, it was more along the lines loathing but even worse still. She attempted to stare me down but it didn't work. I did not back down for anyone, especially silly little girls. The teachers unhuddled themselves and stared in my direction. I glared at each of them in turn.
"Well Tom. It looks like you will be staying here, at Hogwarts until we know how you came to be in this time." McGonigal informed me. The Granger girl stood up out of her chair and slammed her hands on the Headmistress's desk. She was... was it outraged? "I know Miss. Granger but what can we do? He is not Voldemort yet. We cannot punish him for crimes he has not committed yet" The girl pinched the bridge of her nose and began to pace in front of the large desk. "He will also be staying with you in the Head's Dorms Miss. Granger." The girl stopped pacing and whipped around she fast that she hit her face with her own hair. Her face was tomato red with anger.
"He is after all is the Head Boy back in his time and to be quite honest you are the only person I trust to keep an eye on him for the duration of his stay with us. His wand will have a 'child lock' on it of sorts so he will not be able to perform any spells that could endanger the other students or yourself. In order to keep the students calm we will change his name to ensure they do not know his true identity." She turned her attention to me. " Your alias will be Tom Redford and you are an exchange student from Durmstrang. Any funny business Ridd-Redford and I will be forced in notify the Ministry." I nodded my head and stole a glance at the girl. She still wore a look of utter fury.
"Very well. You are excused." The girl stormed out of the room and slammed the door before McGonigal could finish her sentence. What I did to make her so mad, I couldn't tell. "Tom you know your way to the Head's Dorm I assume. So you should have no problems, I will send some school things for you along with some Slytherin robes." I nodded my head, detached and uninterested in the old womans words. I walked to the door but was soon stopped by the voice of the Headmistress.
"Oh and Tom." I turned to see what the old broad wanted. She gave me the most uninviting, unwelcoming expression she could muster. "Don't test Hermione Granger. You have failed in killing her twice now and I will not stop her if this time she tries to kill you."
ok i know that tom riddle commited murders before his seventh year but lets just forget about those for the time being. leave me feedback! it keeps me from sucking! =] thanks for reading!