hey there heres the next chapter. we are starting to get into the good stuff. i like this chapter so i hope you do too.

I know I'd better stop trying

You know that there's no denying

I won't show mercy on you now

The nerve of that woman! How could she room me with Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort!? I half ran to my Head dorm which would now also house the root of all that is evil in my world. I could tell he was following slowly behind me. He was probably at least twenty feet behind at all times but never out of eye sight. I could feel his gaze burn into my back, still I did not turn around. I should have killed him at that very moment, I wanted to. There was something inside me holding me back however. I wish that part would just shut it.

I said the password and rushed into my common room, slamming the door behind me. I waited to hear it slam, but no such sound was heard. I turned to see Tom Riddle- I'm sorry Tom Redford standing in the door way with his hands behind his back. He stared at me with cold, hateful eyes. I scoffed before stomping up the stairs that led to the bedrooms. Mine was on the right while the evil spawn's was on the left. I stormed into my room and slammed the large wooden door, this time my attempt was successful and I head the satisfying sound as the wood of the door hit the wood of the frame. I crashed onto my bed and throw a pillow over my head. I screamed as loud as I could into it, letting loose all my frustration and sorrow in one lung full of air. I eventually ran out of breath and stopped. I laid there with the down feather pillow still pressed against my face. I heard a laugh coming from my door way, it was on evil laugh that made a person feel like all hope was lost. I shot up from the bed and saw Riddle standing there. He had an amused look playing across his features.

I stood up and crossed my arms. "What the bloody hell are you doing in my room?" I scowled at him. My eyes widened at the sound of my own voice. I didn't even say anything to Professor McGonigal when she told me that Riddle would be staying here, in my dorm at Hogwarts, where he and many of his followers had killed its students. Why was I wasting my breath on him? I thought about it and reached a conclusion. I had said before that I didn't talk because I had nothing to say, well with Tom Riddle standing there a lot of things came to my mind that I could say to him. And I would bloody say them.

"My apologizes, Miss." He said in a smooth voice. "I didn't mean to startle you." He bent low in a mock bow. I snarled at him before taking a few steps closer. I had to be at least a foot shorter than him but I didn't care, this pathetic excuse of a man would not cause me to cower in my own room.

"Save the sweet talkfor someone who will actually believe it." I snarled. He smirked in a very Draco-like manner that was a mixture of mad scientist and evil ruler. I narrowed my eyes and clenched my jaw. He made no indication that he planned to go away. "This would be your cue to leave." I told him as intimidatingly as I could. I looked into his eyes and saw that a tint of red resided there, I took a step back out of recognition of those eyes, the eyes I had seen so many times in my dreams, the eyes of the man that stood over my best friends dead body...

I closed my eyes and willed the thoughts away, I couldn't break down, not with him watching. He still stood there, staring at me as if I was the dangerous one here. He took a step closer to me, which instinctively made me step back. He liked that I was scared of him, Voldemort drew power from other people's fear. I pulled myself together and took a step back toward him. I cranked my neck up to look at him.

"I don't know what I have done to offend you, you don't even know me." I shivered at the cold voice that was a fair cry different than the one he had used only moments before. I held his gaze, not wanting him to think he could break me. "What could I have possibly done to make you hate me so much." Sarcasm dripped from his voice. I could feel my blood boiling at the cruelty in his voice. I raised my hand to strike him across the face but he caught my wrist inches before my hand could make contact. He stared at me, eyes redder than they had been before.

"You will never hit me again, Granger." Tom Riddle said. I wretched my wrist from his grasp. I looked down at the red finger marks he had left there from his tight grip. I shoot him a hate laced glance. Taking another step toward him, I was now only inches from his chest.

"Wanna bet?" I asked with a scornful smirk. Riddle raised his eye brows at me like he didn't believe my threat. "Get. Out. Of. Here." I nodded toward the door before turning my back to him, a true sign that I wouldn't back down to him, not this time, not ever. I could feel his presence still in the room. I stayed with my back to him, arms crossed across my chest defensively. I heard his footsteps on the carpet coming closer to me, not moving away. A second later I felt his breath on my neck, I wanted to turn around but I couldn't find the strength too. He leaned down near my neck and whispered into my ear. "I'm glad I messed you up this much, Granger." He left my room and closed the door, I managed to make it to the door to lock it and cast a silencing charm before collapsing onto the soft carpet and crying until I fell asleep where I sat.

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I woke up on my bed, not quite sure how I got there. The room around me looked strange. This was not the room I had just managed to get used to at Lupin's, this was my room at Hogwarts. I was surrounded by my house colors, they covered my bed, chair, and curtains. I was back at school unfortunately. With Lord Voldemort about twenty feet away. I got up quick and went over to see if my door was still locked, it was. I sighed in relief and began to get ready for my first day of classes. I put on the mandatory plaid skirt, white oxford, and tie with the Gryffindor colors on them and decided to add a black sweat over it. My hair had tamed itself over the years so nothing had to be done with it, the curls just sort of fell into place which I was thankful for.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and dabbed on a bit of mascara before leaving the room. I looked across the hall to see Riddle's door to be closed still. I went down the stairs, feeling slightly comforted by the possibility of him still sleeping. I stopped dead in my track when I saw him sitting on the couch by the fireplace. He had a book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He looked up at me after hearing the sound of my footsteps, he once again flashed an evil smirk that made my teeth cringe. He raised his mug to me before returning to his book. I grabbed my stuff before heading out the door and away from him.

I went to the Great Hall to get something to eat. The room wasn't very full due to the early hour which I appreciated, I could be alone for a while before classes. I took the seat furtherest from a large group of students and began to fill my plate. I read one of my favorite books as I ate my breakfast. It was a novel, not one of my usual favorites but it was still very good. The book was Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. It was a muggle book but it was amazing. I think I read it about ten times. The story was timeless. Lizzy Bennett sees nothing but the faults in Mr. Darcy. Lizzy couldn't stand the man, he was rich, powerful, and well stuck up. Despite everything Lizzy believes to be true about him, she ends up falling for him in the end. It was possible one of the best books ever written.

I finished breakfast and continued reading. I saw a shadow pass behind me and block on the light. I whipped around to see Tom... Redford standing there. He sat next to me and lifted up my book to read the title. I smacked his hand like he was a little child and wretched myself away from him and further down the bench.

He smiled at me, but behind that smile lied hate. His smile was saying one thing but his cold, dead eyes were saying something completely different. "Jane Austen? Well someone is a mudblood, aren't they?" He wiped his hands on his robes to show that just being near me made him feel dirty.

I narrowed my eyes into small slights. "Better than being a half-breed with daddy issues, Riddle." His eyes widened at my remark. I chuckled lightly, hoping I was making him feel uncomfortable. Through my research with... Harry and Ron (the thought of them tugged at my chest) we had found out about Tom Riddle before he changed into that horrible creature. Tom Riddle's father abandoned his mother when she was pregnant with him. His father was under a spell the entire time he was with Tom's mother, but Riddle never got over the fact that a muggle left his magical mom. "What's the matter, Riddle? Did your daddy not want you?" I saw his face contort into an expression that reminded me of his later years as Lord Voldemort. He was beyond angry.

If it was anyone else I would have felt sorry for them, but when it came to Tom Riddle, I would show no mercy. He got up but kept his eyes on me. He spun on his heels and calmly rushed over to the Slytherin table. He, like I, opted to sit by himself, keeping as much distance between him and the other students as humanly possible. For a fraction of a second I thought I detected a hint of sadness fill his eyes but I figured that was impossible. Lord Voldemort, whether he be as he was before his death or as Tom Riddle would never have a soul. The thought was almost laughable really.

I turned back to my book and read until Professor McGonigal came to give me my seventh year schedule. She held the paper out to me. I went to grab it but she pulled away before my hand clasped the schedule. I shot my gaze up at the Headmistress.

"Hermione, is everything alright? Mr. Redford is not making any trouble for you, is he?" The teacher asked me quietly and sternly. I nodded my head to show everything was fine. I could handle Ridd- Redford by myself. I didn't need a teacher to give him a detention and a slap on the wrist. At the moment this was my battle not hers. She pressed her lips together in response. She gave one firm nod before holding the paper out to me once more, this time a managed to take in from her grasp. She moved on to the other Gryffindors without another word.

My schedule was vigorous. I had advanced NEWT's classes in every subject. Runes would not be much of a problem, neither would charms, transfiguration, or DADA. Potions however was a different matter. I have always been good with this subject but with a new teacher, it might turn out to be as easy a class as the others or it might turn out to be intense and impossible to complete. I had no clue who the new potions master would be or how they had planned their curriculum so I would just have to cross that bridge when I came to it.

I stood up and gathered my things. I read the book as I walked out of the Great Hall, not watching where I was going. I ran into someone as I was exiting through the door. I looked up, startled at the sudden contact. Tom Riddle was standing there, a book lay in his hands also. I scoffed before pushing past him. I hurried down a nearby corridor to escape the evil boy. Through the twists and turns I made it to my first class. As I looked down at my watch, I noticed that I was also a half-hour early to Defense Against the Dark Arts. I sighed before entering the room. I jumped back, startled by the sight of a figure sitting in the back row.

You have got to be kidding me... Tom Riddle had beat me to the class and choose seat before me. How had he arrived so fast? I left him standing at in the door way of the Great Hall. He didn't look back at me as I entered, probably because he knew who it was that stood behind him. I looked around the empty room and decided on a seat on the opposite side of the room but still in the back. If I was in the front I would draw too much attention to myself and attention is definitely not something I wanted. I sat down keeping my eyes forward. The room looked the same as it had the last six years I had classes in here. It still smelled like mold and there were still stains on the ceiling from potions gone bad but the room was different. It held an eerie air about it that gave me goose bumps.

The room felt different because I knew that Snape would not be coming in to teach it. His hateful presence had long since left this dungeon and left it seeming empty. Snape had a horrible personality but he was a great man. He gave up his life to try and save Harry, for that I will always remember him in a positive light even though he never thought much about me. I bowed my head out of respect. Whoever was the new teacher had so very large shoes to fill.

I reached in my bag to find my book, it had somehow managed to make it to the bottom of all my stuff when I put it away. When I bent down, I felt Redford's eyes on me. I looked up for a fraction of a second and met his eyes. He didn't smirk or glare, he was just sitting there looking at me. I shot up straight in my seat and began to read. I could tell he was still glancing at me from the corning of his eye but I ignored it. I attempted to read but could not. I read the same sentence about twenty times before throwing the novel down on my desk.

"What?" I yelled at him. He turned so he was sitting sideways in his chair, facing me. He opened his mouth twice but no words came out. I let out a angry, frustrated sigh. "Well?"

"Why didn't I kill you?" He stated simply, like it was the most obvious question for a person to ask another. I stared into his dark eyes, not knowing exactly what to say to him. Oh Merlin this is ridiculous! I am not explaining why he didn't kill me to him! I leaned back in my chair and racked my brain for the answer. After a moment of silence I realized that I had no clue why I was alive right now, there was no reason for me to be. I refocused my gave of Redford and pursed my lips. He was still looking at me intently.

I told him "I honestly don't know."

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