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Tom Marvolo Riddle? Hermione immediately snatched her hand away, and inspected it off-handedly. She looked at his handsome, pale face, framed by thick, jet-black hair. Tom Marvolo Riddle?
"I, uh, need to go," she said hurriedly. Of all people to meet! Young Voldemort!
Panic rose in her, but she sensibly calmed herself down. Never let fear surface when confronted by your enemy, she told herself. With that, Hermione turned away, and tried to accost a passing student.
"Please, I need to see Professor Dumbledore...now!" she almost yelled at a blonde student. He took one look at her and fled away, leaving Hermione open-mouthed and insulted.
"I see that help is hard to come by," remarked a voice behind her. Her heart sank like a stone. It was Voldemort Junior.
"Professor Dumbledore is away..for the moment," he said, fingering his Prefect badge. She noticed that it had a tiny snake etched into it. He's a Parselmouth, she thought. Snakes are his servants.
Tom was chatting animatedly, staring at her all the time but Hermione only had one thing o her mind. If Dumbledore was away, she would go straight to the Headmaster. Professor Dippet.
"Well, then I guess I'll see Professor Dippet," she said. He turned his eyes on her, and for a while, anger almost flashed in them. But in a split second, it was gone. Tom was all smiles again.
"I'll walk you there," he said. With annoyance, Hermione realise that it was a statement, not an offer. So, she thought. Was this how Voldemort spent his schooldays? Walking girls to offices?
They walked in silence, and through keen observation, Hermione noted that most students seem to treat Tom with respect. A group of proud-faced Slytherins gave him a nod and he passed by. Tom hardly gave them a glance.
Hermione felt angry with herself, for even being courteous to Harry's mortal enemy. He killed Harry's parents! She screamed inwardly. But, she could not deny that he had a very charming personality. She hated him for it.
They arrived at Professor Dippet's door. But before Hermione could knock, Tom grabbed her hand impulsively. His face had an excited look on it, as though he had murdered a million muggles, thought Hermione.
"Hermione Gangly," said Tom. His eyes were sparkling so brightly that they literally blinded her. "I've found a secret hideout," he said. "And though I've only known you for a few minutes, you're the first person that I've told," he said. Hermione stared back. His blue eyes were very absorbing. Then, she mentally kicked herself.
"I've found a place.a sacred place. It took me years to find it..but now, Salazar's work shall be completed," Tom said. His eyes never left her for a nanosecond.
The Chamber of Secrets! Thought Hermione. He's found it? Then the killings are about to begin, she thought dismally. And he doesn't know that I'm muggle-born. Good.
"Well, I don't know what to say,' she faltered. She didn't want to annoy Tom, but Professor Dippet was only a knock away. She turned her back on his faintly enraged face, and knocked resolutely o the door.
"Come in," said a tired voice. With apprehension, Hermione pushed the door open and stepped into the candle-lit room. It looked almost like Dumbledore's office, with the numerous portraits of past headmasters snoozing on the walls. Professor Dippet's wrinkled face looked confused as she came in.
For a second, Hermione contemplated telling him everything about Voldemort. She did, but as soon as she got to the part about his rebirth, he laughed derisively.
"What a FANTASTIC story, my girl!" he chuckled. "I'm sorry, but I don't have time for fairy tales," he said, an amused smile playing on his thin lips.
"But it's true!" she said. "In fact, I'll tell you who he is. He is Tom-" but she got no further. Professor Dippet's face transformed into crumpled fury at the mention of his favourite Prefect's name.
"Cock and bull stories are one thing, but bad-mouthing my students is another! Out now!!" he shouted.
Hermione retreated hastily. She could see that Professor Dippet was no Dumbledore. He was a fool, who pretended that Hogwarts was a paradise, not a breeding ground for evil. But then a faint voice called out to her. It was one of the many portraits on the wall. Professor Dippet gave a disgusted snort. "Go ahead, Johnson," he said.
Johnson, a black and white wizard with a curled moustache, motioned for Hermione to come closer.
"I believe you," he said softly. "I've always believed that evil is playing an invisible hand at moulding our students," he sighed. "And your part about time-travel was very intriguing. If it is true, that you were given a chance to reshape history, I say, go for it," said Johnson, his eyes unblinking. Hermione nodded in agreement.
"So, young lady, I have a word of advice for you,'" he said, as he nodded for her to come even closer. "This way, you can get some information from that villain, and use it against him. But first, you need to know his weakness," he said. Hermione was curious. It seemed reasonable. She would dig out Voldemort's innermost secrets, and foil his evil scheme. Johnson was gesturing for her to lay her ear on his portrait. She did so.
A second later...
"WHAT?" she shouted. "You want me to SLEEP with him??!!"
A/N: review, review, review!
Tom Marvolo Riddle? Hermione immediately snatched her hand away, and inspected it off-handedly. She looked at his handsome, pale face, framed by thick, jet-black hair. Tom Marvolo Riddle?
"I, uh, need to go," she said hurriedly. Of all people to meet! Young Voldemort!
Panic rose in her, but she sensibly calmed herself down. Never let fear surface when confronted by your enemy, she told herself. With that, Hermione turned away, and tried to accost a passing student.
"Please, I need to see Professor Dumbledore...now!" she almost yelled at a blonde student. He took one look at her and fled away, leaving Hermione open-mouthed and insulted.
"I see that help is hard to come by," remarked a voice behind her. Her heart sank like a stone. It was Voldemort Junior.
"Professor Dumbledore is away..for the moment," he said, fingering his Prefect badge. She noticed that it had a tiny snake etched into it. He's a Parselmouth, she thought. Snakes are his servants.
Tom was chatting animatedly, staring at her all the time but Hermione only had one thing o her mind. If Dumbledore was away, she would go straight to the Headmaster. Professor Dippet.
"Well, then I guess I'll see Professor Dippet," she said. He turned his eyes on her, and for a while, anger almost flashed in them. But in a split second, it was gone. Tom was all smiles again.
"I'll walk you there," he said. With annoyance, Hermione realise that it was a statement, not an offer. So, she thought. Was this how Voldemort spent his schooldays? Walking girls to offices?
They walked in silence, and through keen observation, Hermione noted that most students seem to treat Tom with respect. A group of proud-faced Slytherins gave him a nod and he passed by. Tom hardly gave them a glance.
Hermione felt angry with herself, for even being courteous to Harry's mortal enemy. He killed Harry's parents! She screamed inwardly. But, she could not deny that he had a very charming personality. She hated him for it.
They arrived at Professor Dippet's door. But before Hermione could knock, Tom grabbed her hand impulsively. His face had an excited look on it, as though he had murdered a million muggles, thought Hermione.
"Hermione Gangly," said Tom. His eyes were sparkling so brightly that they literally blinded her. "I've found a secret hideout," he said. "And though I've only known you for a few minutes, you're the first person that I've told," he said. Hermione stared back. His blue eyes were very absorbing. Then, she mentally kicked herself.
"I've found a place.a sacred place. It took me years to find it..but now, Salazar's work shall be completed," Tom said. His eyes never left her for a nanosecond.
The Chamber of Secrets! Thought Hermione. He's found it? Then the killings are about to begin, she thought dismally. And he doesn't know that I'm muggle-born. Good.
"Well, I don't know what to say,' she faltered. She didn't want to annoy Tom, but Professor Dippet was only a knock away. She turned her back on his faintly enraged face, and knocked resolutely o the door.
"Come in," said a tired voice. With apprehension, Hermione pushed the door open and stepped into the candle-lit room. It looked almost like Dumbledore's office, with the numerous portraits of past headmasters snoozing on the walls. Professor Dippet's wrinkled face looked confused as she came in.
For a second, Hermione contemplated telling him everything about Voldemort. She did, but as soon as she got to the part about his rebirth, he laughed derisively.
"What a FANTASTIC story, my girl!" he chuckled. "I'm sorry, but I don't have time for fairy tales," he said, an amused smile playing on his thin lips.
"But it's true!" she said. "In fact, I'll tell you who he is. He is Tom-" but she got no further. Professor Dippet's face transformed into crumpled fury at the mention of his favourite Prefect's name.
"Cock and bull stories are one thing, but bad-mouthing my students is another! Out now!!" he shouted.
Hermione retreated hastily. She could see that Professor Dippet was no Dumbledore. He was a fool, who pretended that Hogwarts was a paradise, not a breeding ground for evil. But then a faint voice called out to her. It was one of the many portraits on the wall. Professor Dippet gave a disgusted snort. "Go ahead, Johnson," he said.
Johnson, a black and white wizard with a curled moustache, motioned for Hermione to come closer.
"I believe you," he said softly. "I've always believed that evil is playing an invisible hand at moulding our students," he sighed. "And your part about time-travel was very intriguing. If it is true, that you were given a chance to reshape history, I say, go for it," said Johnson, his eyes unblinking. Hermione nodded in agreement.
"So, young lady, I have a word of advice for you,'" he said, as he nodded for her to come even closer. "This way, you can get some information from that villain, and use it against him. But first, you need to know his weakness," he said. Hermione was curious. It seemed reasonable. She would dig out Voldemort's innermost secrets, and foil his evil scheme. Johnson was gesturing for her to lay her ear on his portrait. She did so.
A second later...
"WHAT?" she shouted. "You want me to SLEEP with him??!!"
A/N: review, review, review!