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"So, when are we going to see the chamb-uh-secret hideout?" asked Hermione nervously. "And isn't it dangerous or something?" she continued, thinking about the basilisk. She had seen it once, in the mirror, and didn't wish to encounter the younger version of it. Maybe it'll be smaller, she thought hopefully.
Tom stopped in his tracks. His face wore a calculative, shrewd expression, and he ran a hand through his thick black hair. Hermione was relieved to see that for once, his eyes weren't staring unblinkingly at her. It was as though two very strong headlights had been shut off.
"No," he said slowly, raising his eyes. It isn't dangerous. To intruders and muggle-borns, maybe, but not to us,". But I'm muggle-born! Hermione screamed in her heart. The basilisk would kill me, or I would be Petrified....again!
Hermione felt in the pockets of her robe, and her trembling hand closed on a cylinder shaped object. It would be useful, during emergencies, especially towards the basilisk's huge, bulbous eyes. A sense of calmness swept over her, and she managed a smile on her face. It had a tinge of evil in it.
"Of course. Silly me. Only the muggle-borns who taint Hogwarts would face unspeakable horrors, and not us," she exclaimed, looking back into his eyes with a stare that would impress Luna. Tom showed a few teeth, as he broke into a grin, and grabbed her hand. Hermione did not wince this time, or wrench it away from him, he thought delightedly. I think I've found a soulmate here, he thought.
"Do you know, Hermione, that in the muggle world, there are only two people that I admire," he said, as he released her hand. She raised her eyes level to his. "Oh? Who are they?" she asked.
His answer chilled her. They were they the most evil beings of their time, yet, they both have something in common. Jack The Ripper and Adolf Hitler both had the notion that they were 'cleansing' the world. Jack of prostitutes, and Hitler of Jews. The bad seed was already firmly planted in Tom, thought Hermione. But for the sake of Johnson, she managed an understanding smile. "Yes. They were worthy of praise," she blurted out. According to Harry, Voldemort's Death Eaters grovelled at his feet and kissed his robes. Peter Pettigrew even chopped of his arm for the sake of him. But Hermione was not about to sing praises of Tom, not even for the sake of the future. Nor was she ready to grovel at his feet.
Several students were staring at them with puzzled looks on their faces. It was very unlike the haughty, insolent Prefect to be seen in the company of girls. And he did not even appear to be disgusted or infuriated.
Unknown to the both of them, they had reached the quidditch field, where a match was being held between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. The euphoria and excitement was infectious, and soon, Hermione found herself jumping for joy whenever Gary Smith, the flame-haired Gryffindor seeker, managed to foil Klokiv Bludgurl's plain to snatch it. Klokiv was huge, burly, and had really thick eyebrows. He should be in Slytherin, thought Hermione, as Klokiv attempted to knock Gary off his broom.
"I see that you're supporting the Gryffindor team," said Tom Riddle, as he gave her a dazzling smile. Hermione barely glanced at him. Gary was so close to the snitch.so close...
"And Gryffindor WINS by a hundred and seventy points1!" rang the commentator's clear, triumphant voice. Hermione was jubilant, and she hugged Tom happily. Suddenly, she realised that she was hugging Voldemort, and immediately released him with a start.
"Don't worry, Hermione," said Tom silkily. "I enjoyed it as much as you did,".
Hermione gazed at Tom Riddle questioningly. Lord Voldemort had once been a teenager too, she mused. A little unconventional, perhaps, but a long, long time ago, before he rearranged his name to spell Lord Voldemort, he was still Tom Malvolo Riddle. I wonder what made him so wicked, she thought ponderingly. Whas it really his father's leaving?
Tom Riddle returned Hermione's gaze. True, she was good to look at, he smiled appreciatively. But there was something unexplainable about Hermione, and the mysteries that surrounded her. Tom was absolutely certain that he had never seen her before in his entire, long-suffering life. She had somehow materialised in front of his eye, wearing school robes and a Prefect badge on her breast. Besides, her robes had a slightly different look to them. Tom put two and two together and came to two conclusions. First, she might have come from an alternate universe. Second, she was from the future. He preferred the second theory. Moreover, her assumption that Dumbledore was Headmaster was very intriguing. Tom knew that Dumbledore might become Headmaster...sometime in the future.
He gave her a charming, vampire-like smile. Someday, I'll find out, they both thought.
AN: Can you guess what Hermione has in her pocket? Hint: It's very useful against the basilisk's huge eyes (if she can avoid looking into them, of course). 50 points for the correct answer. (plain geniuses, it's time to earn your house some points!)
Dear Mrs.Shigwa.Cobain: I know this is short, but don't fry me, okay? And I'm sorry that I removed "Harry's Best Kept Secret". I felt that it's better to concentrate on one story at a time. Hope you'll continue reading this! *smiles* Oh, and I'll try to update soon(er) too!
Dear Gatoris/Iris : Thanks for your support. I really don't know how to make them more British! Glad to know that you're feeling the same! *feels extremely relieved*
"So, when are we going to see the chamb-uh-secret hideout?" asked Hermione nervously. "And isn't it dangerous or something?" she continued, thinking about the basilisk. She had seen it once, in the mirror, and didn't wish to encounter the younger version of it. Maybe it'll be smaller, she thought hopefully.
Tom stopped in his tracks. His face wore a calculative, shrewd expression, and he ran a hand through his thick black hair. Hermione was relieved to see that for once, his eyes weren't staring unblinkingly at her. It was as though two very strong headlights had been shut off.
"No," he said slowly, raising his eyes. It isn't dangerous. To intruders and muggle-borns, maybe, but not to us,". But I'm muggle-born! Hermione screamed in her heart. The basilisk would kill me, or I would be Petrified....again!
Hermione felt in the pockets of her robe, and her trembling hand closed on a cylinder shaped object. It would be useful, during emergencies, especially towards the basilisk's huge, bulbous eyes. A sense of calmness swept over her, and she managed a smile on her face. It had a tinge of evil in it.
"Of course. Silly me. Only the muggle-borns who taint Hogwarts would face unspeakable horrors, and not us," she exclaimed, looking back into his eyes with a stare that would impress Luna. Tom showed a few teeth, as he broke into a grin, and grabbed her hand. Hermione did not wince this time, or wrench it away from him, he thought delightedly. I think I've found a soulmate here, he thought.
"Do you know, Hermione, that in the muggle world, there are only two people that I admire," he said, as he released her hand. She raised her eyes level to his. "Oh? Who are they?" she asked.
His answer chilled her. They were they the most evil beings of their time, yet, they both have something in common. Jack The Ripper and Adolf Hitler both had the notion that they were 'cleansing' the world. Jack of prostitutes, and Hitler of Jews. The bad seed was already firmly planted in Tom, thought Hermione. But for the sake of Johnson, she managed an understanding smile. "Yes. They were worthy of praise," she blurted out. According to Harry, Voldemort's Death Eaters grovelled at his feet and kissed his robes. Peter Pettigrew even chopped of his arm for the sake of him. But Hermione was not about to sing praises of Tom, not even for the sake of the future. Nor was she ready to grovel at his feet.
Several students were staring at them with puzzled looks on their faces. It was very unlike the haughty, insolent Prefect to be seen in the company of girls. And he did not even appear to be disgusted or infuriated.
Unknown to the both of them, they had reached the quidditch field, where a match was being held between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. The euphoria and excitement was infectious, and soon, Hermione found herself jumping for joy whenever Gary Smith, the flame-haired Gryffindor seeker, managed to foil Klokiv Bludgurl's plain to snatch it. Klokiv was huge, burly, and had really thick eyebrows. He should be in Slytherin, thought Hermione, as Klokiv attempted to knock Gary off his broom.
"I see that you're supporting the Gryffindor team," said Tom Riddle, as he gave her a dazzling smile. Hermione barely glanced at him. Gary was so close to the snitch.so close...
"And Gryffindor WINS by a hundred and seventy points1!" rang the commentator's clear, triumphant voice. Hermione was jubilant, and she hugged Tom happily. Suddenly, she realised that she was hugging Voldemort, and immediately released him with a start.
"Don't worry, Hermione," said Tom silkily. "I enjoyed it as much as you did,".
Hermione gazed at Tom Riddle questioningly. Lord Voldemort had once been a teenager too, she mused. A little unconventional, perhaps, but a long, long time ago, before he rearranged his name to spell Lord Voldemort, he was still Tom Malvolo Riddle. I wonder what made him so wicked, she thought ponderingly. Whas it really his father's leaving?
Tom Riddle returned Hermione's gaze. True, she was good to look at, he smiled appreciatively. But there was something unexplainable about Hermione, and the mysteries that surrounded her. Tom was absolutely certain that he had never seen her before in his entire, long-suffering life. She had somehow materialised in front of his eye, wearing school robes and a Prefect badge on her breast. Besides, her robes had a slightly different look to them. Tom put two and two together and came to two conclusions. First, she might have come from an alternate universe. Second, she was from the future. He preferred the second theory. Moreover, her assumption that Dumbledore was Headmaster was very intriguing. Tom knew that Dumbledore might become Headmaster...sometime in the future.
He gave her a charming, vampire-like smile. Someday, I'll find out, they both thought.
AN: Can you guess what Hermione has in her pocket? Hint: It's very useful against the basilisk's huge eyes (if she can avoid looking into them, of course). 50 points for the correct answer. (plain geniuses, it's time to earn your house some points!)
Dear Mrs.Shigwa.Cobain: I know this is short, but don't fry me, okay? And I'm sorry that I removed "Harry's Best Kept Secret". I felt that it's better to concentrate on one story at a time. Hope you'll continue reading this! *smiles* Oh, and I'll try to update soon(er) too!
Dear Gatoris/Iris : Thanks for your support. I really don't know how to make them more British! Glad to know that you're feeling the same! *feels extremely relieved*