Energy shot through her body like she had never felt before in her life sending a thrust of pain shooting down her broken arm and back. She knew Tom have woken her up with an energy spell. Although she regretted the affect it was having as she let out a terrible scream as fire filled her body with a terrible sensation.
"I'm so sorry Hermione, I didn't realize that would cause you so much pain. I was only trying to wake you!" a grin once again crept up his face.
The chamber was incredibly dark and cold. Although her body told her to do otherwise she turned to see exactly whom again she was facing, and to make out where she was. Indeed, he had brought her the chamber. Harry had described it to her, but seeing it in the flesh was very different. All stone, very damp and wet, and statues of snakes were lining the entrance. She gazed at the ladder at the far end, hoping to see Harry, or Ron, coming to rescue her, but Tom's dark figure blocked it, were all she could see was his him. He stared down at her. She tried to make out what was one his face. Was it disgust, or was it pity? Either way, she felt ashamed. Why hadn't she seen this coming? Why the hell trust a voice telling you to it? All she could think of was how stupid she had been. He kneeled down to her limp figure, almost as if she could examine her attacker more. But it also looking as if he was examining her.
"W-why...what do you want from m-me?" she was only happy for a moment for she thought she wouldn't be able to find her voice.
"Oh, I have great plans for you Hermione. Things you would never dream of. But before I set these plans into action, I must change a few things. And I do believe you should be asking yourself not what I want from you, but what you will be wanting from me. I have waited long for this moment to come Hermione. I must tell you, I consider doing this an honor."
"Doing what? Please s-stop. Leave me be, please just leave me alone," she pleaded, tears running down her cheeks.
"Only a few moments ago you asked me not to leave you. If I do as you ask, you will be left to die down here. I don't think that that is what you want. You have already told me so. But I know what you truly want Hermione. And soon, you will be in touch with what I want as well!"
He took out what appeared to be a time changer. She knew what he was going to do. He was going to change something, something vital! No, he couldn't, she had to stop him. He was going to destroy something! Or someone! She took her good arm and reached for his cloak but he stood just a stood just a second before and kicked it away.
"W-what are you doing?" she said with barely a whisper.
"Changing your life," he said with the blankest look upon his face.
The world around her started to change. She was no longer in the Chamber of Secrets, but traveling somewhere. She felt a wave of weakness seeping into her body. He was trying to make her pass out again. This time, she couldn't resist. He was too powerful and she was far too injured and weak to be able to argue.
She was awake, but had not yet opened her eyes. She was afraid of what she might see, or where she was. But she heard a familiar voice. She hoped it meant it was all a dream. But it had been far too painful to be a dream.
She finally felt enough courage to be able to open her again. She saw Madame Pomphrey staring at her eye to eye. She sighed in relief. It must have been a dream. But why was she in the hospital wing?
"My you must have taken a bad fall. What were you trying to do in there?" said Madame Pomphrey.
"What do you mean? Where was I? What happened?" said asked.
"You don't remember? Oh my, I hope you did not suffer any head injuries as well. We couldn't find anything wrong with you other than your back and your arm. Although I am curious as to how you got that bullet wound. It made it harder to heal your arm as quickly as I had hoped." she stated.
Realization shot through Hermione. It hadn't been a dream! She still had the injuries. Tom had succeeded! She had to find out what year it was. Who knew what decade or even century she could be in? Although, a century didn't seem quite right. Madame Pomphrey appeared young, probably in her early twenties. She decided to stall a little while before having Madame Pomphrey think she was nuts.
"My foster mother did it. I just... got in her way." she replied.
"Well I hope you won't be going back there," she said.
"I won't be. I have friends taking care of me now," she said. Even though she wasn't at all sure if her friends had even been born yet. She couldn't take it anymore; she had to see Professor Dumbledore, and quick. She asked if she was well enough to be able to see him. Madame Pomphrey told her she would need a lot of rest and a sling for her shoulder that still needed support. She was relieved when she was able to stand. Her back was not giving her any trouble at all; at least not yet.
"She walked as fast as her feet would take her to Professor Dumbledore's office. She had to ask him if he at least remembered her. She knew she might have to tell him some made up story if her convincing did not work. She would tell him she was from Beauxbaton and that she was a transfer student. She did not see a problem with telling him that she was from a foreign school. She could speak French well. Her mother had taught her when she was really young and she often spoke it with her.
She approached his office and stared at the gargoyle stone statue. She realized she didn't know the password. But before she could open her mouth to start guessing the gargoyle moved aside. She figured he might have known she was coming. This surprised her because she expected that he was not going to recognize her. She walked up the spiral staircase and saw a big chair turn to face to the window. The chair slowly turned. She gasped. It wasn't Dumbledore! Then she suddenly remembered something Harry had told her. When he first encountered Tom Riddle and he took him back into time in his memories, the headmaster was not Professor Dumbledore, but a man named Dippet. She figured she might as well go along with it.
"Hello Miss. I heard about that you were in the hospital wing and I must say I was worried," the headmaster said.
"Thank you Professor." she replied. She was beginning to feel nervous all over again. But she couldn't tell where it was coming from.
"When Mr. Riddle brought you to my office with you in his arms, you gave us all quite a fright." he said calmly.
Wait...WHAT!?, Hermione thought. No, he couldn't have. There is just no way he would have brought her to get help when he was the one who set her up like this! Once again, trying to keep calm, she decided to keep stalling.
"Tom Riddle? Where did he find me? Why did he bring me to you and not the hospital wing?" said asked.
"Well, I suppose my office was the closest. He found you in the girl's bathroom. We had no idea what had happened to you. He said he had heard a crash from inside and went in to see what had happened and found you on the floor," he said.
Yeah right, what was he up to now?
"We notice that you must be new here since no one was able to recognize you, and we also assumed that you must have already been sorted seeing that you were wearing Gryffindor robes," he said. She simply nodded.
"Might I ask Professor Dumbledore? I have something I need to discuss with him," she asked.
"Certainly my dear, but my I ask that you wait till morning. You will be needing your rest now," he told her. She nodded. "I asked that Mr. Riddle escort you back to your common room, I do not yet feel that you are well enough to be walking such a long distance alone. Perhaps tomorrow if you are well enough you will be able to return to your classes." he said her. Hermione heart skipped a beat. She would be seeing HIM again. What was he going to do this time? Would he hurt her? She suddenly knew why she had felt so nervous; it was because Tom was so near, she could hear him walking up the spiral staircase. She tried as hard as she could to keep s straight face. After having much practice over her last few years a Hogwarts, she found that it was getting easier. She held her breath and bite her tongue, trying to stop herself from saying something. When he had entered the room she turned her head, after to see his face. Although she could feel his eyes fall upon her.
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