Phoenix: Chapter Two is up! I don't own Harry Potter Books/Movies, or anything within them!


"Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! As usual, the Forbidden Forest is off limits, for health reasons concerning large spiders and centaurs! Your timetables will be given to you by your prefects, and your classes start tomorrow! Mr. Filch will be posting the rules up in each common room, so be sure to read them! Also, please welcome our new Defence Against the Arts teacher, Professer Iffaron! Now, enjoy your feast, and another wonderful year at Hogwarts!"

The Headmistress stepped down from her post, and left the Great Hall, robe billowing out behind her, and an unreadable expression on her face. Maybe it was that she didn't like the thought of taking Dumbledore's place, but she seemed very uncomfortable as of late. Looking solemnly after Professer McGonnagal, Hermione began eating her feast very slowly. The thought of Professer Dumbledore always made her lose her appetite. He had been the best man Hermione had ever met, and now he was...gone.

Sighing heavily, and forcing the last of her food down, the young witch bade her friends good night and left the the Great Hall. Hastely, she ran up and down the halls, searching for a black german shepherd portrait. The halls were completely empty besides her, and Hermione was happy to say that, so was her common room. She climbed up the golden stairs to her room, and flopped down onto her bed.

Feeling thoughts of all the deaths flow back to her, she cried herself to sleep, and there she lie, alone in the darkness, with no one to comfort her, and no love to have. Only one more year, she told herself in her dreams. Only one more year, and then I'm on my own, alone and forgotten.

Though Hermione's dreams contained her lost friends, and dead elders, she seemed to almost be...happy for them. They had each other, and could watch everyone else from above. Hermione, only had Harry, Ron and her family, and she couldn't see the ones watching her. There were things worse than death...and Hermione had experienced them.


"Mudblood! Get your bloody arse out here, and help me with the Halloween plans! Did you already forget? The feast is over! Are you even IN THERE!"

Hermione rolled out of her bed and looked in the mirror. Wiping the tear lines off her face, she went out to see Malfoy, and was immediately cheered up. His arm was in a sling hanging from his neck, and, it seemed he had had a run in with another of his enemies, as he had, not one, but two black eyes.

"Hello, Mr.Raccoon! I see you had a run in with a few other people? Well, come on then. Let's get started on the Halloween dance."

The two of them went and sat down on the couches in the common room.

"Dance? When did I agree that this was going to be a dance?" Malfoy sneered at her.

"When I broke your arm!" Hermione said cheerfully, "Now, as I was saying, I think everyone should be wearing a costume, and a mask. It would really make the night seem more magical! Oh, and we'll need music! How are we going to do that? Also..."


The sun rays beamed through Hermione's window and onto her face, waking her from a dreamless sleep. Last night had worked out just fine, and today Hermione was going to tell Professer McGonnagal what was needed to consider with the Ministry. For this party to work, they were going to need to enchant a bunch of speakers into floating around and playing music. Everyone would wear a costume and mask, that they would have to make magically, of course. No one could go together, as everyone was to be at the party alone, choosing their dates when they got there. The Great Hall would be enchanted, so as no one could even hint to who they were all night. The room was to be decorated as a moonlit riverside, with the water and everything!

Sighing contentedly, Hermione grabbed her clothes, got ready, and was off to her first class, Defense Against the Dark Arts


After lunch, Hermione found herself in front of the dog portrait, screaming to get in.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE CHANGED THE PASSWORD? I AM HEAD GIRL! MY AFTERNOON BOOKS ARE IN THERE! THAT BASTARD! HOW DARE HE! LET ME IN YOU STUPID PORTRAIT!"

"I am sorry, but I do not have the authority to let you in. You could change the password to your own...but, oh! You have to be inside to do that. Sorry, and good day."

Yelling a few more colourful phrases at the portrait, Hermione stomped off to the Gryfinndor common room to see Harry and Ron. Luckily, the portrait of the fat lady accepted her password and let her in.

"Hermione! I thought you had a class to go to! What are you doing here?" Ron inquired.

Slumping back into a red and gold armchair, Hermione sulked, "Ferret changed the password without telling me, and the stupid portrait won't let me in. My afternoon books were in there! So I guess I'll be doing my other morning classes first."

"That git," Harry spat, "Don't worry. If I see him, I'll punch his face down his throat, and get the password out of him."

"Thanks, Harry, but I've got a better idea. I'll change the password, before he can! Oh, but I came to ask if I could borrow your Potions textbook when I got back. I forgot mine at home." Harry nodded.

Looking around the common room to see if it was empty, Hermione lifted the timeturner from under her shirt, and walked out of the room. No doubt people would be there in the morning, and it would look wierd if she just suddenly appeared there.

Making her way to a deserted corridor, Hermione turned the top of the device four times, and put it back under her shirt. She watched out the window as the sun quickly went back to where it was, but found herself taking her timeturner back out. That was funny...she could feel something like sand all over it.

That was when she saw it.

"Oh NO!" she cried, as she tried to cover the hole in the side of the hourglass.

That didn't help, though, as a crack formed on the side, and the hourglass broke into little pieces. Hermione picked up the sand, and ran outside. The sun was going left, right, gone, left, right, gone. Disorientated from all the changing things, she found herself attempting to run down the stairs to Hagrid's Hut. That was where all of the time turners were being kept, for now. The extras, anyway. For some reason, Hagrid had taken an interest in time travel, and had been studying it for some time now.

That was why she was going there. She needed to see Hagrid. Hagrid could help. Suddenly, the sky went dark again, and Hermione found herself falling down the rest of the steps, until, finally, the sun stopped. Sighing in relief, the witch stood up and ran the rest of the way to the hut.

Slamming open the door, she yelled, "Hagrid! I need your help! Now!"

Hermione was greeted by an empty hut. No animals, no glasses, no food, no Hagrid. Taking in a sharp breath, she turned around to look at where she came from. Everything seemed normal, exept for the trail of sand she had left. Carefully closing the door to Hagrid's hut, she went and picked up all the sand she could, pocketing it in her jeans. She decided she would go and see Grawp. He would know where Hagrid went, and, if Hermione really tried she might just be able to understand him.

So, she dusted off her hands, and ran towards the forest. She stood beside the first tree, and went to break out into a sprint, when...

"The forest is off limits. What are you doing here?"

The voice was dark and low, obviously belonging to a man. Turning around, Hermione gasped. Out of all the pictures she ever saw of the young Lord Voldemort, out of all the times she had accompanied Harry into the Pensieve, she could never have imagined herself standing in front of him, him knowing she was there.

Those people's memories in the Pensieve must have been old, and distorted, or something, as the Voldemort that stood in front of her looked nothing like the one in the Pensieve. She knew it was him, though she could tell by his eyes: those grey pools of nothingness. But he looked so different, unless...

Hermione looked down at his chest and saw the Head Boy badge pinned proudly on young Voldemort's robes. She had never seen him in his seventh year, before! He had changed so much!

His skin was still pale as ever, but everything else was different. His jet black hair had grown a little longer, and now covered one of his eyes. It was straight now, and slightly messy, and it glowed, slightly blue in the morning sun. A sliver stud was seen in his one ear that wasn't completely covered, and his visible eye was half closed, but still sharp, and truly unreadable. As for his body...Well! It was either that dark magic made you buff, or he had been working out.

Hermione went to give him her 'I have more authority than you' glare, when she found she couldn't. That wouldn't be the smartest idea, seeing as, really, he was in charge, and it would look pretty stupid: a new kid trying to stand up to the Head Boy, who happened to be three inches taller than her.

"Well?" he asked impatiently.

Hermione jumped in surprise. She wasn't afraid of Lord Voldemort, no, she knew now that she was stronger than him. But, this boy...he seemed so...untouchable, so far away. Almost as if one would look stupid if they made a witty comment to him, like his stare enough to send someone running away.

BUT, Hermione told herself, this is still Lord Voldemort! Witty comments ARE allowed...Just not right now!

"Oh, uh...I'm new!" she lied and stuck her hands in her pocket, "My name is Hermione! Please help me?"

She looked up at him expectantly and felt the sand in her pocket. How could she have gone back in time that far! It didn't make sense! But, maybe she could find a way to get back!

"Follow me. I'll bring you to Headmaster Dippet." Voldemort said coldly.

The young dark lord began to make his way up the steps, and Hermione followed him, grumbling in detest. Why did it have to be her to go back in time? Why didn't anyone come with her to see the day again? And why did she have to take so many classes!


"Oh, hello Tom." said Headmaster Dippet as they Voldemort and Hermione made their way through the protrait.

Tom? Hermione wondered, Who's Tom? Then it struck her! Voldemort's name was Tom Riddle! She had totally forgot! Laughing to herself, she listened to Dippet.

"I've been waiting for you. I wanted to tell you that the Head Girl has changed schools!" Hermione gasped and pulled off her badge, putting it in her pocket, "I need your opinion on the new one. I was thinking Sandy Millers...Oh! Who's this? You don't look familiar!"

"My name is Hermione..." she thought frantically for a last name, as her relatives would probably be in this school, "Ellisheer! I'm new!"

"I don't remember hearing of a new student..." Headmaster Dippet drifted off.

Hermione looked at Voldemort, who looked at the clock, and then to the window. He seemed to contemplate something, then said, "Oh. But, you told me of one, sir. You must have forgotten. If you would like, I could bring Professer Slughorn in to confirm that thought..."

"No need, Tom. I trust your word. You may leave." Damn, Voldemort was good at lying!

With a nod, 'Tom' (Hermione forced herself to think), left the room. With a word from the Headmaster, she seated herself, and looked him straight in the eye.

"So, dear," said Dippet, "Which school are you from?"

"Oh, I've been tutored my whole life at home. I came here when my relatives were," she hung her head and whispered, "mysteriously murdered. I had no where to go, and my parents last requests were...to come here."

"Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that. Would you like some time alone?"

"No, thank you." she smiled wearily, inwardly laughing, "I'm quite alright."

"Now, to the issue of your grades..." Master Dippet trailed off.

Hermione was utterly tired of lying, and so, she told him the truth, "I am a straight O student, except for in Defense Against the Dark Arts, in which I got an E."

"Well, if you have no proof of that, then please touch this stone, and repeat yourself."

The Headmaster pulled out a pure black stone, and put it in front of her. Hermione held it in her hand, and repeated her grades. Nothing happened, so she gave the rock back, and looked up at Dippet.

"Those are very outstanding grades! Would you be interested in...filling in the spot of Head Girl?"

Somehow, Hermione wasn't at all surprised by his words. With the Head Girl gone, and Hermione's almost perfect grades, it was obvious she would get the spot. Mentally slapping herself, she feigned surprise, and squeeled in delight.

"Really? I'd love to! Oh, thank you SO much!"

"You've heard of this before?" Dippet looked at her questionably.

Damn! Hermione! Think fast! "Yes, when I was little, I took an interest in Hogwarts, and read Hogwarts: A History. This place is truly fastenating!"

"Yes, indeed it is! Well, here is your badge, and, which classes would you like to take? You may choose eight."

Only eight classes! How the hell was she supposed to do that? "Uh...Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, oh, let's see, The History of Magic, Care of Magical Creatures, Survival Without Magic (an old class I made up), Transfiguration, Charms, and...Ancient Runes!"

"Ah! Wonderful! Those are the exact same classes Tom Riddle chose! Perfect! I'll give you his time table, and a seat beside him in every class, and there will be no problem! Here is a map of the school, also! Your common room is right there! Oh! But, you still have to be sorted. Here, just a moment!"

Dippet placed the old hat on Hermione's Head

Hello? Hermione HellOOOooooooooo

'OMM! I'M STUCK WITH THE EVIL LORD VOLDEMORT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE! OH MERLIN! PLEASE DON'T LET HIM GET ME INTERESTED IN DARK MAGIC!'

Okay, then...That eliminates Slytherin...

'Oh! Hello, Hat! PLEASE place me in Gryffindor! There are NORMAL people there!'

Oh, but you are so SMART! I think Ravenclaw would fi-

'Gryffindor'

Oh, but you HAVE lied a lot today. Slytheri-

'Gryffindor'

Or MAYBE you should go in Hufflepu-

'Gryffindor'

You are VERY determined! Slytherin wou-

'Gryffindor'

GOD! Fine...

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Ah, yes," the Headmaster said cheerfully, "That is a fine house, indeed! It will cause for some problems for seating you beside each other, oh, but I'll work it out! Anyway, I have a meeting to attend to. Have a great day!"

Hermione frantically gathered her things, and left for her common room. She could summon up a spell for clothes an other items later. For now, she needed a good night's sleep...


Phoenix: POOR HERMIONE! I'll update eventually! Review if you want!