The Head Room

A/V: Wow! Thanks for all the reviews I've gotten! And it is only three chapters – now four in! Now I will answer a few questions. McGonagall will not appear in this story because she was a year older than Tom and he is in his seventh year. Yes, I forgot Dippet's name so I just made one up – I hope there is no harm in that! I will change it though, thankyou! Also, Hagrid may appear a few times in the story but he will not be a main character!

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S.W.M.S.

7:00 PM

Hermione stared at the beautiful common room that Dumbledore had left her in, whispering the password Eye, strangely enough. A rich red throw rug lay over the dark hardwood floors. Eight beautifully carved staircases lead to room a separate room. Hermione knew from the future that each room the dorm for each of the Head Girls and Boys. Hermione was Head Girl for Ravenclaw (Wasn't that weird? Hermione had nearly gasped when Dumbledore had put the Sorting Hat on her head and it had yelled Ravenclaw!) so she was to go up the right top corner stairs.

Once Hermione arrived in her private dorm, she jumped tiredly onto the four-post bed with sheets Ravenclaws colour. The room was designed the same as her former Gryffindor Head Girl room except for the blue and gold fabric.

Hermione quickly took out a sheet of yellow parchment that Dumbledore had handed to her before his departure. She began to devour the information on the sheet of paper that held the rules of her new life.

Dear Hermione,

I have arranged (do not ask how) for you to have the same classes as you did before, but we are taking away Muggle Arts and Divination because your time tuner is broken. Everything else will stay the same.

Breakfast is at 8:10 AM, and dinner is held at 5:50 PM. You will find in your room your textbooks, some plain scrolls, and a cauldron. I hope that they come to use for you! Well, they obviously will but I am tying to sound really friendly.

Hermione, on Friday (three days away) I would like you to come to my office. I need to talk to you, but I cannot say what about in this letter. I hope that you will have a good three days before our meeting!

Goodbye, and good luck!

Professor Dumbledore Transfiguration Teacher

Hermione carefully folded up the letter and tucked it into a lone corner of her dresser. She stared around the room, taking in the 1944 reality.

This was her home for a year.

And that's when it hit Hermione – she did not have any clothes! She swore under her breath – and not enough money to buy new ones! She glanced around herself, and realized she would have to use a spell – why the thought came so late she did not know.

Hermione pointed her wand at the closet and muttered Fillz inside her head. In an instant Hermione's closet doors swung open revealing stylish 1940's clothes. Hermione smiled cockily. She had mastered the non-verbal spells over all her classmates. Thank God!

Suddenly, an owl flew to Hermione's window from what Hermione thought may have been the other end of Hogwarts. She quickly read it.

To: Mrs. Granger, transfer Head Girl of Ravenclaw

Here is your schedule of Head duties! Follow them carefully!

Sincerely,

Professor Dippet

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry

Hermione turned the page over and read the words there, although she could not help thinking of how umm strange Dippet sounded.

9:00 AM Wednesday Morning (tomorrow)

Meet with Head Boy Tom Riddle, of Slytherin

Duty: Sort out Schedules – use magic!

You will be excused from class for the remainder of the day.

9:00 PM Thursday Night

Clear the Hallways with Head Boy Nathenial Goodmen of Ravenclaw

Duty ends at 10:00 PM

Other duties will be sent!

Hermione stared at the letter, the only words running through her head was damn damn damn!

How had she not realized it?

She was in the year 1944. Dumbledore was still transfiguration teacher. The Dark War was far from starting.

Tom Riddle was a seventh year Slytherin Head Boy.

And she had to work with him.

Oh My God.

Hermione dropped the letter onto her dresser and suppressed a scream. She had to work with Lord Voldemort.

But than again, he had not totally transformed yet. So far, he had not killed anyone. But he had opened the Chamber of Secrets. And a girl had died. Moaning Myrtle.

But Dumbledore from the future had said he did not open it again.

But the past was changing now, oh no, she was changing the past just being there!

Hermione shook her head. She would be fine. If she remembered correctly from information Harry had passed on, Tom Riddle did nothing bad until he left Hogwarts. And anyways, she had always been the highest in her class – the only one who could really do non-verbal magic.

And Dumbledore was there.

Those four words sent a wave of bravery to Hermione. She had Dumbledore, and everything would be fine.

Wednesday, 9:00 PM

Hermione entered the library, and her eyes instantly searched the room for Tom Riddle. She stalked around the library, a mountain lion looking for his pray.

Or a mouse looking for the mountain lion.

Oh goodness Hermione, shut up!

Hermione scanned the library once more. Just great, she thought to herself, first full day of being Head Girl and she was late! Why couldn't Riddle pick a normal seat.

Finally, after a few more minutes of scanning the room, Hermione found Riddle in a dark corner of the library, far to the left of the restricted section.

"Hello." Hermione murmured, deciding friendliness would have to work.

"Eh." Replied Riddle, glancing up at Hermione with a bored look in his eyes.

But Hermione realized she could not let her scared side take over. Pretend he was Ron. Like that was possible!

"Late, aren't you?" replied Riddle.

"Well, I did not know that you were fond of the darkest most hidden corner in the library!" exploded Hermione.

"Well so-rry little Mrs. Perfect." Replied Riddle sounding a little bit angry.

Oh my God, what have I started? Hermione questioned herself.

"Granger, just sit down so we can get this over with."

"Sorr-y!" replied Hermione as she crashed herself into a char across from Riddle. And that's when she noticed him fully.

Riddle possessed long brown full hair that just missed his emotionless gray eyes. His skinned was pale, as if he had not been outside for years. He was not muscular, yet he was not extremely skinny, or obese. He was – well – built like Ron.

"So… how is this school?" questioned Hermione, trying to make weak conversation.

"Eh."

"Is that bad?"

"Granger, please!" Riddle looked up from his work to stare at her annoyingly.

"I am sorry, it's just that where I come from people are friendly, or at least talk to you!" replied an angry Hermione, slashing out like a cat, but fibbing just the same.

"Well Mrs. Granger, if you don't mind me saying I am not like one of your stupid little friends. I don't talk all the time, or sit in the middle of the freaking library, or anything!" Riddle was truly angry now.

"Arse." Muttered Hermione so quietly that she was not sure if Tom had even heard her. She hoped not.

But Hermione was a little angry with herself for bothering Riddle – it was stupid and pointless. Riddle was to deep for that – she knew that he had no friends; Dumbledore and Harry had told her countless times.

Hermione shook her head from the nonsense thoughts running through her head. She needed to work, or this day would never end.

So Hermione set to work, and didn't even notice Riddle take a peak at her through closed hands.

A/V: So, how was it? I know it was probably a little confusing, but questions will be answered in the next chapter! Hope you liked it! Read, comment, and review I love to hear from you!

See Ya!

S.W.M.S.