A Different Prospective

A/V: Hey guys – thanks for reviewing! I know that the last chapter wasn't great but hey they cannot meet and love each other can they? Now, just to let you know a lot of you are not going to like the way Dumbledore is in this chapter but oh well – you will under stand later on! Do not stop reading because of it! Still, read, comment, and review! I love to hear from you guys!

Oh, and this chapter might be a little confusing – but all questions will soon be answered! Thanks!

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5:55 PM

Hermione glanced up from her potions homework and up at the clock. 5:55 PM. Oh no!

Hermione shoved her homework into her bag and dashed down the stairs, through the common room, and out the door. Gasping for breath, Hermione eased her pace slightly to a jog. She did not want to be late for this meeting.

Hermione and Tom had finished their meeting on silence. Hermione had been extremely angry with herself – how could she be so stupid? Why couldn't she have just acted shy instead of big and bold and I know you love me! Stupid!

Since then, Hermione had seen Riddle only during Potions (taught by Slughorn – Hermione almost laughed aloud when she saw the professor from the last year) and Transfiguration classes, which they had together. They had not spoken or looked at each other.

No, Hermione was not scared of Riddle. She knew that unless she really aggravated him she would be fine. Riddle did not want anybody to disturb his plans of Lord Voldemort…

Hermione's thoughts came to a halt as she came upon the Transfiguration door. She knocked politely, and stepped inside as soon as she heard Dumbledore's "Come In".

Hermione realized that throughout her thinking, she had started running again. As she walked into the Transfiguration Room she took a deep breath of air, and slowly her heart began to pound less and her breath eased to a small almost unnoticed gasp.

Almost.

Dumbledore, his salt and pepper hair shining, glanced up at Hermione with a small chuckle on his serious, yet unserious face.

"Hurried here, didn't you?" questioned and stated at the same time Dumbledore.

"Well, I was doing my potions assignment and accidentally lost track of time…" Hermione stammered, knowing Dumbledore was not angry but stammering just the same.

"I do not mind a student being late if they are doing homework." Smiled Dumbledore, easing Hermione's nervousness a ton.

"So, I hear you've met Tom?"

Hermione gave a petite and feeble nod.

"How did you like him?" questioned Dumbledore.

Hermione was a little to stunned to wonder what Dumbledore was taking this too.

"Well, I guess he was, well, I mean…" Hermione stammered – but was there any correct answer to this question. She did not like him; no she did not like the boy who would grow to murder Harry's family, some of her friends, and many other innocent people.

But then again she defiantly did not hate him. She despised Lord Voldemort, but not Riddle. She liked that Riddle did not try to be something he was not, but she hated his attitude. But then again, did he have a reason for it?

"Yes, he is a tough one to describe, isn't he?" stated Dumbledore, as if he had read her mind.

Hermione nodded, not to feeble, yet not too cocky.

"Well, we may need his assistance."

Hermione stared at Dumbledore in surprise. He who acted as the major good guy just suggested that they ask the assistance of the major bad guy! Whoa.

"Yes, I know that this all sounds very strange, especially because of what you told me from the future – of how we are like – well, the exact opposite – mortal enemies. But I was thinking…"

Hermione stared at the old man in shock.

"Just here me out, OK?"

Hermione nodded.

"OK, so you were telling me how the Good and Evil in the future are pretty much the same. They both murder and look for leadership."

Hermione nodded. That fact was true.

"And I said that the only way this was ever going to end was if one side went to the other side – for real!"

Hermione nodded yet again "Yes sir, I agree with your hypothesis, but how will we get the evil to come to us?"

"No, no my dear. We will go to them."

Hermione stared at the Greatest Wizard on Earth in utter shock. He – Albus Dumbledore was suggesting that the good go to the bad side.

And then Hermione realized something else that was just as strange.

It made sense!

While all these thoughts flowed through Hermione's mind her physical self sat there staring at Dumbledore. When she finally realized what she was doing, she shook her head and tried to hide a blush.

"Yes, yes, I know this is a surprise for you to hear." Dumbledore broke (thank God) Hermione's chain of thoughts.

"But please hear me out. If the good go to the bad, there will be no more murdering – at least not as much as before. There will always be some evil. Then, the villains like, say Voldemort will not go to kill because everybody else will be like he is."

Hermione stared.

"And although this is probably very confusing to take in, you must understand that everybody would be similar, and everybody would be on their guard, like Riddle – er Voldemort. If Riddle went after, say you, you would be prepared like he always is. People would have more sense.

Hermione nodded and said something in agreement. The proposition did make sense – but they would be giving in! They would be… And then the whole idea finally sunk into Hermione's head.

Dumbledore was a genius!

A smile broke out on Hermione's face.

"I understand." Replied Hermione trying to stay calm.

"Very well." Replied Dumbledore. "Now, we need to fetch Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Hermione should have known that it would come down to this! Of course they needed Riddle's help! He was like the future king of evil, if you were lame enough to talk like that.

"Sir," replied Hermione "Rid—Tom is not going to help us like that!" And Hermione snapped her fingers.

Dumbledore stared at Hermione for a moment.

"Yes, I know."

6:47 PM (the same night)

Riddle heard a knock on his door, and immediately wondered who the caller was. Nobody came to his door – nobody! Unless, oh no they found out about him being the Heir of Slytherin, or the murderer of his father, or the…

Riddle shook his head. Nobody knew, and nobody would know.

Riddle went to his door, twisting the golden knob. The door swung open, revealing Dumbledore and Granger.

Oh My God, he knows!

"Hello sir. How are you today?" questioned Riddle using his false charm and ignoring Hermione.

"Fine, as is Miss. Granger."

Tom gave a small nod, but did not bow low enough to apologize or even re-ask the question and include Hermione.

"May we come in?"

Tom gave a quick nod – if he refused Dumbledore might become suspicious.

Hermione gazed around the room. Although Riddle was incredibly room, he kept an organized room. Green and silver sheets and duvets hung on the black four-post bed, and green and silver drapes hung across the rather large window. The furniture was made of black wood, quite unlike Hermione's own light oak.

I never realized Slytherin colours were so…nice!

Hermione stood standing, but Dumbledore sat down on the only green and silver armchair. Riddle stood stiffly, his hand in his wand pocket.

"Riddle," Dumbledore started talking right away "We need your help."

A/V: So, how was it? I know that you probably hate Dumbledore but everything will become clear in the next few chapters. What do you think Riddle will say? Keep reading everybody, even if you hate the chapter! Read, comment, and review! I love to hear from you!

See Ya!

S.W.M.S.