Truths Revealed

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S.W.M.S.

There is a change of plans. We will not be meeting on the eighth floor today! I will send farther notice when I am sure of what is to happen. Sorry for the short notice, but someone may be suspicious – we need to throw them off guard!

Sincerely,

Professor A.P.W.B.Dumbledore

Hermione lay down the yellowed parchment, and mindlessly slipped a bronze knut into the owls outstretched beak. She watched the owl flitter away before worrying about what was to happen.

Who suspected the Head Boy, Head Girl, and transfiguration teacher of carrying out an illegal plan? Nobody could make up something so sinister – somebody, or something, must have overheard the trio.

If Hermione had not known the future Albus Dumbledore she would have been very suspicious and frightened indeed – yet she knew Dumbledore's abilities, she knew that everything was going to turn out fine. Dumbledore would handle it.

The next of Hermione's actions surprised even herself deeply. She wanted somebody to talk to – and there was only one person in Hogwarts that she could talk to.

Hermione headed down the dormitory stairs, across the common room, and up the opposite staircase. The stairway leading to Tom Riddle's dormitory.

Hermione took a deep gasp of air, before bringing her fist to the door.

"Hello – who is there?" questioned Tom from behind the door.

"Uhh – Hermione." Muttered Hermione in reply.

There was a silence, and then Tom came to the door. "What the hell are you doing here?" he questioned in utter surprise.

Hermione wondered for a moment, and than asked "Did you receive a letter from Dumbledore? About the change in plans?"

"Yes – where are you leading too?"

"I was just wondering if you thought it was suspicious –" Hermione cut herself off.

"Yeah – sort of." Replied Tom. Hermione held in an agitated gasp – would Tom get her point?

It was as if Tom had read her mind. "So – umm – do you wanna come in?" He muttered slowly.

"Sure," replied Hermione, as she stepped into the room.

Hermione sat herself down on the same chair that Dumbledore had sat upon a month ago. She looked up at Tom; he was glancing down at her suspiciously.

"So – what do you think about it?" questioned Hermione again.

"Strange – defiantly strange. Somebody must have been listening in on last night's conversation. I did not see anybody though – it was as if they had some sort of extendable ear!"

Hermione was instantly reminded of Fred and George Weasley. "Well, that sort of thing will not be invented for another fifty years. Trust me, I should know."

Tom stared at Hermione, his mouth hanging open, and Hermione gasped, realizing what she had said. She had not meant to blurt that out – how was she supposed to cover it up?

"So how would you know what happens in the future, Ms. Granger?" questioned Tom suspiciously.

"Well – umm – you see." Hermione was cut off. "Tell me the truth, Hermione!" gasped Tom wildly.

"Well – umm – there was a time turner – and well – then – well -," and Hermione foolishly blurted out her whole story.

"And then I found Dumbledore, and told him of the future." Hermione concluded her story, without mentioning Lord Voldemort once.

Tom glared at Hermione through sparkling gray eyes. Oh no, oh no, what had she done?

"So, you really DO come from the future?" questioned Tom hurriedly

"Yes – I am afraid so."

Tom had a strange look in his eyes. Was he going to murder her? No, no he would not be able to cover it up –

"Do you know anything about – Lord Voldemort?" questioned Tom quietly.

Hermione glared in horror at Tom, yet she found she did not have the ability to lie. "Yes – yes I would. Especially with the war –" Hermione closed her mouth.

"A war – you say? And is Lord Voldemort in the war? Is he winning?" questioned Tom savagely.

Hermione could not help herself – those last few words brought truth too her eyes. "Lord Voldemort shall be losing soon – the evil of him – yet he cannot touch –" Hermione bit her tongue into tears formed in her eyes.

"Cannot touch who?" questioned Tom.

"Nobody. Just nobody. Forget I said that about Voldemort."

Tom looked strangely at her, and looked as if he was about to speak. But Hermione knew there was no turning back, so she blurted out "Tom, I think the choice of Lord Voldemort is a bad one. There is a person, and I will not tell you who, who is going to kill you! Oh Tom, please!"

Tom looked strangely at Hermione. "How could you trust me – if you know who I am to become? Who I have already began to become?" Hermione was reminded of the murder of Tom Riddle Sr.

"Because – because- well, because – well, it happens that I started to lo – well you see, you're – different then I thought you were going to be!" murmured Hermione, keeping away countless tears.

"I see – so is this what you told Dumbledore about? Are you two planning on taking me down?"

"NO, Tom, don't you see? We want to help you, so that maybe your way will be better! Voldemort is getting weak he will not make it! I am sure of it! Yet Dumbledore and I thought maybe if we interfered, we could make everything right. You know, so that you WOULDN'T die!" Hermione's voice rose by the word.

"So you are saying that you do not believe in me – Tom Marvolo Riddle, Heir of Slytherin himself, future Lord Voldemort." Tom's voice was full of anger now, his face drenched in a scowl.

"No – I – you don't understand –" uttered Hermione. Tom could not turn on her now, just when she thought that –

"Yes, I do understand, Granger. You and Dumbledore were trying to murder me, or put a stop to my plans. You did not want to help at all. It was foolish of me to think that you were like me – you are just like all the other stupid people here at Hogwarts. Yes, you will see – as will Dumbledore. It was foolish of me to break down my barrier, to let you cross." Tom's voice was soft, yet it dropped quickly as he muttered his last words.

"Tom –no! Please Tom, it's not true, it's –" Tom broke her off mid sentence.

"Get out Granger, get out before Lord Voldemort commits another murder."

Hermione glared softly at Tom, but turned quickly and left the Slytherin coloured dormitory, leaving Tom glaring angrily at the door.

Tom sat down on his bed, reviewing the whole fight. And then, Tom did something he thought he would never do, and had never done before. He put his head in his arms, and held back waves of tears, wondering how everything was going to change.

Hermione stormed breathlessly into her dormitory. Her body shook with anger, her face tomato read with rage. The dirty little ass! How DARE he? What was his PROBLEM? Why couldn't he just hold his stupid butt TEMPER like everyone else?

Yet on her heart, Hermione was not as angry with Tom as she was with herself. She had almost crossed that barrier that she had wanted to cross for three months. Yet, in a flick of a second the barrier had closed in around Tom's soul again, all because of her stupid big fat mouth.

Hermione changed into her pajamas and lay soundlessly in her bed, letting the tears roll freely. She had never felt this way before, not even when she had witnessed Ron snogging Lavender. Never – never…

Hermione soon fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Yet if she had dreamed, the reminders of the night would have crossed through her dreams endlessly.

A/V: So, how was it? Don't worry; I doubt that Tom will stay mad at Hermione endlessly! And there had to be a fight, after all, we are talking about Tom Riddle here, future Lord Voldemort, the one who has never loved anyone! Well, read and review please! No flames please, even if you aren't pleased with the chapter, but although I hate to reveal the future, they will get back together. So keep reading please!

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S.W.M.S.