Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe soes not belong to me as much as I would like it to. Really, it's not.

A/n- I really like this chapter. I hope you will too. PLEASE,PLEASE, REVIEW! Tell me what you like, tell me what you don't like..etc.

P.S- there's a little deja vu in this chapter as well if you can find it.

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Chapter 2- Unrecognizable faces

"Mr. Riddle, what are you doing in the library at this hour?"

"Professor, I was just a looking for a book to help with my transfiguration essay."

Professor Dumbledore calmly watched Tom and nodded his head. You should get some sleep, Mr. Riddle; it's always good to have a rested night before a big exam in Defense against the Dark Arts.

Riddle scowled, but did what he was told. "Yes sir"

He really had no intention on looking for a book for the stupid transfiguration essay but had been looking for a book that would tell him how to use all the great spells and hexes that he had heard of around the school. The students made fun of him now, but later, they would be sorry. They would be sorry that they ever underestimated the power of Tom Riddle. Heck, he would change his name so they wouldn't know. All the better.

He was ready to wreak havoc when the time came.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked as he walked towards the Gryffindor table. He was a bit annoyed that Harry hadn't waited for him.

"She went to the library" Harry said stiffly. He rubbed his scar again, hoping that it would help the searing pain in his forehead.

"What's wrong Harry?" Ron asked when he saw Harry rub his scar again.

"Is it your scar again? You Know Who never gives you a break, does he?" Ron stated annoyed. He didn't want his best friend to have to struggle with everyone's greatest enemy. He wanted to help.

"I'm fine it just burns. Why is it me?" Harry almost yelled.

Ron was already filling his plate with pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon and ham; you name it. To get in good spirits, he decided to talk about this weeks quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. He knew this would probably be an easy game for their team, but he wanted to talk about it anyway, just for the heck of it. "Are you excited for our quidditch game on Saturday?" he asked, while spilling syrup on his pancakes.

"Yep, it should be an easy one though" Harry said still rubbing at his scar.

"I'm going to go find Hermione and see if she knows any healing spells. It will be easier to go to her then to Madame Pomfrey" Harry got up from his seat and began making his way out of the dining hall. Hoping to catch Hermione before classes started so she could help him with his little problem.

"See you later then, mate" Ron yelled as Harry neared the big oak doors and of the Great Hall. Harry made his way to the library and when he walked in he began searching for Hermione. He looked all over but was unable to find his best friend anywhere.

"Hermione?" he called out but was quickly silenced by the librarian.

"Where could she be", Harry thought. Just then, he saw a book lying on the ground near the Restricted Section. He glanced at it. Hmm the book was titled The Lost Lands of Hogwarts. He picked up the book, and as soon as he did, he too found his stomach begin tying in knots and was pulled into that cursed book!

Hermione suddenly heard a PLOP from close by. She turned around quickly, and nearly fell over! Someone was lying on the ground next to her. And that someone looked a lot like Harry.

"Harry? Is that you?" she whispered and quietly made her way to the shadowy figure lying on the floor.

"Mione, that you" he sat up and watched as she walked over to him

"Yes it's me" She knelt by him with a worried expression on her face.

"Help me up" she grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. As he brushed himself off he started firing questions.

"Where are we? What happened" And how are we supposed to get out of here?"

"I have no idea where we are right now and I don't know how where going to end up getting out but I think I know how we got here. Before I found myself here I was looking at one of the books in the restricted section and then all of a sudden I find myself here. Yet I have this strange feeling as if there is a reason why we got sucked into this book."

They heard a faraway scream. It was blood-curdling. They both shuddered.

Now that Hermione thought about it, it didn't seem too far away. Chills ran up and down her spine. It was windy inside the book; it looked like there seemed to be a storm brewing. From a distance, they saw Hogwarts. But that was impossible! She had never left the school. Her thoughts traveled back to the book in the restricted section.

Why would a book called, The Lost Lands of Hogwarts pull her and Harry into it? How could it be threatening? She gave Harry a worried look. He too wasn't feeling all to well himself, so to comfort her and himself he gave Hermione a tight hug. It seemed she benefited from it too as she held him closer to her small body. She felt safer in Harry's arms. Then they heard it again, the same bone chilling scream.

"There it is again! Where do you suppose it's coming from" she asked nervously.

"I don't know, perhaps we should go up to the school, and see if we can figure this out. Maybe Ron will give us an idea, since he actually was born in the Wizarding community and raised in it" Harry said gently hugging Hermione again. She smiled. They walked towards the school. It was a long walk from where they were standing, but eventually, they made it up to the main gates.

"How do we get in?" Hermione asked somewhat to herself. Harry took out his wand, and said Alohamora and the gate opened. They walked through the gates and right up to the main entrance of the castle. This time, Hermione said Alohamora and the doors surprisingly opened. They walked inside trying to blend in with their surroundings. It seemed like everyone was eating dinner in the Great Hall. But they just had breakfast? It seemed to Harry and Hermione that they were right back at school. However, they knew this couldn't be their school, or well there time period. They couldn't recognize anyone!

They rushed to the library. Madame Pince was working there. They walked over to the restricted section, to see if the book was there. To their horror, they saw Voldemort as Tom Riddle! He was bullying a first year, and he magically took the little Ravenclaw girl's book she had and ripped it up.

"What the hell is going on" shouted Harry's brain as he watched the little girl run away with tears streaming down her face. Hermione and Harry exchanged glances.

"He was crazy even when he was in school" Hermione mumbled more to herself then to Harry. Tom being the one who usually eavesdropped heard this and began to turn around. However, Hermione and Harry saw this and quickly hid behind a nearby bookshelf. Tom looked about but couldn't find the owner of the voice he had heard so went on minding his business. Harry grabbed Hermione's arm and ran out of the library. Their hearts were pounding. Just then, Tom came out and caught them sitting on the floor. They tried to run away. Harry managed to escape Tom's grasp, but Hermione was doomed. As he touched her, she let out a blood-curdling scream...

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A little cliffhanger, I had to.

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