A/N: I should've said this to start out with, but this is a 6th year…another one of my 6th year fictions. Anyway, I also started it before the 6th book came out, just keep that in mind. That's why Voldemort's past in the 6th book and Voldemort's past in this fiction will not add up. Just fyi.

Chapter Three: Ron's Worst Memory

Hermione quickly found Harry and Ron, thankfully having no more meetings with Malfoy.

"How has your summer been, Harry?" she asked, shutting the compartment door and sitting next to Ron.

"Oh just dandy, thanks for asking," he sarcastically said, gazing out of the window.

Hermione looked over at Ron to ask what Harry's problem was, but that question was immediately thrown from her mind as she looked at Ron's face.

"What happened to you?" she asked, causing Harry to also look at Ron.

Ron suddenly looked self-conscious, "Do I have pimples?" he asked.

"No," she answered, trying hard not to laugh, "You've got these great round things all over your face.

She saw him visibly relax, "Oh, those," he said, grinning, "Those are from the brain that we ran into in the Department of Mysteries," he explained.

Hermione laughed, "Oh really?" she asked, "And how does it feel to be memified?" she asked.

He gave a short laugh, "Great actually. It feels as if you'll never be sad again. The exact opposite of Dementors, to be honest," he pulled up his sleeves and frowned at the marks he had there, "But they leave great ugly marks all over your body."

Hermione had a sudden thought. Maybe if she could try…just once…

She quickly took out her wand and pointed it at one of the round marks, causing Ron to look utterly terrified, "Videmus," she muttered.

The lights in their compartment suddenly dimmed and a silhouette protruded from the mark.

The point of view was from someone who had a child-like voice; presumably a boy.

"I'm going to be the most powerfullest wizard ever!" the voice declared as a man walked into the room.

"Now now, Tom, you know we don't speak of such things in this house hold," he scolded.

"But mummy does," he said with a pout in his voice.

"That's because mum is a witch. You are not," he said, wiping off a wooden table.

The boy walked over and whispered, "Mummy said I'm going to a school in six years. A special school."

The man stopped and looked down on the boy, "Did she mention a name?" he quietly asked.

"Warthog's!" he happily exclaimed.

Hermione let a laugh out as the man smiled, "Hogwarts, dear."

"No no no, it's Warthog's," he said.

The man smiled again as the memory vanished.

Ron smiled at Hermione, "Do it again!" he said, looking excitedly down at the memories.

"I don't think…" Harry began, but was interrupted.

"You're no fun these days, Harry," Ron said, "Do it to another one, Hermione," he said, pulling his sleeve up further.

Hermione nodded and pointed her wand to another one, "Videmus," she whispered as another silhouette jutted out.

This time the "camera" focused on a teenage boy. Hermione had never seen him before, but when she looked over at Harry she knew he had.

He looked harmless, but soon his friendly expression turned to anger and looked dangerous.

"You've had too many warnings, it's time that you learned…" he said, raising his wand, "CRUCIO!" he yelled as screams of pain issued from some where off of the picture. Both Hermione and Ron jumped.

The screams stopped, "I've told you to stop associating with them. I've told you too many times, Peter," he said.

"I promise! No more!" the other boy screamed, "I promise!"

The first boy smiled, and lowered his wand, "You shall be my first follower."

The scene vanished again and Hermione looked over at Ron, "What was that all about?" she asked with narrowed eyes.

He shrugged, "Let's try another one."

"No," Harry suddenly said.

Hermione looked over at him and saw that he was paler than Peeves, "Harry, are you alright?" she asked.

"Don't do another one," he said.

"Come on, Hermione, it's not that bad. So what, a student wasn't following the school rules; we don't either."

Hermione looked from one of her friends to the other, finally making her decision.

Once again she pointed her want to a round mark on Ron's arm, muttering "Videmus" and once again a silhouette arose from it.

A man in a dark, hooded cloak had his wand out and was pointing to a sobbing lady. The lady looked as if she were trying to hide or keep something from him.

"Hand him over," the man said.

"No, no take me instead," she cried.

Hermione's stomach dropped as the woman pleaded some more. She knew this memory. She knew exactly what is was and who's it was.

She felt shivers go down her arms as a spell hit the woman and she fell silent and still.

The man turned his wand toward a baby who was now sitting on the ground, smiling happily up at the man.

"AVADA CADAVRA!" he yelled. A stream of light hit the boy in the forehead, but just as if it had hit a mirror, it bounced back at him.

All around the him the house fell to bits and pieces…something Hermione wouldn't expect anyone to survive if she hadn't known better.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" he yelled, shrinking, "NOOOOOOOOOO!"

A few seconds later a fat little man snuck into the rubble, squeaked frightfully at the sight and said, "Master?"

"Pick me up, Wormtail. I need nourishment," said the shrunken man in a weak voice.

The scene faded but the lights did not come back on.

Hermione looked over at Harry and saw he was even paler and two tears were coursing down his face.

"It's his," he whispered, "His…"