Hello readers. I've finished all my exams and now I can spend time writing this story but before I get started I'd like to say a few things. I got a couple of reviews from an unsigned reviewer and they made me really mad.
1.) My writing may have grammatical errors and I don't mind people pointing it out as long as their nice about it. I really can't figure out what the difference is between His and He's but I corrected it in chapter 3 anyway.
2.) I did not like being called an idiot and I will explain why it's possible for Hermione to have Harry's wand. Hermione is in the past and the wand isn't owned by Harry yet so it is possible for her to own the wand. Yes I know that Harry won't have it in the future but he'll just have to make do with another wand. Hermione's every action in the past is actively changing the future and I can easily call you an idiot for not realising that. I hope all my readers can understand and agree with me that it is possible for her to have Harry's wand. Hermione having Harry's wand is actually very crucial to the plotline of the story but I'm not going to say more, you'll just have to wait and see.
3.) I find comments like "Did you even read the books" very hurtful. Of course I read all 7 books, the chapters I've written so far refer to things in HBP and the movie hasn't even come out yet. I don't even think it's possible to write proper fanfiction after just watching the movies because theirs hardly any information in the films. It's been a while since I've read the books and I made a mistake of thinking each house has a head boy or a head girl. I'm really sorry and I apologise for that.
Once again, I apologise to all my readers for making that mistake and for the sake of this story I would like everyone to pretend that each house has a head boy or a head girl.
I'm not a professional writer with a degree in English literature like J.K Rowling, I'm a student that studies Biomedical science and so my writing won't be perfect but I do try, plus I'm not getting paid to write this story. I hope everyone will forgive my grammatical errors and other writing flaws. You can point it out but just don't be rude about it.
Right now, I'm a very emotionally weak person and I'm feeling very suicidal. I write to get away from my problems and negative comments make me cry for hours. I just paid my sister £5 to not say anything negative to me and thank God she's not being a pain anymore.
I just want to request all my readers to not review if their going to be rude. I don't mind my work being criticised as long as the person isn't rude or down right horrible. If my story is really that bad then just don't read my story, and now for those of you that do want to read on. Sorry for taking up your time and let's get on with the story.
Hermione ran towards the girl's bathroom hoping no one would come across her bloodied state. She had no intention of going to the hospital wing. Madam Whittaker would obviously make a huge deal out of her injuries and she would have to explain how she had gotten them in the first place. She pushed open the bathroom door and was glad to find it empty.
"Episkey" she said pointing the wand at her nose and it immediately became good as new. She washed away the blood and cleared away the blood stains from her clothes. She transferred the wand to her left hand and pointed at the nasty looking cut on her right hand. "Ferula" she said. She had to concentrate a little more as she wasn't using her dominant hand and after a while a bandage appeared covering her cut. Her right hand felt sore and her whole body ached from being thrown into a wall. She smoothed out her messy hair to find her head hurt. After all the hair pulling Tom had done, it was to be expected. She stared into the mirror and nothing about her looked out of the ordinary except the bandage on her hand.
She went into a cubicle and closed the toilet lid and sat down. She placed her head in her hands and started to cry. She had been so convinced she was going to die and she could still feel the fear of death in her heart. She wasn't sure what made Tom let her go and the more she thought about the mysterious appearance of blood on his shirt the more confused she became. She couldn't figure it out and it was giving her a head ache and so she stopped thinking about it. But she had realised something important today. She couldn't make the dark lord so angry that he would want to attack her or kill her. Even if it meant letting him have his own way or swallowing her pride. She had to stay alive and well to complete her mission and nothing else should matter. So she decided that from this moment onwards she would do her best to tolerate Tom and focus entirely on the goal of her mission.
Picturing Tom's lifeless corpse she wiped away her tears and walked out of the bathroom. She didn't feel like eating lunch and she decided to go back down to the library. Susan suddenly appeared in the corridor and blocked her path. She glared at Susan, if she and her girls hadn't annoyed her in the library she wouldn't have gone to the heads common room and fought with the dark lord. But then again maybe it was a good thing since it had made her realise the importance of not making Tom violent and murderous. Still, if she said one stupid thing about her and Tom she would hex her into oblivion.
"What happened?" Susan said pointing at her bandaged hand.
"Heavy book, twisted my wrist" She lied and Susan raised an eyebrow.
"I see" Susan said in a disbelieving tone.
"Now if you'll excuse me" Hermione said trying to walk past but Susan didn't move.
"Erm---Maya can you do me a favour?"
"What?" She said feeling annoyed.
"It's nothing big---can you drop this letter of to the owlery for me" Susan said holding up an envelope. "You don't have to" Susan said taking in the look on her face
"It's okay" Hermione said. "I'll do it"
"Thanks Maya" Susan said handing her the letter.
Hermione walked towards the owlery and read the writing on the envelope. It was addressed to Mrs Brewer and it was obviously a letter to Susan's Mother. She approached the entrance to the owlery and she was about to step in but what she saw made her freeze. A boy was standing in the owlery with his back to her and he was clenching and unclenching his hands. The height, the unusually long fingers and the creaseless second hand robes easily gave away who he was. She didn't need to look at his face to know that the boy was Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was obviously still angry from their fight and she had no intention of getting into another fight. Susan's letter would have to wait and she took a step back. A sudden inhuman hissing sound made her hair stand. She couldn't hear it anymore and she was sure Tom must have said something in parseltongue. Tom kicked an owl stand making the owls hoot angrily and flap about. He was definitely angry and she should leave before he noticed her. He suddenly drew his wand and made an owl drop to the floor. The owl hooted angrily trying to stand up and Tom pointed his wand at it.
"Crucio" Tom said with a cold voice. The owl's pain filled cries rang through the air and it maddeningly flapped its wings. Her heart started to beat faster as she watched him torturing the owl and she knew she should leave but she found herself frozen in fear. After her parents had been killed she would use the cruciatus curse on insects to take out her anger and it was mainly on pests they would have killed anyway. Most of the time it was on spiders since Ron was so scared of them and Harry didn't mind her using unforgivables after the death eaters killed Ginny. She continued to watch feeling sorry for the owl and the cruelty he was displaying brought back memories she wanted to forget. He was seriously angry and their fight in the heads common room was obviously the reason. He lifted the curse and a wave of relief went through her. She was glad the poor owl wasn't in pain anymore and with her heart beating unevenly she turned to leave. "Avada Kedavra" she heard him shout and her heart violently jumped in her chest. She abruptly turned to see blinding green light flash inside the owlery. The dead body of the owl dropped to the ground with a thud and Tom stared at the corpse unmoving.
Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes and she broke into a run. Crying softly she continued to run without any direction of where she was going and after some time she stopped in front of the girl's bathroom. Watching him cast the killing curse had brought back painful memories and leaning against the sink she started to cry loudly. She spent the rest of her lunchtime in the bathroom and then she went to her afternoon classes. Tom was there and he appeared completely unaffected by what had happened. She sat at the back and carried on as normal. Susan and the girls had insisted she joined them but she had politely declined. After all that had happened today she couldn't deal with their crap talk and questions. She spent most of the evening in the library until it was closing time. She was feeling very sleepy but she didn't feel like going back to the heads quarters. After what she had seen she was really scared of Tom and she didn't want to face him yet. She couldn't sleep at the Ravenclaw dorm as it would raise questions of why she wasn't staying at her head girl room and Susan probably wouldn't let her live until she satisfied all her questions. She aimlessly walked down the corridors until a broom cupboard caught her eye. She had a bad headache and she was feeling seriously sleepy. Her mind couldn't think of any other places and the broom cupboard in front of her seemed like the perfect solution. She stepped inside and shut the door. She huddled into a corner and conjured a blanket. Wrapping it around her she leaned against the wall and fell fast asleep.
Her unconscious mind fell into a deeper sleep and she started to dream. The green glowing dark mark illuminated the night sky above her house. Wand drawn Hermione started to run towards her house with a feeling of dread.
"Hermione come back" Ron yelled.
"They could still be inside lets wait for the order" Harry's voice called out. She ignored them and ran into the house. Broken and burnt furniture lay all over the place. The whole house was a mess and nothing was in its right place. No one was in the kitchen or the sitting room. She ran up the stairs with tears streaming down her face and she froze as a blood stained carpet came into view. More blood was splattered on the walls and the ceiling. She threw open her bedroom door to find it messy but empty. The bathroom was also empty and now only one room in the whole house remained unchecked. Her parent's bedroom. She walked towards the bedroom and time seemed to slow down. With her heart beating loudly against her ribs she pushed the door open with a shaky hand. Her parent's blood soaked lifeless bodies met her eyes.
"Mum, Dad" Hermione screamed. She tried to shake them awake refusing to believe what she was seeing. "Mum, Dad wake up" she shouted. "Wake up, Wake up" she continued sobbing loudly. "You can't die, you can't" she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione it's no use, their dead" Harry's voice said and he tried to pull her away.
"No they can't die" she screamed pushing him away. "Mum, Dad wake up. You can't leave me all alone, you can't die"
"Granger" a distant voice called making her stir in her sleep. "Granger" the voice called more loudly and she snapped awake from her dream. She opened her eyes to find a lit wand pointing at her. She blinked several times trying to get used to the light and soon her vision cleared. Her eyes focused on a shadowy figure holding the wand and she suddenly realised it was Tom Riddle. Her heart jumped and she shrank back hugging herself. A mixture of fear and intense hatred welled up inside her. The images of her dead parents were still fresh in her mind and she felt like using the killing curse but she couldn't take her chances, she had to control herself until the time was right. How did he find her here? A shiver went down her spine as she recalled the memory of him torturing and killing the owl. What if he had tracked her down to finished what he had started at lunchtime? She continued to fearfully stare at him but his expressionless face gave away nothing. "What do you think your doing sleeping in a broom cupboard?" he said coldly.
"Go away" she whispered backing away further. "Leave me alone"
"I'm afraid I can't Granger" he said sneering at her. "It's against the rules and as head girl you should have known better" He suddenly took a step back and Hermione felt relieved that he was leaving. But her relief was short lived when she noticed him looking back and forth. He was checking to see if anyone was watching and why would he do that unless he was planning to do something to her. She jumped up and tried to shut the door. Inches before it shut he grabbed the handle and she pushed with all her might but she couldn't get it to shut. For someone thin framed, Tom Riddle had surprising physical strength and she knew he would overpower her soon. He suddenly burst inside and Hermione drew back. He looked angry and his pale cheeks were tinged pink. His face suddenly turned expressionless and he calmly shut the door behind him. The darkness inside the broom cupboard increased. The only source of light was Tom's lit wand and it didn't help that the shadows made him appear more frightening.
She recalled her newly formed rule of not provoking or angering the dark lord but in this situation she felt a great need to draw her wand, even if it did anger him further. It was a good thing the blanket was still wrapped around her and he probably wouldn't even notice. Under the blanket she slowly dipped her hand into her pocket and grasped her wand. "Don't even think about it Granger" he snapped making her freeze. His gaze was fixed on the area of the blanket covering her pocket and she wondered how he knew. He had probably seen her slight hand movements under the blanket but how could he have done so in this darkness? Then again the dark lord did seem to have uncanny abilities and she wouldn't be too surprised if he could actually see in the dark.
She had a half a mind to draw her wand and in the end she decided against it. He was already pointing his wand and her attempt would obviously be unsuccessful but without a wand she would be defenceless. It was one of those, damned if you do and damned if you don't situations but better to avoid making him angrier. "I don't think you understood me last time Granger" he said moving closer to the door. There was hardly any room left but he was pressing himself against the door to get away from her as far as possible. She suddenly felt a spark of anger at the way he was acting. Why did he always have to act like she was contaminated? The only times he had come near her was when he really had to, like when he had attacked her or when she had been petrified. She understood the dark lord didn't like getting close and she had no desire to get close to him but his behaviour was way too much. She really felt like asking him what his probably was but she kept her mouth shut knowing it would only worsen the situation.
Her heart drummed away faster as she stared into his emotionless face and her palms were starting to sweat. "I will not tolerate disobedience" he suddenly said in a low voice. He waved his wand making her blanket erupt into flames and Hermione screamed. She expected the flames to burn into her skin but she suddenly realised the burning blanket had vanished. Feeling shocked she ran her hands up and down her body just to make sure and her heart was beating so fast she could hear the vibrations in her ear drums. She looked up to find a cruel smile on his shadow tainted face and despite her fear she glared at him. "You will do as your told or you will suffer the consequences" he hissed making her glare immediately dissolve. "Accio wand" her wand flew out of her pocket and into his outstretched hand. She clenched her jaws tighter feeling more scared than ever, he wouldn't have done that if he hadn't thought she would try to defend herself and that meant he was going to do something really nasty. Was he going to Crucio her? "Vitax reducto" he suddenly said pointing at her chest and she felt her airways closing up. She tried to breath but she couldn't get any air in and soon she was making choking sounds. She punched her ribs and bent over but she still couldn't breath. Her face turned red and she fell to the floor. His cold high pitched laughter rang through the air while she withered on the floor gasping for breath.
He was probably going to suffocate her to death and leave her body in the broom closet. The pain in her lungs was unbearable and she felt her vision blurring. She desperately clawed at his shoes and he kicked her hands away. "If you ever hit me or touch me in any way, you will live to regret it" he shouted painfully jabbing the wand into her neck. "Is that understood?" he said bending down. Wheezing for breath she vigorously nodded her head to say yes. She was turning blue and she felt like she was going to faint when he suddenly lifted the spell. She lay on the floor coughing and taking in deep breaths. "Don't even think about telling anyone" he said standing up. "No one will believe you and if I find you doing otherwise, I'll cut your tongue out" he said harshly. She hugged herself and huddled into a corner. She believed every word he said, the dark lord was capable of any kind of cruelty and she felt lucky to be alive. "Get up" she shakily got up and stared at him fearfully. He opened the door and stepped outside. "Come out" she followed him feeling dizzy.
He held out her wand. She took it with a shaky hand and felt much better holding the wooden stick. "I'll drop you back" he said starting to walk and she knew by his tone it was an order. She wanted to get away from him and run in the opposite direction but she couldn't risk making him angry again. Lighting her wand she followed and she couldn't help the silent tears from trickling down her cheeks. She shouldn't let herself get scared by Tom Riddle but there was no doubt he was dangerous. She felt angry at herself for being week and helpless but it was all for the best. There was no point acting rashly and getting killed. Staying alive and killing him was more important than being brave. Their footsteps filled the silence as they continued to walk and since the castle was dead quiet and dark it had to be really late at night. A thought was bugging her and she had to ask him one question to put her mind to rest.
"How did you find me?" she whispered plucking up the courage. He didn't answer and she didn't press him further.
"I heard you shout when I was patrolling" he suddenly said. She did that often when she had nightmares and it did explain how he had found her. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw him turn to look at her. He continued to stare at her but she acted like she wasn't aware of it. Why was he looking at her like that? It was very uncomfortable and she was starting to feel scared. They arrived at the heads quarters and the woman in the painting narrowed her eyes at the pair.
"Horrible boy you've been making her cry" the woman said.
"Medusa" Tom said ignoring the woman and the door opened to let them through. No broken furniture was in sight and the common room looked like it usually did. Tom must have repaired everything. Without another word he crept up to his room and quietly shut the door.
She entered her room and lit a few candles. She changed into her nightclothes and blowing out the candles she slipped under the quilt. She rubbed her neck where he had jabbed her with the wand and it was still cried into her pillow for a while and she thought about the days events. She knew her decision to let Tom think he was in control was the right decision and her mind wandered back to seeing the mysterious appearance of blood on his shirt. She tried to come up with an explanation but sleep started to cloud her mind. It was nice to be back in her bed again and much better than sleeping in a broom cupboard. Soon she fell into a deep sleep.
This chapter was more like a continuation of the last chapter but it's important as Hermione realises she has to let Tom think his in control. Leave reviews and I'll update as soon as I can.