Tom Riddle. Hermione dropped the note in surprise. She frowned. "That's not possible. You're trying to control Hogwarts, aren't you? You are having the students drink memory potions so that they won't be a problem when you and him take over."

"Yes and no," Snape replied he went over to Draco and gave him the recovering potion along with Matt. "The goal is...was for you to drink the potion. With your memory forgotten, the dark lord could kidnap you without trouble. He would also be able to plant your old memories back into your mind."

"My old memories?" Hermioe questioned, coming out from behind the cauldron. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Yes. You were kidnapped from your parents at the age of five," Snape told her. "It's all in the letter."

Hermione looked at where the paper had fallen. "LIAR! He's not my father! You're just saying that!" Hermione frowned at Snape. The glass vial that Snape was holding blew up into a million pieces. "You! Where is the potion that cures them?" Matt and Draco had snapped out of it. Hermione pulled her wand out of her pocket. "NOW!"

Snape glanced from the letter back to Hermione. "In the big cauldron over there," Snape told her.

"What are you waiting for? Go and cure them!" Hermione yelled.

"Pushy...just like your father," Snape replied and went over to the cauldron. He measured the potion and began bringing it to the students. Draco looked from Snape to Hermione.

"Professor? Why are you listening to her?" Draco questioned Snape.

"You'd better do the same," was all Snape answered.

AFTER CLASS: (All the students were back to normal now)

"Hermione!" Matt called to her. Hermione turned around to face him. They were in the hall of the dungeons.

"What do you want?" Hermione questioned rather rudely.

"I vas vondering if vu vould like to...how you call it...chat with me?" Matt asked. "But maybe I should come bak later."

"No. We can talk," Hermione said. "What did you think of Professor Snape?"

"'E vas very veird," Matt answered. Matt started to walk down the hall with Hermione.

"MATT! Granger!" Draco came running down the hall (A/N: I can't exactly use Malfoy since there are 3 of them now).

"What?" Hermione half yelled.

"Someone's upset," Draco announced.

"Shut up, Malfoy."

"Why don't you make me, mudblood?" Draco responded.

"I said shut up!" Hermione exclaimed. Something had to be bothering her.

"And I say that you should go up to lunch while I talk to my cousin," Draco replied.

"We'll do as we please," Hermione answered.

"Go up there NOW MUDBLOOD!" Draco yelled at her.

"Don't...you...ever...call...me...mudblood... again," Hermione tried to control her anger. Draco flew across the hall, landing against the stone wall. Apparently she couldn't control her anger. "Oh my god," Hermione muttered, her anger forgotten. She ran over to Draco, falling to the floor beside him. She sighed when she found a pulse.

"Vat happened?" Matt questioned her.

"I'm not sure," Hermione replied, staring at an unconcious Draco Malfoy.