Chapter 4

That day at dinner Hermione still seemed mad at me. It relieved me that Harry told me she usually calms down pretty quickly, but it also bothered me that she wouldn't talk to me anymore over just one potion.

Luckily for me, Ginny, Ron's sister, introduced herself at dinner and is currently filling me up on everything gossip related, well I should say, boys related.

„… well anyway, that was pretty much the whole story about Cho, Harry, and, may he rest in peace, Cedric."

„That's quite a story," I said with tears in my eyes. „I can't believe someone actually died at Hogwarts. That's terrible."

„He wasn't even the first one. I mean Moaning Myrtle also died here. I think that may have been around the time you were in Hogwarts," she looked at me and saw I had no clue who on earth that moaning Myrtle girl was. „Well I guess then it was after your time turner accident," she shrugs her shoulders.

„But enough of the past. Can you guess who the absolute hottie is, that everyone wants to sleep with?" She asks with a cheshire-cat-grin.

„Hm, well I would guess Harry doesn't have trouble finding a girl, you told me he was famous for something, right? But he doesn't really seem like the type," I looked around the dining hall and saw a boy with silver-blonde hair at the Slytherin table, he was very good looking and I could actually see multiple girls swooning at him, and they weren't just Slytherins. „Him," I say to Ginny, nodding my head in his direction.

„Good eye!" She compliments me. „His name is Draco Malfoy, his father is a more or less confirmed death eater, Harry is convinced he is too, but I honestly don't think so. Well anyway, he's supposed to be really good, if you know what I mean," she winks at me.

„What on earth is a death eater, that's not some new weird sex-thing, is it?" Ginny laughs at me. „No, it really isn't! That's the name of the followers of Voldemort, the mass murderer/ dictator/ psychopath, remember?"

„Oh god, sorry. I wonder if Voldemort is his real name, it sounds so strange," I say and Harry, who apparently started listening when we mentioned Voldemort turned around at us.

„It's an anagram for his real name," he said to me.

„And what's that?" I asked.

„Tom Marvolo Riddle."

I could feel the blood draining from my face. Tom Marvel Riddle. Tom Riddle. My friend. My whatever-we-were. The father of my unborn child. He turned into a mass-murdering psychopath? I couldn't believe it. There had to be some mistake.

„Hey, Maraya, are you all right?" Ginny asked me concerned.

„She probably knew him," Harry contributed. „I mean I guess they would have been at Hogwarts around the same time, right?"

„Yeah," I say quietly. „I knew him pretty well, he was in my year and… well, I just can't believe he would turn… I don't know, evil?"

„Remember Moaning Myrtle? We told you about her. He was the one who killed her, must have been right after you came here, too. He opened the chamber of secrets and let a basilisk lose to kill all muggle-born students in Hogwarts. I mean that's pretty much still his agenda. Kill muggles and muggle-borns and have purebloods rule society."

I looked at Harry in horror as he told me this. I didn't want to believe this, Tom couldn't have turned that evil. But I didn't think he was making any of it up.

„Is this just common knowledge?" I asked him. „Or do you know a lot about him?

„Bit of both," he said a bit hesitantly. „Well, you see he killed my parents, when I was still a baby and then tried to kill me, but the curse ricocheted off of me and hit him back. He disappeared for a while after that happened, some people thought he was dead, but he came back. Tried to kill me in year one over the sorcerers stone. In year two in the chamber of secrets. And so on. I think Ginny already told you about Cedric, right? Well, he killed him too."

I could feel a tear escaping my eye, and I quickly wipe it away. This was absolutely horrible, but it made one thing abundantly clear. No one here could ever know who the father of my baby was.

Lost in thought I was sitting on one of the armchairs in the common rooms, still trying to comprehend how Tom could turn into that kind of monster. The kind that would try to murder an innocent child and leaving them an orphan. My dark thoughts were abruptly interrupted when the Weasley twins sat down on either armrest of the chair.

„So Maraya, we've heard a lot about you," one of them starts. The other one continues. „The question is, what have you heard about us? The dashing, handsome, brilliant Gryffindor twins!" They smiled.

„Well so I've heard that they're dashing, handsome and what was the last one.. brilliant?" I answer and smile back, which is a little miracle, considering my current mood.

They both grin at me and then begin to explain, how basically every good prank ever done in Hogwarts had been their idea and how they're the only ones you can have fun with in the castle.

But they did this in such a charming way, you couldn't even remotely say that they were bragging and by the end of a story involving Peeves, the poltergeist, a jar of marmalade and Professor McGonagall's hat, I was almost in tears laughing.

When a pretty dark-haired girl, I think her name was Angelica, called George over he got up from the chair, said that it was lovely to meet me and left me and Fred alone.

„So, anyone special back in 1943 for you?" He asks and for the first time since I've known both of them, I hear something in his voice that isn't pure confidence.

„Not really," I didn't really know what to say, on the one hand, Tom and I were never really a couple and he did cause that I was now stuck in the future, but on the other hand, I was pregnant with his baby. „I mean there was someone, but it didn't really work out." There the truth, but also vague enough.

„Well whoever he is," Voldemort, I thought. „he's an idiot for letting you go." He smiled at me.

„And why is that?" I asked grinning.

„Because, you are pretty amazing, I mean you've just, quite literally, travelled through time, don't know anyone, but are acting like everything is normal and, from what I've heard from Hermione, are already a teacher's favourite."

„Now that you mention it, I do sound pretty amazing don't I."

„You are, and I would love to get to know you more… So, if you want, I would love to take you out to drinks in Hogsmead this weekend." He says and looks a little more serious than I have usually seen him. And even though I knew that I should probably not say yes, considering my current condition, I really wanted to. He was the first person here that made me genuinely laugh and made me forget about all my problem. Plus, he was really really cute. I turned to him and looked in his eyes. „I would love to."

He smiled back at me and I couldn't help myself but smile back.