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Sorry that it took so long for the next chapter, but I have been really busy with school, my job, etc.

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Disclaimer: I really don't own any of these characters. They belong to JK Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter books. A truly amazing writer of books that have developed into truly amazing movies. If you haven't read or watched them, do it, if not you are missing out big time.

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Hermione smiled happily as she walked over to the cheering table that was the house of the Eagle. She looked down the table and sat down in an empty set around people that looked her own age. She smiled nervously. 'I better make a good expression' she figured.

"Hi" she began, her voice a little shaky. "Do you mind if I sit here. There was no place else." The group of five all smiled.

"Absolutely not", said a cheerful voice to her right. "Hi I'm Emily Yokell." Hermione turned. Emily was a pretty girl with short blonde hair, blue eyes and a small waist, and even sitting down Hermione could tell she was short, maybe 5,1. But she had a kind face and Hermione took an instant liking of her. I also helped that she could see Hogwarts: A History sticking out of Emily's book bag.

"Nice to meet you Emily" she replied. "I 'am Laura Walker". It still felt weird saying that name. It didn't feel like her. 'But it will have to do' she thought with an inward sigh. She didn't have long to think as Emily was talking again. "Welcome to Hogwarts Laura. I' am a Perfect so I'll show you around if you like. Do you know that this castle of around a thousand years old. Well you see…" Hermione smiled as she began to go into what seemed like a long description of Hogwarts history.

"Hhumm, hummm?" Someone coughed nearby. Hermione turned and saw a boy that was sitting directly across from her. "We all know you love to talk Emily. But it is the girls first night hear, and as we want to keep her here, perhaps it not a good idea to bore the girl to death on her first night. Oh, and when were you going to introduce us? You know? Your fiends". The three others sitting with them snickered, as did some eavesdroppers who were trying to hear what the new girl had to say. Emily blushed deep red and hide her face, which caused more laugher from the group. "Sorry about that" she mumbled, "I kind of get carried away sometimes", Hermione smiled. "Sometimes?" the boy said quietly, but loud enough to everyone to hear.

"Laura, let me introduce you to my friends".

"The person to my right is Sarah Keiilor. Across from her in Vivian Swan. Besides her in David Hathamen, and to his right and most certainly least is Derrick Martin"

Hermione smiled and said "hello" to everyone. Sarah had black hair in a bob haircut and brown eyes. She was around 5'6 and a bit on the cubby side, but not by much. Sarah smiled and shook Hermione' s hand welcoming her. Vivian was the true beauty of the group. She had long waist length blonde hair; sparkling baby blue eyes and had large breasts with a small figure. She also had on a lot of makeup. She gave Hermione a small half smile but her eyes were looking over Hermione's look with cold eye. 'What? You don't have to be the only one that has some looks' Hermione thought, giving the look right back at her. Vivian humph and went back to her dinner. Turning to David Hermione had to suppress a smile. David was somewhat funny looking. He had uneven cut hair that looked like someone cut it with lawn clippers. He was very thin and, by the looks of it not that strong. He had little muscle on him. He was also wearing inch think glasses that kept falling off his nose. There were also signs of an ache problem along his upper cheeks, forehead, and along his hairline. His glasses slipped and Hermione was able to see had had plain brown eyes. David looked up and saw her staring at him and blushed completely red. Hermione smiled warmly at him making his eyes go wide and had him nervously trying to push his glasses back up but only succeeding in knocking over his orange juice into his lap. David sunk into his chair and didn't look back up, however she was able to detect red burning bright on his ears and forehead. The boy beside him howled with laughter and did the others. This causes Hermione to look at the other boy Derrick. Derrick had dark brown hair, light green eyes and by the looks was over 6 foot. He had a lazy smile, toned muscles, mischievous eyes and kept flicking his eye out of his eyes. All in all, he was gorgeous.

"As Emily said welcome to Hogwarts" Derrick said with a smile. "Finally" he sighed dramatically, "after seven years of the same old faces someone new"

"Oh please" Sarah laughed, "you love us and you know it"

"Are you all in seventh year" Hermione asked as she began to fill her plate.

"Yep" Derrick with pride, "seven long years of torture and now finally in eights months freedom". He took and deep breath, "I can almost smell it, how sweet it smells" he sang.

Hermione saw the others smile at him. All except David who still had his head at table level. "Don't mind him Laura", said Emily, "he gets like this all the time, just ignore him" she smiled, "but at least it never gets boring" she added.

Hermione laughed. Truly laughed sense seeing her friends murdered. However she couldn't stop the pain in her heart as she did. It felt of wrong, that she was here making friends and laughing and Harry and Ron were gone. She missed them so much. It was like a constant ache that was always there and wouldn't go away. 'I love you guys', she thought desperately, 'I 'am doing this for you '. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn't stop the pain from overcoming her. She felt her throat close up and become sore and her eyes began to water. Clenching her teeth she swallowed a sob.

Suddenly she felt someone shaking her. "Laura, Laura. Are you alright?" Hermione blinked away the tears and looked up. "Are you well?" asked Emily. She was looking at Hermione with concern, her mouth in a frown, with scared eyes. Looking around she saw the others looking at her with concern. Except Vivian who seemed to be interested in only finishing the remainder of her meal. She swallowed, "I' am fine" she said thickly. Giving a small smile she replied, "Just a little home sick that's all". The others smiled with relief.

"Don't' you worry about that" Derrick chirped, "We'll take good care of you. Show you your classes, help you with work, and I personally", placing a hand to his heart, "will personally escort you to all the Quidditch matches"

Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled, "You better watch it with the promises, I might just hold you to it". His smile became 100 watt.

"Well then my dear Miss Walker, seeing that the entire table listening to our conversation and I'm getting very sick of people elbowing my in the side and people whispering 'what is she like', how about you meet the rest of the house". He finished the last line over his shoulder down the table. Suddenly people, and Hermione noticed a lot of boys, were suddenly leaning forward asking question and trying to talk to her. She smiled uncomfortably and prepared herself for the next half other of dinner to being the center of attention.

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Hermione laid in her four-poster bed in the Ravenclaw Chambers that where located conveniently near the library, Hermione's favorite place in Hogwarts. She sighed. It felt so odd to be sleeping anywhere else but Gyrffindore Tower with her two roommates.

After dinner the six of them showed Hermione where the Chambers were. Even though she was from the future she still had no idea where they were located. It was a slow process as Derrick stopped even two feet to point to something that she just had to see, as it was so important. Also Emily talked nonstop about the history of the school. Hermione already knew this, but played alone. It was really refreshing to be with a person so much like herself. She couldn't help smiling when she though of Rick. Derrick said to call him that. He said that Derrick was too long and formal and that wasn't what he was about. Hermione couldn't agree more. He was like the Weasley twins Fred and George, Ron's older brother, and like Harry and Ron all mixed together. She also learned that he played Quidditch and, as he put it he was, "the best damn seeker that there ever was and ever will be". She didn't have the heart to tell him differently.

After saying good night to the boys the girls had proceeded to go to their dorms and get ready for bed. They were the only girls in their years in Ravenclaw so it was nice to have the dorm all to their selves.

When they got there, there was a school barn owl waiting on Hermione's would-be bed. Frowning she wondered who it was from. Without reading all of it she told the others it was from the Headmaster and said that her stuff would be here in the morning.

It was then that Hermione almost had a panic attack. 'My wand!!!' she thought frantically. 'I don't have a freaking wand! Lucius Malfoy took it and I never got it back! I don't even have any schoolbooks and equipment'.

Sitting on her bed and taking deep breaths she tried not to wake the other girls. 'Okay, Okay', she figured, 'this is bad, very, very BAD!'. Panting she took a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the month. She picked up the letter.

Dear Miss Walker

It was occurred to me that due to your situation that you would need books and clothing. I have looked over the classes you told me you would have been taking and was able to enlist you in them all. However you will have to drop one class as the use of your time turner in no longer able.

You are also without your wand. I have looked for one that was similar to the one you described to me and was able to get a hold of it.

Your books, timetable, wand, and other things like potion equipment will be delivered by morning. There will also be a catalog of clothing and other things you will need, such as whatever it is you females do to yourselves these days. All you have to do is point to the object with your wand and say the spell 'retireveo'. You will also be given a note saying that you are allowed to go to Hogsmeade and some money for personal use.

I will also give you back your time-turner. I am afraid that there is nothing that can be done. You must remain here until the magic within it was regenerated enough to send you home. This, I'm afraid will take months, around graduation about.

My deepest regrets, and fondest wishes Miss Walker.

Professor Albus Dumbledore

Transfiguration teacher

P.S. If you have any concerns or are in need of any help the Heads are Lucy Clucker of Hufflepuff, and Tom Riddle of Slytherin.

Hermione smiled happily. Dumbledore was amazing. The man was truly a genesis. He had figured out everything perfectly. She frowned as she looked at the last part. Tom Riddle. Tom Riddle the Headboy. Tom Riddle the future Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort. The murderer of Myrtle and hundreds of others to come. Also the reason she was currently in the 1940's. She didn't even remember seeing him in the Great Hall. She was too busy with the Ravenclaw's to look at the Slytherin's.

Hermione snuggled into her bed. This was the 'boy' who, if she was correct fell in love with her and tried to destroy the Wizarding world. 'All I have to do is avoid him at all times so that he won't get close to me and fall in love', she thought. 'Just stay as far away from him'.

As she drifted off to sleep, a nagging thought entered her mind. Voldemort said that every thing that he did, he did because he loved her. If he loved her so much, did that mean she loved him too?

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Sunlight flittered into the dorm through the high windrows. Hermione groaned as the sunlight hit her eyes. 'Where the hell am I'. Suddenly she remembered and fell back onto the bed wishing things would just go back to the way things were.

Sighing she sat up and looked around. The dorm was empty, and the clock on the wall said 7:30am. Classes started at 8:30, so if she hurried she could make it to breakfast and not be late. At the foot of the bed was a trunk. Opening it she found another letter from Dumbledore.

Miss Walker

In here is your new wand, robes, books, timetable and catalog. Have a nice first day, and I will see you in Transfiguration.

Professor Dumbledore

Hermione slipped on her new robes and looked in the mirror. 'Wow' she thought with a smile. 'I just my mother was right. Blue really is was perfect color.'

After doing her morning rituals and combing her hair and putting on make-up that the other girls left behind. Again her mother's doing. She said she was tired of her daughter looking like a twelve year old. She got her new wand and looked at her timetable. First class was Charms, then Ancient Runes, and Potions this morning. Hermione got her required books and put then in her book-bag that was also in the trunk. Looking in catalog, she decided to pick out clothes and other stuff in the evening.

Glancing at the clock she saw it was 8:00. 'Oh no, I have to hurry or I might be late'. Hermione quickly through everything into the trunk and raced out of the Chambers into the hall to the Charms classroom, praying desperately that it was in the same place as it was in 1997.

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Jacob Hanover was whistling a happy tune as was he and his quiet companion walked alone the hallways towards Transfiguration. Jacob glanced sideways and grinned from ear to ear; he then started to whistle louder. Tom Riddle's left eye twitched. "Must you do that Hanover? It is very irritating. Why are you walking with me anyways? You know I prefer to be along". This was said with no emotion. Like someone stating the weather, but Jacob knew Tom hated it. Tom hated anything, in his opinion, that brought joy to others. That was why it was so much fun. Although Hanover was scared of Tom, the temptation to annoy him was too much.

"Well", he began stretching. "As a matter of fact whistling helps me prepare for a long day of classes, so yes I must do it". He smirked, "And as for walking with you, I'm doing no such thing. We are merely going to the same place at the same time. It was all consequences.

Tom frowned and began to walk faster. He heard Hanover's chuckling behind him. "Oh your no fun Riddle. But if you insist on being alone all the time I will take the long way to the class. But it will be on your head if I'm late and have detention." The following footsteps could be heard turning right and were soon out of hearing range.

Tom slow down to his regular pace. Hanover's parting words echoed in his head, "but if you insist on being alone all the time". He didn't insist on being along, it was just the way it was. The sun was yellow; the grass green, Tom was alone. Always alone. Always.

He shook his head. Where did these thoughts come from, he hated people. Especially muggles. Muggles were judgmental and cruel. He eyes harded hardened as he remembered his own childhood. The children from the orphanage where he had grown up always teased and tormented him for being different. The matrons there thought he was strange and weird. As he got older all of them became scared of them. He remembered the whispers behind closed doors and the looks. 'Don't go near Tom, something bad will happen to you', 'That Riddle boy is a strange one, there is no doubting that', 'No wonder no one ever took him home, who would want him'. He heard, but he never cried, in fact he couldn't remember if he had ever cried. It was the truth. He was strange and weird and no one ever wanted him. Not then as a child and most certainly not now that he was a teenager.

Tom clenched his teeth, and his fists were white with rage. 'What the hell I'm I doing', he though. 'They were damn right to be scared of me. They don't know what I can do.'

He smirked as his blue eyes took on a fierce glow. 'But they will, they will all know. I have more power then anyone can dream of. I'm Slytherin's heir. What does it matter that I'm alone. Friends are for the weak. They can easily betray you at anytime, and tell your secrets to your worst enemy. And love!' he thought the word with the most foulest of loathing. 'What is love anyway,' he thought. 'It is only a emotion that gets in the way of things.' In all his seventeen years he had never loved nor was loved by anyone. Those around him all his life gave him fear, hatred, pity, envy, suspicion. Teachers and girls gave him adoration as well as pride. People didn't need love. He didn't. He liked who he was, cold, cunning, and heartless, love would just get in the way of this. He got along just fine without it. He was content with being alone.

But even with all his talk and his hatred of the world, he couldn't completely block out that nagging voice in the back of his head that kept saying, 'alone, always alone, always'.

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Hermione panted as she quickly walked towards her first class. She had fifteen minutes but she wanted to get there early to prepare herself for class. She had just turned a corner when BANG! Books and parchment and bags went flying as Hermione and whoever she had ran into fell onto the ground and went rolling over each other at least two times before bumping into the wall and stopping. Hermione had her eyes closed and cried out as she hit the wall and the other person can to stop on top of her. She groaned as she felt pain sweep her head, back, and shoulder from where she hit the wall. Not to mention the person currently lying on top of her.

She heard a similar groan from above her and decided that she wasn't the only on in a little pain, also that the other person was male. 'Oh why wasn't I watching where I was going?,' she asked herself. 'Better see who it is and say sorry'. She gingerly opened her eyes and saw dark hair. The mystery person then decided it was time to move and began to shift. Hermione became conscience of more then the pain, so suddenly felt the position in which the two of them were in. Hermione lay on her back, the stranger lay on top of her full body and also between her legs. Her knees were bent and her legs spend wide, the guy lay fully between then, his waist touching the apex of her legs. Hermione's face went red, and it also didn't help that the guy was now moving. She could feel him moving sideways between her private parts. She began to move her body to try to get him off; this only made the feelings and friction between them greater. She heard a gasp and his head suddenly came up, and Hermione found herself staring into a pair of beautiful light blue eyes.

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Tom groaned as his body and the body of the biggest idiot in the world came to a stop. He, being the lucky one, ended on top. Tom had his eyes closed as be tried to control his temper. 'Stupid idiots, who don't watch where they're going'.

He had been walking along, grateful that his self pity period was over and he was able to get back to his old cold self when he rounded a corner, only to be slammed into be some opposing force and knocked to the ground. For a person who spent years working on his self-image this was an awful thing to happen. If anyone were to come by and see him in this funny position his reputation would be ruined!!

He quickly tried to get up, but as he was still a little dizzy he was only able to wiggle around. This caused him to become extremely aware of the fact that there was a body beneath him. A female body. His body was between her legs, and his head rested on her very soft breast. Tom's cheeks went red. 'I'll hex anyone, even a teacher if they find me like this', he thought darkly as he swallowed. He began to move, trying to get up, as he suddenly felt the persons body begin to move too. The friction was incredible and the heat was intense. Tom felt the blood enter his lower regions and begin to stiffen. He gasped and his head shot up, and he made eye contact with the most beautiful eyes that he had ever seen. Lovely hazel, with gold and green.

Tom quickly rolled off her and turned away trying to compose himself. What the hell was the matter with him! How in the world could he let himself he affected by a moving body and pretty eyes? It was absurd. He cast a cooling charm on himself that got rid of any lingering effects, which was poking up and clearly visible for all to see. When he turned around he was once again the cold, cunning Tom Riddle.

The girl was on her feet and had already collected all of her things as she turned towards him. He jumped to his feet and glared are her.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going, and I didn't see you", she breathe. Tom noticed she also looked a little flushed.

"Well you should have been looking ahead and watching", he replied coldly. Tom looked her up and down. Ravenclaw he saw, 'I wonder why I never seen her before'.

"As I said I'm sorry. It is my first day and I didn't want to be late you see". She held out her hand, "I'm Laura Walker, the new Ravenclaw".

Tom looked at the hand extended towards him. So this was the Ravenclaw Hanover was talking about. She really was a breath-taking beauty. He blushed remember the feel of her body under his. He quickly grasped her hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Slytherin. Now if you don't mind I, as well as you, will be late for class, so farewell". He waved his wand and his book-bag, filled with his books came to him.

She smiled at him. Not a smile like the others gave him. Not full of pity, envy or lust, but a sweet, beautiful smile that one would give to a friend. Tom stiffened as she walked up to him. He eyed her suspiciously She stepped right beside him, reached up and…..kissed him. Right on the cheek. Tom's eyes went hugh. "I really I' am sorry", she said again.

She turned and walked away. Just before she turned the corner she called out, "What's your name, you never told me". "It's Tom Riddle", he called before turning and walking away. A hand gently touching the place where her lips had touched his cheek, a warm feeling, the likes of which he had never known coursing though his body.

Leaving Hermione Granger standing in the corridor with a look of complete horror and shock on her face, before she turned and ran to her classroom, with five minutes to spare.

Two minds echoed the same thing, one in complete despair, the other in confusion, 'What just happened?'

Sorry it took so long guys. I have been really busy. I hope you like it. No bad review please. I hope you like my Tom Riddle, I do.

Please, Please, Please review.

I plan to make David a larger character in the future. I really like him.