Knox

Chapter one- A kidnapping and Teenage needs

It's been a crazy few months, Harry was kidnapped by Wormtail with Cedric, and witnessed Voldemort's rebirth into a 14 year old body, Wormtail was tried and found guilty of being a death eater, and for framing Sirius Black, who was immediately cleared of all charges. As well as Professor Moody found to be a polyjuiced Death eater and the real Moody held in a trunk for nearly a full year.

Hermione was very confused of Voldemort's actions; Harry explained it all to her when Ron wouldn't listen, everything that happened in the graveyard was now running through her head, and jotted down on a notebook, While Hermione tried to make sense of it, even his tip: "Dumbledore is an old fool, who only cares for himself"

Hermione sighed and fell back on her bed, looking up at the moon shinning from her window, summer break just started, it was late, and maybe if she slept she might have more luck thinking in the morning.

Tom was curious, learning from the elder Malfoy about Harry and his friends, the muggle born, Hermione Granger was a mystery to him, and he liked solving mysteries. How could a regular muggle born be one of the smartest students in Hogwarts, even passing some in 7th year he learned, and it intrigued him. He watched her when the break started, silently and skillfully he learned her personality her likes and dislikes, just weeks into the break he was very amused as she tried and failed at trying to figure him out from what Harry told her. It was totally obvious she was a Slytherin, Dumbledore must have fiddled with the sorting hat, same with those Weasley Twins he heard about, pranksters Malfoy said 'snakes in a lion's den' She's ambitious in her studies, wanting all the knowledge she can get her hands on, while cunning in getting what she wants or getting things to go her way. Tom watched as she huffed and fell back on her bed to sleep after poring over her notes again.

Tonight, he's gonna set his plan and get Hermione on his side, plus she isn't that bad looking.

Hermione rolled over in her sleep, waking up because her mind was too busy to sleep long, rubbing her eyes and readying herself to study her notes more, she realised it was too quiet in her house, she couldn't her dad snoring from down the hall, and he always snored, and her mom talked in her sleep she couldn't hear her mumbling. A quick look at the clock on her nightstand said it was three in the morning, they should be sleeping. Panic gripped at her heart as she shot up in her bed ready to run to them but instead on an empty room she met with a teen, around her age, with dark brown almost red eyes gleaming in the moon light, black hair mixing with the shadows, Voldemort. She was about to scream when he shot forward, pushing her onto her back and pillows, his warm hand covering her mouth, "Shh" he smiled, almost playfully like he won something.

Hermione's eyes widened in fear as his wand came into view, his eyes was the last thing she saw as she was hit with a sleeping charm.

Hermione woke on a comfortable couch, a light blanket covering her pajama clad body. She jumped up looking around her in shock, she remembered Harry's description of Voldemort was in her bedroom, and shot her with a sleeping charm. Why? She instantly thought, why not kill me?

"I didn't kill you because I wanted to talk"

She spin on her heal, to see Voldemort, the boy sitting on another couch, a cup of tea in his hands. "Where am I? Where are my parents?"

Voldemort took a sip of his drink and calmed looked at her "You are in my home, and your parents are safe, still in their bed asleep with a sleeping charm. Come, sit"

Hermione hesitantly made her way to the couch opposite him, "Did you read my mind?"

"No, it's quite normal that when someone woke from a kidnapping to ask themselves why they weren't killed at the start"

Hermione glared at him "what do you want?"

"To talk is that any problem? I'm sure you have questions on why I let Potter go back at the graveyard" he smiled mischievously as Hermione's eyes looked interested, but went back to glaring in a heartbeat.

Hermione took in her apparent enemy she had to say he was gorgeous; she could get lost in those rustic brown eyes. So she had to be careful not to fall for his charm. She knew he wasn't going to attack her or he would have done it already, and his actions Harry told her about didn't suggest he was a ruthless killing machine, or liked killing very much.

"I though you hate muggles and muggle-borns" she started, still watching with a glare, which disappeared when Voldemort burst into laughter, taking her by surprise.

"W-what?!"

"Do all of you believe everything that dope Dumbledore tells you?" he hardened his eyes "You should look closer than that"

"Then why did you kill all those people in the last war?" she retaliated, Voldemort stayed calm "if you read the reports on the battle, you would see the truth"

Hermione growled "You're not giving me straight answers"

"Why should I?" he raised an eye brown, his smile hidden by his tea cup as he drank.

"You're the one who wanted to talk!" Hermione was fed up with his attitude and nearly forgot he was the dark lord and hardened herself once again.

"You know it's no fun when someone gives you all the answers"

Hermione's eyes widened, this man, boy is smart, Hermione acknowledged his cunning, and nodded, she couldn't help but agree, someone giving you the answers was like cheating and it's more fun to figure it out on your own. "What is your plan?" she asked, with a sigh

That made him smile widely "To rule Britain!"

Hermione sputtered "w-what, why?"

"Because Dumbledore and the British ministry are ruining it" he stated, it almost sounded sad.

"But… the killing, you killed Harry's parents and the whole war…"

"Mostly made up by Dumbledore" Voldemort leaned forward, "I'll tell you this because you wouldn't be able to figure it out anyway. I didn't kill Potter's parents, we were actually friends, and they were on my side. Dumbledore has manipulated the entire British wizarding community into thinking there was a war in the first place."

That shocked Hermione enough to lean back on the couch "B-but…"

"Lies" is all Voldemort said, "Though I have to say my group has gotten carried away at some parts…"

"Who- Dumbledore?"

Voldemort was silent, watching as Hermione unraveled the his secrets "Then… but… no, if it was him… then placing him with the Dursleys when he knew full well they were abusing him, making the philosophers stone so easy to get to testing him, fighting the basilisk, and bring dementors to the school, it was all to test him, and control him?!" Hermione grabbed at her hair finally getting it. Voldemort didn't say anything, only contributing to the fact he agreed with a slight nod. "Oh my god…but what if you're lying?"

"You'll have to trust me"

Hermione wearily watched him, he's never acted like the stories and Dumbledore ever said… he's just looked and been a Slytherin, maybe a bit over ambitious, wanting to rule Britain and ok with anything to get his way... there was nothing to suggest he hasn't been trust worthy, well he did kidnap me just to talk to me…

"Why kidnap me, why not speak in my house?"

"You've got listening charms all over the place" he shrugged. That appalled Hermione listening charms someone was spying on her? "Dumbledore?"

De-aged Voldemort didn't say anything, but she knew he agreed, they nearly think the same he had to admit, she too would probably do anything to get her way, or prove she'd right. Maybe she was a Slytherin instead of a Gryffindor…

Tom was beginning to really like this girl more and more throughout their chat, and he made up his mind, together they will rule, fairly she's lighter than he, and would balance him out. He would never admit it in a million years though. Now he's got her confused of her loyalties he was the better choice, all he had to do was make her fall for him. Maybe it was the teenage hormones running through his new body made finished the decision for him, but he didn't care. "I still don't trust you"

He smiled "You will, in time"

"If what you say is true what do you want me to do?" oh, he liked her questions, always right to the point. "Join me"

He could see she was still conflicted, "I'll let you think on it, watch Dumbledore closely, and choose for yourself who to trust or not"

A wave of his wand had a mug hovering in front of her grasp "And my parents?"

"Will wake up when you arrive home, not remembering anything other than sleeping"

She'll trust him, when his word comes true. She grabbed the mug without hesitating and disappeared from his sitting room.

She trusts him, or she wouldn't have taken the Portkey, she may not want to believe it, but she does. With a content and sly smiled Tom lazed back on his couch and conjured himself some fizzy soda, internally damning his teenage taste for drinks.