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Chapter 2- Shocking Revelations and Ninja Missions

Elena woke up once again to the ringing of that blasted alarm clock… and she didn't even charm it this time. She looked out of her window. The sky was a pale mauve just beginning to darken. Oh shit, she had to meet Professor Snape. Who knows what the creepy, greasy-haired headmaster had in store for her. Not wanting to be late and punished, Elena got out of bed going straight for the headmaster's office.

With her luck she prayed she hopefully wouldn't bump into…

"Oi, Colden didn't see you at Charms this afternoon. Is it true you ran to your room crying to you mummy after Professor Carrow cursed you? Oh wait, your mummy doesn't even want you; you poor little thing."

Stay calm Elena don't blow up, you know what happened last time.

"You heinous little bi-" But she couldn't finish that sentence. "Miss Colden, I suggest you keep your temper controlled or I might be forced to set you right. This is the second time I've caught you shouting at Miss Flint. Follow me." Marquisse smirked that evil, vile smirk on her pretty little face. Elena wanted to punch her, but she held back.

Once they reached Professor Snape's office, he faced her. "Miss Colden, I suggest you consider what you're about to say before mouthing off, if someone other than I, say Professor Carrow showed up, he wouldn't think twice before using the Cruciatus curse on you again."

"Why are you being nice to me?" she asked suspiciously as Snape was behaving pretty…scratch that, very uncharacteristically. Usually he would sneer and set her some horrible detention that would involve her doing something she really didn't want to do and him enjoying her pain and discomfort.

Snape simply smiled mysteriously, "I know you think this highly out of character as you have assumed I've been on the Dark Lord's side this whole time, but you of all people should know appearances are deceiving." Elena narrowed her eyes. "Why don't you speak to professor Dumbledore for yourself?"

That did it. How DARE he speak about Professor Dumbledore when he had single-handedly killed the kind, old yet somewhat crazy man who was her headmaster for her first year? Elena voiced her thoughts and Snape merely smiled. As much as that creeped her out, she continued on her verbal assault, "Dumbledore was a million times the man you'll ever be you lying, manipulating, cowardly, pathetic…"

"I suggest you stop right there Miss Colden", she heard a voice behind the headmaster say.

"Pr-pr-professor Dumbledore?" She gaped. Snape actually kept his portrait in his office? Bloody hell, the surprises just kept coming and coming didn't they?

"I know you don't believe Professor Snape in the slightest, but he's telling the truth." Elena's mouth fell open…well it was already open, it just…expanded…for lack of a better word, "Miss Colden, Professor Snape has been on our side all along, feeding me information on Voldemort. If you don't believe us, take a look at this," he gestured towards a-a, a bowl-like-thingy, Elena settled on, in the corner of the room.

Elena put her head into the bowl, which the professor told her was called a Pensieve, (into some strange half liquid half gas substance) and soon everything around her faded out and she found herself in the headmasters office, except it certainly looked different from how it did now.

"In short, the boy has had a death sentence pronounced as surely as I have," said

Dumbledore. "Now, I should have thought that the natural successor to the job, once Draco fails, is yourself?

There was a short pause.

"That, I think, is the dark lords plan."

"Lord Voldemort foresees a moment in the near future when he will not need a spy at Hogwarts?"

"He believes the school be in his grasp, yes."

"And if it does fall into his grasp," said Dumbledore, "I have your word that you will do all in your power to protect the students at Hogwarts?" Snape gave a stiff nod. "Good. Now then…"

Their conversation went on something about a Draco Malfoy which Elena didn't understand.

Snape raised his eyebrows and his tone was sardonic as he asked, "Are you intending to let him kill you?"

"Certainly not, you must kill me."

There was a loud silence. "Would you like me to do it now or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?" asked Snape his voice heavy with irony. "Oh not yet," said Dumbledore smiling, "I daresay the moment will present itself in due course, given what has happened tonight, he indicated his withered hand, we can be sure that it will happen within a year."

"If you don't mind dying let Draco do it?"

(By now Elena figured out this 'Draco' was the 'hot' sixth year Carmen had an obsessive crush on. Wasn't he the one who turned death eater?)They went on talking until their conversation once again caught her fancy.

"I ask this one great favour of you Severus, because death is coming for me, as surely as the Chudley cannons will finish the bottom of this year's league. I confess I should prefer a quick, painless exit to the protracted and messy affair it will be if, for instance Greyback is involved- I hear Voldemort has recruited him… or dear Bellatrix who likes to play with her food before she eats it." His tone was light. At last Snape gave another curt nod and Dumbledore seemed satisfied, "Thank you Severus."

Elena felt the memory slipping away and she was back in the real world. What. The. Hell. Was. That.

"You were just in a memory, Miss Colden; this was what had gone on six years ago. See, it was not Professor Snape who killed me, well, technically it was but I had to force him to," the portrait chuckled. Elena was still too shocked to respond.

Professor Dumbledore continued, "The reason we have brought you in tonight is because we need your help. You are the only one left in Hogwarts who still wants the world back to how it was before, you're the only one who cares enough to want to do something about it. Miss Colden, we want you to help us in this…mission…if that's what we could call it."

"A mission, sir?" Elena asked, envisioning herself as a ninja wearing a black mask, cart-wheeling through laser beams just like she had seen in the muggle movies. Now she was interested.

"Not the kind of mission you're imagining, Miss," Professor Dumbledore continued with a twinkle in his eye (well, if portraits would have a twinkle in their eye), "Well, I must get going, I have a tea party Sir Cadogean and the Fat Lady, Professor Snape will brief you on the mission."

"Wait! But how will I get into my common room if the Fat Lady is off to tea?" Elena protested but the professor was gone.

"Ahem," the greasy-haired-hooked-nose-Professor, who wasn't the lying coward Elena thought, interrupted.

"I know this mission is unexpected and we understand fully if you do not wish to go through with it but we need someone willing, and you are the perfect candidate for the job."

"I'll do it Sir," Elena said readily, she was willing to get out of the school, especially since she was a complete social reject, had no friends, and everyone else hated the ground they claimed she strutted on.

"Miss Colden, if you may, please take a seat this might take a while."

"So wait, let me get this straight, you want me to go back in time and kill Lord Voldemort when he was still a teenager?" her voice was incredulous, "Are you kidding? We're talking about the future evil, dark lord here. How on earth am I supposed to do that?" It was true, she was starting to get a little too paranoid. How could SHE defeat the darkest wizard of all time…well, a quick avada kedavra while he was asleep could work but she wasn't so sure she could do that. She couldn't torture Carrow, the most evil ruthless person she knew (second to Voldemort of course), how would she kill teenage-Voldemort?

"I didn't say kill, Miss Colden, there are other ways of stopping him from sealing his fate as the darkest wizard of all time."

"Other ways? Like what?" She questioned.

"Befriend him, the only reason Lord Voldemort is who…or what he is today is because he never had anyone who loved him or cared for him. As a young child, he was abandoned by his mother at a Muggle Orphanage where everyone hated him. His muggle father left his mother after finding out she was pregnant and a witch. In Hogwarts he had many admirers, but never any true friends. If you succeed in giving him a friend who he could trust, you could change him mind about the world, show him that there are people who care about him. Consider it, Miss Colden, you could prevent so many deaths, your two best friends would be alive when you get back, the world would be a different, better place." Snape continued before grimacing, "God I sound like Dumbledore, the old fool."

"Why would he want to be my friend anyway? I'm a Gryffindor? Doesn't he like hate us?" She asked.

"I'll let you figure out how you befriend him yourself." Holy shit was that a wink? Severus Snape never winks. And what does he mean by how? "…Here is a file with all the information you need to help succeed, it's got information about his past, your false identity slips, forged hogsmead letters, etcetera. We leave tomorrow morning, pack your things, read up on some of the facts I've provided you with. Good luck. Oh, and I suggest you transfigure your clothes so you fit in with the times, just read the books in the file, they've got everything you need."

"Uhh, thanks Professor, I'll be off…"

To say Elena was shocked would be an understatement. When she heard mission she did not expect travelling back sixty years in time to, of all things, become friends with -she shuddered- the teenage Voldemort. He probably looked just like he did now, except smaller but still snake-like and ugly.

She walked back to the dormitory –thank Merlin the fat lady was still there, and picked up the file Professor Snape had given her to read. There were old Hogwarts records, "Fashion of the 1940s" and details about her fake back-story. Apparently Voldemort was this guy called 'Tom Riddle'. That was probably the most unlikely name for an evil person, Elena thought, it sounded…ordinary, plain, not-evil. "He won a special service to the school award?" she gasped out aloud. Didn't the teachers realise he was the very epitome of evil? Were they that blind? And he got perfect grades too? Wow, the surprises just kept on coming.

Elena packed her trunk, transfiguring her skirts so they fell a bit below her knee. She wondered laughingly about how the people back then would react if she showed up wearing the skirts she normally wore. Just for jokes, she threw in a couple, without transfiguring them, along with some muggle shorts, vests and her favourite SpongeBob pyjamas. Yes, it was embarrassing, but she was emotionally attached to them and the memories that came along.

She also threw in her lyrics book and she shrunk her guitar so it fit in her trunk. Finally, Elena packed in the photo of herself with Camilla and Carmen, before shutting the trunk and falling asleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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