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CHAPTER-2

Hermione woke up and immediately realized that she was in a hospital bed. She squinted her eyes to adjust to the sunlight streaming in. She then remembered where she was and sat up with a start. She turned around and saw Harry lying in a bed at a far corner and it seemed like he was waking up too. Hermione noticed a daily prophet lying on the bedside table and took it out to see the date. She was shocked as she read 2-9-1944. If she was right they were in school with the younger version of Lord Voldemort. Now that was a serious mistake. Harry took in her appearance and scooted over to her. He took the Newspaper out of Hermione's hands and dropped it immediately after reading the date.

'This is not good' Hermione said panicking and she started to count the years.

'You think' Harry countered.

'What do we do?'

'How did we end up here Hermione?' 'We were supposed to go back' and Harry too started to count. 'He is seventeen now. We won't be able to do anything'

"We still have some hope Harry. And he's only 16 and it is the start of term. We have two years to corner him Harry. We will think of something"

"Doesn't matter"

"It does Harry. He's not Lord Voldemort yet"

"You don't understand, do you?" Harry said pacing back and forth trying to control his temper "He is Lord Voldemort. He has killed Myrtle and made the diary as well"

"Harry what I meant is that he could not have possibly gained so much knowledge about the Dark Arts as his older self does. There's still a chance Harry"

"What are we going to do though?" Harry asked slightly out of breath "I mean people will ask about us"

"They will" said another voice they could recognize anywhere.

"Professor Dumbledore" they both said simultaneously

"Ah, Yes. But I Don't think I've met you before in school"

"No sir. We've heard a lot about you" Hermione said trying to sound convincing.

"I didn't think I was that famous. What are your names?"

"I'm Hermione Broston sir"

"Anyway I would like to know why two young people as yourself popped into my room out of nowhere"

Both Harry and Hermione shared an uneasy glance as they decided to tell the truth or not. Dumbledore seemed to be looking at this exchange with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Well sir, you see our parents were killed during the war against Grindelwald and before they died they flooed us to the only place they thought was safe" said Hermione.

"I am so sorry to hear that, dear. Although I must ask who they were"

They both shared another glance as they tried to remember any wizarding family they knew. At last Hermione seemed to remember something she had learnt in History of Magic.

"His name is Alan Eastwood sir"

"Ah, Yes. I'm so sorry " and Harry just nodded wondering who the hell he was.

"My parents were muggles. They were killed in the war too" Hermione said hoping to heavens that Dumbledore wouldn't prod further.

Then out of nowhere Dumbledore asked "What is to you, my dear?"

"I'm her boyfriend sir" Harry said without a second thought. To say that Hermione was shocked was an understatement but she quickly hid it.

"I believe you both are seventh years at Drumstrang"

"No sir. We're supposed to be doing our sixth year" Hermione said without any second thought. She wanted them to be as close to Riddle as possible.

"Well would you like to join Hogwarts as students" Dumbledore asked beaming.

"Yes sir" they both said smiling for the first time in days.

"Well, I will tell Headmaster Dippet. I suggest you take some food and get ready for the sorting"

After he left Hermione immediately sprang up from her bed and asked 'What was that all about Harry?'

'What was what all about?' Harry countered with a sarcastic edge.

'Don't play dumb with me Potter'

'What?' said Harry with an innocent look.

"Why did you tell him I was your girlfriend?"

"Is being my girlfriend really such an awful thing Hermione" Harry asked her pretending to be hurt.

"You have no idea Harry"

"I thought if I said I was your boyfriend we can be close to each other. We have to be if we want to get rid off Riddle"

"And you had better learn about your family . You might land us in hot water if you don't"

"About that, if he is alive won't we be caught as imposters"

"No. You see Harry the Eastwoods were one of the most popular pureblood families in Germany. They were killed by the followers of Grindelwald and then they set fire to their house. They had a son about your age and they say he escaped but he was not found even in the future. So you're safe as long as you know your family tree which is in History Of Magic chapter 7"

"Wow you really thought that well"

"We must tell Dumbledore of why we're here eventually. He might help us"

"I bet he didn't believe a single word we said"

After an hour Hermione and Harry were in front of the Great Hall doors. As they entered everyone's eyes were fixed on them. They could hear Armando Dippets voice but they weren't listening as they were both looking at Tom Marvolo Riddle sitting at the slyhterin table and he too was looking at them curiously.

As Hermione's name was called she stepped forward and sat on the stool as Dumbledore took the hat and placed it on her head.

'GRYFFINDOR' the hat shouted before even touching her head and she headed over to the cheering table of gryffindors.

Next Harry carefully sat on the stool and the hat once again began to speak in his head.

"Well, well, well . Sorting you once was hard enough"

"You know me"

"Ah yes. I will keep your secrets. I still say you would do well in both the houses but to help your purpose…."

And Harry's fears were confirmed when the hat shouted 'SLYTHERIN' and he walked over to the not so loudly cheering slytherin table.

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