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~Ministry Of Magic~ End Of 5th Year~

The rest of the year had passed by quickly. Umbridge was as irritating as she had been at the beginning, if not worse, and Hermione was frustrated with the lack of spell and defense knowledge that her brain could take in.

The DA had been the perfect distraction for her, but of course, that was taken away too.

Frustration was starting to boil over in her. Dumbledore still had not told her what Professor Snape had been talking about, back in Grimmauld Place over Christmas, and the Headmaster had disappeared with the revealing of the DA, and the Potions Master had been watching her even more now than he had been before.

She was annoyed and confused, kept in the dark.

Hermione did not like being kept in the dark.

But now, she was truly 'in the dark'; her, Harry, Ron, Luna, Neville and Ginny were inside the Ministry Of Magic, and right now, Hermione was searching for Harry. She could hear the shouting, the endless chanting of spells and taunting comments and the evil manic laughter which could only mean one thing; he was here…

Hermione was running as fast as she could, through the little corridors, trying to find Harry, as she had been since he'd run off after Bellatrix Lestange.

"Harry?" she screamed, fearfully. She heard Voldemort's voice die down slightly, whilst Harry's got louder, more confident.

"AVADA KEDAV-"

"PROTEGO!"

"CRUCIO!"

"STUPIFY!"

"HAD ENOUGH YET POTTER?" The smugness in his voice was eminent; he didn't believe he could be beaten, "READY TO GIVE YOURSELF UP?" he snorted.

Harry's anger was boiling, and he rapidly threw as many spells as he could name off the top of his head, towards the Dark Lord

He was distracted by his anger, so he couldn't see the large boulder, most likely from the demolished walls that surrounded them, flying towards his head. Hermione leapt out of the shadows and pushed Harry away as the rock smashed into the back of her head, propelling her forwards, landing just a few feet before him. Her head was bleeding heavily and she could feel her consciousness draining from her.

Voldemort swiftly kicked her side, flipping her over, and glared down at her.

"How dare you get involved in someone else's battle!" he snarled, "You impotent little Mudblood!"

He hissed slightly, before addressing Harry once more, "Any last words to your little Mudblood friend?" he smirked, raising his wand and aiming it at her head.

"Are you sure you want to do that, Tom?" A strong voice enquired.

Voldemort's head snapped up to watch Dumbledore as the man stepped out of the dazzling green flames from the Floo. He hesitated slightly, confused and irritated, "She's a filthy Mudblood, Albus." He growled, "Surely you remember that I feel no remorse for her kind."

"Look into her eyes, Tom." Dumbledore was approaching slowly, one hand spinning a dusty yellow ball that was much like Harry's prophecy had looked like. Harry could read very few of the words written on the front, Hermione's name, and the hint of another, "Tell me… who does she looks like?"

Voldemort furrowed his brow and glanced down once at the girl below him before it snapped, "Amelie?" His eyes widened and he looked back up to Dumbledore, "But… Amelie was older… is older?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "That's not Amelie," he said, "That is her daughter."

Hermione was lying beneath him on the floor, hair splayed out either side of her head, like a halo. Blood was seeping through the bushy strands.

"Daughter? This is Amelie's daughter? She… she looks just like…" he stammered, "How could I not have… I almost…" Voldemort fell to his knees before the girl and lifted her head from the floor.

Harry stepped forward slightly with his wand held aloft, ready to cast a curse, but Dumbledore's hand stopped him, "Leave this, Harry," he whispered, "This is not your battle."

"Not my battle?" he gasped, "I've been fighting this battle since I was born, and my father died for it, and now you're telling me to leave it?"

Voldemort dropped to his knees, reaching a hand out to lift Hermione's head off of the floor, "What's her name?" he asked. He was casting a few charms, quickly, shakily, sobbing and gasping, trying to stop the blood flow. She lay unconscious in his arms.

Dumbledore put a hand on Harry's shoulder and nodded for him to speak.

"Hermione… Hermione Granger," he said, slowly.

Voldemort's eyes flickered up to meet Harry's and Harry took a deep breath from the difference that was eminent in his face. His eyes were dark now, not red, and his skin, it was softer, less pale. He seemed to have emotion, a single expression.

"Is it her, Albus?" he asked. His breath was short, shocked, afraid.

Another Floo erupted behind Harry, but before he could turn to look, Severus Snape was stalking up the steps, towards Voldemort. He knelt down, slightly in front of him, and looked Voldemort in the eyes.

The Dark Lord backed down.

Harry watched, eyes wide, as Severus pulled Hermione's unconscious body into his lap, and turned her head slightly to the side.

Voldemort stood and faced Severus, "You knew?" he shouted, angrily, "You knew and never told me!"

"I only found out at the end of the summer, my Lord," Severus murmured, pouring a Blood Replenishing Potion down Hermione's throat, "I had to be sure before I told you."

Angrily, Voldemort nodded, before placing a hand on Severus' shoulder and apparating the three away.

Harry stood, glaring angrily at the empty space his nemesis had been standing.

"Professor!" he growled, "How could you let that happen?"

Dumbledore tapped his wand to the name tags on the prophecy, smirking.

"There are some things that I cannot change, Harry. Your prophecy was not one of them, but hers was." He smiled, his eyes twinkling, "Trust me Harry, this will end for the better." The older man patted the younger on the shoulder, before also apparating out.

Harry stretched a hand out to catch the falling orb. His eyes widened as he read the two names inscribed on the front.

A.L.R to S.T.S

Hermione Jean Granger [Snape] and Tom Marvolo Riddle

~Riddle Manor~

Hermione's eyes fluttered open and tried to sit up, wincing as she moved. A hand stopped her, just held in front of her, but not touching.

"Don't move," whispered a voice. Hermione lifted her head slightly to look into the eyes of Professor Snape, "You need to rest."

She furrowed her eyebrow at him and fell back cautiously, onto the pillow. She winced again, a sharp, shooting pain hitting the back of her skull.

The bed felt... right. It wasn't her one from Grimmauld Place, that much she was certain. Just from the walls, she could tell.

The walls were just… stone. The bed sheets were black and plain silk. The small room seemed almost empty from furniture aside from the king sized bed, the two chairs on either side, a chest of drawers, a wardrobe and a bookshelf, which was full of books she had never read before.

"What happened?" she muttered.

"You confronted Voldemort," he muttered. He moved his chair closer to her and leant forwards, brushing the hair out of her eyes. He was too gentle for the Severus Snape that Hermione remembered, but she said nothing, just continued to watch him, brown meeting black.

"And then what happened?" she whispered, "Why aren't I dead?"

"Dumbledore arrived. He spoke to Voldemort, told him the truth-"

"'The truth'? What truth?"

Severus winced and sighed heavily, "That, I am not sure you are ready to hear."

Hermione groaned, "I want to know. You can't keep saying things like this and then expecting me to just carry on!"

"Just sleep, Hermione," Severus whispered, "We will explain everything to you in time."

Hermione growled, but followed his instructions, closing her eyes and waiting for sleep to take her.

Her dreams were full of dark eyes. One set were almost black and crinkled with age, smiling down at her with joy. Another set matched the same expression, but with Hermione's eye colour.

The last were almost as dark as the first, but were softer, and looked at Hermione with such happiness.

She wasn't pleased when she woke up, until she realized that those very eyes were looking down at her.

And that concludes Chapter Two!

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Tom Riddle/Hermione:

The Tale Of A Twisted Love by myheart112810

Summary:

During a mission bent on revenge Hermione is tossed into the past with none other then TomRiddle himself. MATURE! Rape/torture/angst/romance/death read and review-they keep me going.

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