Chapter Fourteen

That night wasn't the last time I went out with Tom Riddle. Over the next month, we went on a date for every Hogsmede weekend. Our relationship was steadily deepening and I often had to remind myself that it was real.

I thought things were perfect, until my wake-up call came the day before winter break.

There was no school that day since all the exams had finished yesterday. I did a rare thing and decided to sleep in. I woke up hearing hushed voices.

"Will you keep it down," I heard someone say. Odd, I thought to myself, that sounded like Tom.

"Sorry my lord," I heard as the whispered reply.

Tom hissed back, "I told you that your orders were to remain undetected, stay low-key. And what do you do? Call a meeting, in my common room, with my girlfriend sleeping next door."

"Sorry, my lord," the other voices replied.

I could picture Tom glaring at them. "Hermione doesn't usually sleep this late, she'll be getting up soon. We will not have another meeting until I say so, are we clear?" There was a paused and I figured that everyone else nodded. "Good. You are to do nothing until you receive orders directly from me telling you to do so. As for now, this death eater meeting is over."

A dear dropped down my cheek as I heard the portrait door close.

I silently got out of bed and opened the door. Tom was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. He took a deep breath.

"Still Lord Voldemort." I said.

Tom's head snapped up and he just looked at me, unable to reply.

Another tear came down my cheek. "I thought you were good, Tom. I must have been wrong."

Tom opened his mouth to defend himself, and my sadness immediately turned to anger.

"Don't say a word, Tom. I thought I had changed you but if you want to stay Voldemort, you'll have to rule without me. We're done."

Tom didn't say anything. He just sat there with his mouth hanging open. His entire face read disbelief, but I didn't care.

I ran out of the common room and headed straight for gryffindor tower. I ran into Lisa half way there and as soon as she realized that I was crying, she said, "Hermione, what's wrong?"

It took me a few moments, but I calmed down enough to choke out, "Lisa, I have to tell you something." I looked around quickly. No one was around. I pulled Lisa into an empty classroom and cast the strongest locking and sound-proofing spells I knew.

"Hermione, you're worrying me. What happened?" Lisa asked.

I had successfully stopped crying, and I took a deep breath. "Lisa, I'm not from France. I can't even speak a word of French other then 'bon jour.'" I saw the confused look on her face and I answered the question that I knew was coming. "Yes, I lied. I lied to every single person here. No one knows my real name or where I actually come from. But you're about to."

Lisa just sat there for a moment before asking. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I can't be completely alone anymore. I may actually start losing my sanity if I don't have a single person who understands."

Lisa's face softened up and I could see the pity in her eyes. It wasn't exactly pity, it was more of an understanding. But with me, those two go hand-in-hand.

"Shoot," she said. I smiled slightly at her. That was the reason I had picked Lisa. Just like Harry, she had a way of calming me down and had an uncanny ability to be understanding in the most crucial of moments.

I went full out and decided to tell her everything. "Your grandson's name is Harry. He has the same jet black hair as you but he has his mother, Lily Evan's, eyes," I told her. Her jaw dropped.

"Hermione, are you a seer? I thought you hated divination," Lily exclaimed.

"No, I'm not a seer." I said. "Harry is one of my best friends."

The confusion she was feeling was evident. "What are you talking about?"

I took a deep breath. "Where I'm from, Harry is my best friend, along with a boy named Ron Weasley. We're a trio, inseparable. Or at least, we were. When Harry was a baby, a dark lord heard a prophecy. This prophecy told of the one who would be able to defeat him. The description of this person, could only have been two people, one of which was Harry. This evil wizard immediately targeted the potter family. Both of Harry's parents were killed because they trusted the wrong man. But Harry survived, and is the only person ever to have survived the killing curse."

I could tell that Lily thought I had lost my mind. "Hermione," she said softly, "You're not making any sens-"

"Harry had to live with his muggle relatives," I said, cutting her off. "They were cruel to him but he was able to escape it when he received his letter from Hogwarts at the age of eleven. That's when we all met. Harry and Ron became fast friends, but I was an outcast. It wasn't until they saved me from troll that I started fitting in." I smiled at the distant memory. "Throughout our years at Hogwarts, we fought countless battles and solved many mysteries. Harry had even faced off against Voldemort a number of times. Even at the age of eleven, Harry still managed to escape. Harry was incredible. He was always brave and strong and loyal. Just like Ron. Our day-to-day life had become fighting in battles and getting in trouble. We were making history.

"Then things changed in out sixth year at Hogwarts. Our headmaster had been murdered by death eaters, followers of Voldemort, at a battle at school. We won that battle but it turned out to just be a diversion. While everyone was grieving over our dumbledore, Voldemort struck again." When I said Dumbledore's name, Lily's jaw dropped again. I could see her figuring everything out and I continued talking. "My parents had been killed the day before, by death eaters also, and I ended up killing their murderer along with so many others." My voice trailed off as I thought about that battle. After a few moments I continued. "We were losing, and by a lot. The other side had already begun taking prisoners. The numbers on our side kept dwindling down. We went from hundreds, down to two, Harry and me. Harry faced off against Voldemort and the battle was over before it began - Harry didn't stand a chance.

"While they were fighting, I killed the remaining death eaters. And then it was just me and Voldemort. I was good at dueling, but not good enough to defeat Voldemort. I knew I had to save everyone somehow so I sent myself here."

Lily stared at me for a while, taking everything in, and I waited patiently. After about five minutes had gone by, she said, "So, if you're best friends with my grandson, and Dumbledore was you head master, and you went to Hogwarts, that means that you're from-"

"Fifty years from now," I finished for her. "And Voldemort in this time, is Tom Riddle."

"Oh. Tom Riddle, right." Liliy blinked twice before passing out.

When I woke Lily up a minute later, I calmed her down before asking, "What do you think?"

"Well," Lily said. "I'm just a bit shocked about everything. It's not everyday you hear that the entire wizarding world's future lies on one teenage girl, but knowing that the teenage girl is you makes me feel slightly better. One thing I'm really curious about, is who I continue the Potter line with."

I laughed, extremely relieved.

I went on to tell Lily about everything that had happened with Tom Riddle leading up to tonight.

We both ended up deciding that I should stay in Gryffindor tower that night and I fell asleep feeling like a a hundred pounds had been lifted off me. The only problem was, that only provided temporary relief. The other hundred-thousand were still pressing down upon me.

A/N: SORRY!!! My computer was in the shop getting fixed so i couldn't update for a week. And before that my computer wouldn't even turn on so i haven't been able to update in SOOO LONG! sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

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