Hello guys! I am back, i know four years. It's been a long time!

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"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power."

Abraham Lincoln

Tom Riddle walked towards them his eyes blazing, jaw set tight and robes billowing behind him. When all of the sudden he stopped in his tracks, briefly averting his eyes and turned briskly on his heels leaving the great hall. Hermione stunned, looked around to see what had caused Riddle to stop his onslaught. She met the twinkling eyes of Professor Albus Dumbledore who smiled at her. It was as if he knew who she was and what her mission was. Then Dumbledore rested his gaze on Draco who audibly swallowed trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. The smile he gave Draco was even wider and he surprisingly winked at him. Draco froze in place, his heart hammering in his ribcage and tears prickling in his eyes. Dumbledore looked away as Dippet called his name.

"Draco, are you alright?" whispered Hermione.

A strangled no came out of Draco's mouth before the sound of his scarping chair reached her ears. Before she could register what it meant he was gone, leaving Hermione to her own thoughts who were swirling in her head.

"How dare she? Defying me like that? Me, Tom Riddle, the heir of Slytherin!

There is not a single person in my existence that has denied me my wishes. What a bitch! If it weren't for Dumbledore I would have hexed her into oblivion!" Tom yelled with his fist in the air and wand ready to destroy something in the empty classroom.

It was the first empty room he'd found. Well empty, he'd hexed the two snogging fourth years and threatened to do much worse if they stayed. They fleet the classroom as if their lives depended on it. They probably did.

He knew Professor Dumbledore was on to him. Him and those stupid twinkling eyes who seemed to know whatever was going on in his head! He probably did know what was going on in there.

Tom was almost certain he was a legilimens. That is why he started learning occlumency in his fourth year at Hogwarts. His mind was now sealed from Dumbledore but whenever he lost his temperament he would falter. He couldn't take the chance giving Dumbledore a peak at his real character. So he had to leave before those twinkling eyes could see more than he wanted.

Anyway, he knew it was her idea to defy him. Really a good cause? What could probably be a good cause? Saving house-elves? Don't be ridiculous! He knew that in order to get through to her he had to convince Draco. He knew the best way to make men join his little group was giving them a taste of true power. In particular the power that lay within their group. He had to make Draco taste the sweetness of power, the feeling of superiority over others. To do as he wishes and not listening to others. To make his will law and see others bow to the power he harbored or to make him believe he harbored. Because the real power lay of course with him, Tom Riddle. He had never seen a man who could withstand the sweetness of power. So surely Draco couldn't either. So how was he going to display his power to this little excuse of a wizard? Make Draco wield it under his guidance and most importantly make him addicted to the taste of it.

Meanwhile Hermione was ticking her fork against her plate at the breakfast table. Memories taking over her mind. She totally forgot that Professor Dumbledore was still alive in 1943. How could she forget this? She could ask for his help in defeating Voldemort or at least try to change his character and hoping he would become something else. Maybe even a great good wizard. She burst out a dry laugh at that. Voldemort good? That would not be in the stars. But then what was the goal of her visit if not to change him for the better? She sighted and buried her face in her palms. What was she going to do? Maybe yang could help her. Maybe just maybe he knew what to do.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Headmaster Dippet announcing the sorting of the first years. Hermione hoped she would hear a familiar name. But she knew it was impossible. Even Professor McGonagall would only attend in three years. Not that she would probably be of much help as a first year. But still it would give her some comfort that she would be here. But Harry's and Rons grandparents would be here. She looked around and surely she saw the red mop of hair that belonged to Septimus Weasley sitting at the Gryffindor table next to a head of unruly black hair, Thomas Potter. She couldn't help but smile at that sight. Thomas was laughing about something Septimus said. There was no sadness in their eyes only merit. She straited her back determent to reach her goal for the sake of Septimus and Thomas grandchildren.

After the sorting she was going to talk to yang, hatch out a plan together and talk to Draco. Draco deserved a chance to redeem himself. If Riddle got a chance to save himself from himself so did Draco. She would tell him about her mission and so giving him the chance to rewrite history. Because if they succeeded, Draco would never have to kill Dumbledore resulting in an alive Dumbledore in their time.

The sorting was over and she began to pick at the food at her plate. She decided it was a waist of time sitting here at the table and quietly left the great hall. She was going to find Draco. She didn't think he would go back to his room as it turned out he chaired that room with Riddle. No way he would want Riddle to see him broken up like that. Then it hit her, he would probably be in the astronomy tower remembering that faithful night.

She hurried towards the tower, running up the stairs thinking if it was really the best plan to tell Draco. Her gut said he would help. She needed an alley in this situation. It seemed like Draco was ready to face the reality of the situation and not running away like the coward he used to be. At least he deserved to know who he was dealing with.

She swung the door open. "Draco?" she panted, the air burning in her longs from the exertion. She saw him looking out of the window tears glistening in his eyes and hands tight behind his back. He didn't look around at the sound of his name.

She stood still behind him and said: "Draco, I have to talk to you. It is about Riddle. He is not who you think he is. He is not …" She trailed of. She quickly cast a charm that would keep intruders and eavesdroppers out. Not a word of what she was about to say could leave this room.

She inhaled deeply through her nose and said: "He is not just some student of Hogwarts. He is."

"Voldemort." Draco breathed.

Hermione looked confused at him and was speechless for a few seconds. Draco suddenly turned around his robe billowing a bit only to hang still mere second later around his frame. His eyes a liquid silver staring hard in slightly dilated golden brown eyes.

"What did you think? That I wouldn't find out who he is?" he sneered at her "That I wouldn't realize there was more about the arrogant baster than met the eye!"

"Um … I …" Hermione spluttered. Draco turned back around looking intensively at the landscape.

"I couldn't risk it! You know that just as much as I do. The last time I checked you were a Death Eather. You even let your little club in Hogwarts causing mayhem. You are one of his followers! I couldn't risk you telling him about me or my mission!"

Hermione clamped her hand over her mouth stilling herself from more words coming out. Bracing herself for the anger that sure was to follow after her hard words. But there was only silence.

"Was." Draco said.

Hermione looked questioningly at his back.

"I was one of his followers. When I came in the Room of Requirement it was to make amends. Only weeks ago, i went to the Order of the Phoenix and offered myself to their mercy. They gave me a way to redeem myself by being a spy for the Light."

Hermione just gaped at Draco.

"After Voldermort tortured and killed Professor Burbage, I was sick to my core. I couldn't do this anymore. But what was I to do, I was living with a psychopath who killed and tortured as a hobby. My father saw my anguish and took me apart. He told me he would help me escape Voldermorts clutches. I didn't want to leave. Voldemort had threatened me in sixth year that he would kill my parents if I didn't succeed in killing Dumbledore and letting Death Eathers in Hogwarts. Surely he would do that if I left. My father told me it was the price he was willing to pay for his mistakes that I didn't need to pay it for him. No matter how hard I protested, his mind was set. I would go to the Order and offer myself to them. He seemed to be sure that they wouldn't harm me as he thought Dumbledore already protected me during sixth year and the Order would never dishonor Dumbledores memory."

"What your father did was very brave, taking his responsibility like that." Hermione said daring to lay her hand on Draco's shoulder.

"It was what inspired me to be brave. He helped me escape through the secret tunnel in the Manor. When the Order decided I was to be a spy, I went back hoping nothing had happened to my parents. Apparently my father had outsmarted Voldemort and pretended I was sick with the dragon pox. Knowing how contagious it was Voldemort would never set foot in my room. Even though there is a cure now."

"Dracoposi." Hermione wisphered.

"Yes, Dracoposi." Draco smiled at her knowledge and will to express it. "It would still take a week to heal completely and is contagious during the whole time. I can't help but think my father knew what the Order would offer me before I went. So when I returned after a week no one questioned where I had been. Voldemort sent me back to Hogwarts so that I would help Professor Snape install a reign of terror. Little did he know. My parents were as save as they could be under circumstances and I could assist Severus in his fight against Voldemort without endangering them. When we left through the door in the Room of Requirement, I was about to tell you I was a spy. I thought you were more likely to listen than those other two hot heads."

Hermione smiled at the memory of her two hot heads fighting Tom Yang.

"Why didn't you tell me the whole story when we arrived?" Hermione asked.

"Would you have believed me? Especially without the Order there to confirm it." Draco retorted.

Hermione pursed her lips.

"I didn't think so." He smiled at her.

"Yeah, you are probably right. But how did you know Riddle was Voldemort?" she eyed him a bit suspicious since he seemed to have distracted her with his spy story.

"A few things: of course the fact that you were here and in contact with him. The Golden trio or at least just one, going back in time at such a crucial moment in history, could only mean to change it. Since the first person you fixed your gaze on was him. Secondly the way my grandfather bowed to him like he was a master. Yes, my father told me grandpa Abraxas was already a follower before him. Who else would he bow to like that then Voldemort? Last but not least the sheer power he wielded during our duel "

"Still you chose to battle him?" Hermione gaped at him for the second time in mere minutes.

"Well it was to late already. The realization that he was Voldemort hit me like a cold bucket of water when I saw Abraxas bow before him mere seconds before the duel. So I gave it my all turning the 'unpleasant' situation into something useful by testing how far he would go as in hurting me and measuring how powerful he already was."

"Are you nuts! He could have killed you!" Hermione yelled and punched him on the shoulder.

"Au, easy Granger! Of course not, I knew that. Besides I was tutored by a great duelist as soon as my father knew of the Orders decision. He wanted to give me every possible weapon in order for me to survive. Voldemort was to buzzy to notice my absence every evening when I went to see my tutor through the secret tunnel from the Manor. So I knew I could at least hold my ground. Either way he would never have killed me, injure me maybe yes." Draco gave her his trademark Malfoy smirk.

"How could you have know?! That is ridiculous." She crossed her arms over her chest and looked angry towards him.

"Because he would never risk giving up his 'perfect pupil' charade just to kill me. That was more important to him than killing me or even beating me. When the teacher body of the school would see who he truly was they would expel him. He would never be able to return to his home Hogwarts and finish his education." he answered smugly.

"And never be able to make horocruxes out of the founders items." Hermione thought "Draco could be right he would never do something that could get him expelled. He was sneaky like that. Shit, the horocruxes! How could she forget!? I have to find out if he already made one."

"Why are you face palming yourself? Better yet, why don't you tell me your little mission plan?" Draco smiled mischievously.

Ps: An extra long chapter for you guys because of my absence! I promise I will do my best to finish this story!