A/N: We finally get to meet Tom Riddle in this one. Tell me what you all think! This was originally combined with Chapter Three, but I found that if I didn't seperate the two it would have been too long. Please review and give me some suggestions. I'm always open to hearing other people's thoughts, whether they be good or bad.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Lupin and Tonks would not have died, dammit!

Chapter Four: The End of the World As We Know It

No one said anything inside the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was calmly humming to himself, happily settled into his own painted chair while Morgan was drumming her fingers against her leg anxiously, her wide hazel orbs zeroed in on her old Potions professor.

Snape's hands flipped through the pages of the book on his desk, finding a specific page before motioning for Morgan to have a look.

Leaning over the pages, Morgan found herself staring at a rather beautiful necklace. The amulet resting on the solid gold chain was square in shape. It too was made of gold. The square was divided into four sections, a different colored gem settled into each one. A maroon gem occupied the top right corner of the pendant, a yellow gem occupied the top left, a jade gem occupied the bottom right, and a blue gem occupied the bottom left. It was beautifully simple yet intricately complicated. Small designs carved into the gold seemed to glitter straight off the page. Morgan recognized the carvings as runes.

"Uhm…" Morgan looked between the drawing of the necklace and Snape. She wasn't exactly sure why they had shown her the picture. "What a pretty necklace…?"

"We've recently received a note from Harry. He told us that even though Voldemort knows that he is destroying the Horcruxes he is happy because of this trinket." Dumbledore began pacing in his portrait again. "This little necklace is a curious thing," he began heavily "It was made with the combine effort of Hogwarts' four founders. It has never been found and is not very well known. Most doubt its existence."

"So Voldemort's happy because he has the necklace…?" Morgan would readily admit that she was just fishing for a line in the conversation. She honestly couldn't see the connection between the necklace and Voldemort.

"Or he knows where it is." Dumbledore said. "I am under the impression that Voldemort found this necklace while he himself was at Hogwarts, and that he hid it during his sixth year."

"Why do you say that?" Morgan wondered aloud.

"Because, in 1943 or 44, while I was still a Transfiguration professor, all textual references to the necklace in the school suddenly went missing, I believe Voldemort was behind this."

"But why would the necklace make Voldemort happy?" Morgan asked, exasperated.

"Who knows," Snape intervened. "We can't say for sure, for the amulet's purpose has never been known. Perhaps it is an unknown Horcrux, or some kind of other magical device that Voldemort believes will give him the upper hand against Potter."

"So what do I have to do with any of this?" Morgan took the book and began running her hands through its pages. At the beginning of it a dedication was written in ink:

"My dear Headmaster, merely seeking out the knowledge you need has never done anyone any good. We must search for it diligently, and most times we may find the answers to our problems between the pages of a good book. I myself am specifically fond of page 327."

"Whoever wrote that must've been quite the tosspot." Morgan grinned at the Headmaster and tried to show him the dedication, only to have him slam the book shut irritably.

"Caldwell, we need someone to find the necklace. It could very well be the turning point in the war!"

"Okay, Headmaster, I'll look for it, jeesh, don't get your boxers in a bunch." Morgan leaned back in her chair again.

"You won't find it now," Dumbledore said gently. "Not in this time."

Morgan started. "This…time? Dumbledore, please don't tell me you're as crazy as everyone says." The young witch turned her wide eyes on him, pleading.

"I believe, if you were to go to the year of 1943, when Voldemort was known was Tom Marvolo Riddle, you would be able to find it."

"You are just as crazy as everyone says," Morgan groaned unhappily. "Why can't you get one of the Golden Trio to do it?" At this point she was almost positive she saw Snape smirk, "Or Ginny, or Seamus, or Neville! They're all better witches and wizards then me!"

Dumbledore frowned sadly, "Dear Morgan, would you so soon take Ginny away from her brothers and Seamus away from his family? Or Neville away from the school?"

"Oh. I see how it is." Morgan's tone turned icy. "Just because I have no family and am now the resident Death Eater I suddenly become expendable."

"That's not what I said," Dumbledore corrected her softly.

"No, but it's what you meant."

"I just believe you would be the most qualified to complete the task," Dumbledore continued. "I do not think Ginny or Neville, or even Ron, Hermione, or Harry, would be able to go back in time and resist the temptation of changing the past."

"Yes." Snape agreed roughly. "Potter certainly wouldn't be able to hold in his temper and resist trying to kill the Dark Lord, neither would Neville."

"And you think that I could?" Morgan furrowed her eyebrows together. "And by the way, why can't I just go back and kill the bastard?"

"Who knows what would be changed if you did so." Dumbledore said sternly. "The after effects of doing such a thing would be astronomical! An even darker and more powerful wizard could take the place of Voldemort, or something equally terrible could happen."

"Okay. So I won't off mini-Voldemort and toss his body in the lake."

"So you will do it, this task?" Snape asked, glancing at the clock again.

Morgan frowned deeply. "Well, it's either that or going to the Malfoy's house." She shuddered at the mere thought. "So yeah, I guess I will."

Dumbledore grinned happily, "Thank you, Morgan."

The Gryffindor blushed deeply, "Yeah, yeah, no problem. I have a few questions though."

"I imagine you would," the portrait answered kindly.

"Okay, one: how the hell am I gunna get back in time?" She began ticking the questions off her thin fingers. "Two: I don't have any possessions suitable for the 40's. Three: what do I do when I find this little do-diddy necklace? Four: how in the world do I get back from the 40's?"

"Headmaster Snape has prepared a trunk full of suitable possessions with the help of professor McGonagall. When you find the Founders Necklace hide it in a secure location that you know will remain secret and then come back."

"Okay, so I take it I'll be going to Hogwarts as a student then? But that still doesn't explain how I'm getting there."

"I believe I can explain that, Caldwell." Snape stood up from his desk. He swept over to a small doorway nestled in the far corner of the office and entered, motioning for Morgan to do the same. When she walked in she saw a large bed, some drawers, and a bed stand. It seemed she was in Snape's private quarters.

Snape was walking over to the lone fireplace in the room; it was nestled into the opposite wall facing the bed. He ran his hands over the mantle of the fireplace and picked up a black silk bag.

"Inside this bag is the time-sand one would find inside a Time-Turner," he began sharply. "It was quite easy to steal from the Ministry, seeing as they have tons of it from the Time-Turners that Potter and his friends broke in their fifth year.

"Now, there is a very dark and illegal spell known to very few witches and wizards in existence. It is a spell that can be cast upon a Floo network fireplace. The spell, if cast correctly, enables any witch or wizard to travel to any fireplace in the past, as long as Time-Turner sand is used instead of Floo powder."

"So instead of shouting my destination into the fire like normal I shout my year and day and place?"

"Precisely." Snape said coolly. "You, when you are ready to leave, you will shout 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, September first, 1943.'"

"Seems simple enough," Morgan muttered uneasily. "But how do I get back?"

"You break into the Headmaster's office—don't give me that look Caldwell, I am sure you can do it—and you will cast the counter spell that will allow you to come back to your own time."

"So I'll need to bring some of that Time-Turner sand with me?" She gestured to the black bag in Snape's hand. He nodded mutely.

"And…" Morgan froze for a moment, struggling with the words, "If I can't make it back…I'll leave a sign, something I know you'll find in this time that shows you where the little necklace is, deal?"

Snape ushered her out the door and back into the main office, "Yes, alright."

"Well, when do I leave then?"

"I'm afraid my dear, now." Dumbledore's blue eyes studied her from his portrait. "Time has run out."

Snape nodded, "Yes. The feast is about to begin in ten minutes. The Mafoy's will be there to take you away straight afterwards, so there is no time."

Morgan gapped at the both of them before forcing her mouth close, "No need to me give time to get use to the idea, no need at all," she said bitterly.

Dumbledore smiled at her, "I know you'll do splendidly. Severus and I have written down all the information you will need to know, it's hidden in your trunk. Good luck. Oh, and please be very careful, and try not to get yourself killed." He gave her another wink before she was hustled back into Snape's private chambers.

He handed her a shrunken suitcase and looked her over before sighing in annoyance. "Those clothes will not do." He waved his wand at her and her normal school robes were transfigured into a knee length skirt, a tucked in white blouse, black stockings, and dark shoes. "That's better." And then, as if forgetting, he pointed his wand at her face and muttered a quick healing spell.

Morgan gave a wide grin, "And here I was thinking you were just gunna send me back in time unprepared!"

Snape gritted his teeth together, "Change your appearance." He commanded roughly, ignoring her other comment. "You need to become a completely different person when you get there, Caldwell, and that means changing everything about yourself to fit in perfectly."

Morgan frowned, "WHERE'S THE INDIVIDUALITY!" She cried over dramatically before focusing on changing her face. Her hair had gone from its sparkling auburn color to a dark, milky brown that went past her shoulders and curled slightly. She squinted then, concentrating on shifting her eyes into an almond shape and blue-gray color. Last but not least, she focused on her nose, making it smaller and giving it a more of a button shape. "There!" She cried with flourish, "Do I look different?"

A flat yes was the only response she got from her cold Headmaster. He thrust the black bag of Time-Turner sand into her hand and tapped his wand to the fireplace, causing it to light up the room. But instead of the fire turning green like she was used to, it was a milky gray color.

"Do you have your wand?" Snape asked.

Morgan nodded.

"Right. Well, off you go then." He waved impatiently at the fireplace and she grumpily complied.

Standing before the fire she thrust her hand into the black bag and brought out a handful of the time sand. She threw it into the blaze and stepped in. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, September first, 1943!"

Everything spun around her and she tried to tuck her elbows in, gasping as the black bag with the time sand seemed to slip further and further from her grasp. She was so dizzy. An icy feeling was building in the pit of her stomach and spots flashed before her eyes. Nothing mattered anymore, not the time sand or the stupid Founders Necklace. It felt like she was being stretched to disgusting lengths, her bones cracking with the stress. It was a pain worse than dying; it was like nothing she ever felt before it was—

Over.

With a whoosh of air she was suddenly and rather ungracefully thrown to the floor, her knees smacking against stone. Her eyes were blurred with tears and her whole body was shaking. "…OUCH! GODDAMMIT! THAT HURT." Morgan rolled onto her back and scowled at the dark ceiling of wherever she was at. She didn't care. Damn Snape and Dumbledore!

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a door opening and the solid footsteps of someone walking into whatever room she was in.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The voice was warm and silky smooth, yet it was like a double-edged blade. There was a sharp coldness lingering underneath it.

Morgan continued to stay on her back, staring up at the stone ceiling covered with…she blinked. Green lights. Well, that couldn't be good.

"Uh…admiring the view…?" Her voice was higher than normal. "Though it's not a very nice one… mind telling me where I'm at?"

More rapid footsteps.

"I asked who you were." The voice said pointedly and on edge, it was closer now. "You're not a student."

Morgan had the very suspicious feeling that, for the third time in the last twenty-four hours, a wand was being pointed at her very threateningly.

"Not a student yet," She said simply, still refusing to get up. "Now then, where are we in Hogwarts?"

"I refuse to speak with someone who has the indecency to try and participate in a conversation from the floor." The voice was thick with disproval. Now Morgan was sure there was a wand pointed at her.

She gave a loud sigh and struggled to sit up, pushing up on her elbows and glancing about the room. There were six four-poster beds lined up in front of her with thick green curtains and little drawers beside them. She had been lying down directly in front of the fireplace, which was directly across from the row of beds.

Pushing herself to her knees and then her feet, Morgan patted the pockets of her skirt, relieved when she found her trunk and wand safely tucked into them. Looking towards the door Morgan found a tall student leaning against the first bed.

He was lean, dressed in school robes. His pale skin stuck out brightly in the room and contrasted greatly with his dark eyes and neatly parted black hair. His thin hands were indeed holding a wand, and, because she was just lucky like that, the wand was indeed aimed at her.

"Who are you?" The boy, or boy-man, Morgan corrected mentally, asked her again. His voice losing its polite tone as his frustration began to take hold.

Morgan's heart skipped a beat. "Uhh," she couldn't think straight, because for all the damn great preparing that Snape and Dumbledore had gone through, they had forgotten to mention what the hell her name was supposed to be. Or how she was supposed to describe her presence.

She felt like a deer frozen in the head-lights, and the dark gaze burning into wasn't helping. "Er…right…"

A/N: Sorry for the bit of a cliff-hanger. But don't worry, should be another update in a day or two. Please, don't hesitate to tell whether I took things too fast in this chapter. I would really appreciate some feedback!