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EPIC OOC FROM HERMIONE (It's because of the war, wars do nasty things to a person's personality… =P)
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Hermione groaned, rubbing her forehead with her left hand, using the other to prop herself up on the rusty bench.
"W-where am I?" She wondered, patting her pockets for her wand. She froze as she heard and felt rustles of parchment in her pockets. She took the letters out and read the first one.
Dear Hermione,
Remember I sent you into the past, into the time of Tom Riddle Jr. You will have arrived in on the 21st of August 19 1946, 11 days before the start of term. That year is the 6th Year of Tom Riddle, and that is when he will talk to Horace Slughorn about Horcruxes. You must stop this from happening, as you must apply and you must become the Defense Against the Dart Arts teacher. Further instruction will be given through Time Travel, and will appear in your room.
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. Follow the silver rope
Hermione frowned, "Follow the silver rope?"
Just as she finished speaking, a flash of the shiny colour appeared in the corner of her peripheral vision. Her head swivelled towards the direction of the silver and she walked to it. She touched the tip of the rope and grabbed it.
It began to pull her somewhere and Hermione whipped out her wand and said, "Accio suitcase!"
Her suitcases started to trail after her as the silver rope winded her around a forest behind a mansion. The mansion read: The Potter Manor. Hermione gasped as it flashed away from her view, 'Is that where Harry's ancestors lived?' She thought furiously.
Her vision was soon surrounded by trees and undergrowth of the forest and she felt herself get lost as the rope led – more like dragged – her around corners and under bushes towards a hidden destination. As they reached a clearing, something clicked in her mind.
"How much do I know about the Ravenclaw Castle?" She said out loud as a door appeared on front of her.
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"Woods' Orphanage Centre. Classy." A brunette retorted as she clip-clop'ed down with her incredibly high heels. She looked at the sign on front of her and frowned, pushing the entrance gate open and walking down the stone cobbled streets. Hermione ignored the itch on her face as the Glamour Charm continuously reminded her of its work.
Her mind flashed back to the meeting with her 'Gramps'.
-Flashback-
"So, Gramps, here's the letter you asked me to give you." Hermione said, grinning, as she thrust a piece of parchment under her grandfather's nose.
"Huh? Do I know you?" Dumbledore asked her, as he peered at her suspiciously.
"Do the words 'time travel' mean anything to you? I won't be born for another 30 or so years." She said conversationally.
"Time travel?" He echoed as he read the parchment, "Ah… Well, Hermione Ravenclaw, welcome to Hogwarts. My future self had warned you were coming, but you really must tell me the secret word."
'What secret word?' Hermione thought furiously. She began to think about the letters that Dumbledore had given her and found nothing.
"Er… There wasn't any?" Hermione said nervously.
"You had just given it!" He said, laughing, "Now Hermione, you need the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, am I correct?"
She nodded, "Yes."
"Very well, I will talk to Armando Dippet about this," Dumbledore then stood up and nodded, "Good day Hermione." And in a flash of fire, he disappeared.
"Gramps always was one for theatrics." Hermione mused.
-End-
She sighed, closing her fake gray eyes before knocking on the door of the orphanage.
Cccccrrrrrreeeeaaaakkkkk…
It slowly crept open with a pale, spidery hand gripping its side. Once it opened enough to see the person behind it, Hermione hid a gasp.
Tom Riddle stood there in almost all his glory, his jet black hair contrasting against his skin brightly, his bright gray eyes the exact colour of black and white mixed together perfectly.
Hermione smiled slightly, "May I go in?"
He just inclined his head and walked away, making Hermione roll her eyes and step in, closing the door behind her.
Silence reigned.
Slowly, doors crept open and small heads popped out of the rooms. Faces lit up at the prospect of leaving the orphanage and rushed to Hermione, showing their 'best' manners.
"Good morning, missus!" A small girl squeaked, "Can I do anything to help you?"
"Hello, lady, do you want me to do anything?" Another girl asked, before a boy pushed her and blinked up at Hermione.
"Are you going to adopt today?" He asked timidly.
Hermione nodded cautiously, "Yes… Anyone wants chocolate? I got Honeydukes' best."
The words Honeydukes caught Tom's attention. 'Is she a witch?'
"Yes!" The children squeaked, yelled, shouted, screamed, screeched, yelped, said, squealed, and sang. Hermione smiled and she said, "One square for each person."
As she handed the chocolate out, Tom whispered to Hermione through Legilimency. Are you a witch?
But he was surprised by the wall of Occlumency, so he whispered to Hermione through speech, "Witch, yes or no?"
Hermione glanced at Tom and winked, catching him off guard. He could hear a soft melodic voice in his head. Yes, and I'm going to get you out of this hellhole of a house.
Tom's gray eyes widened as she crouched on front of a young girl named Anna, "Can you take me to Miss Cole?" He quickly blanked his face out and said coldly, "I will. Miss? Follow me."
"Save the theatrics, Riddle." Hermione murmured fiercely, "I said I'm going to get you out, and I will. You. Are. Going. To. Leave. This. God. Damned. Place!"
Tom nearly snarled out the words, "Watch your mouth, mudblood" but he kept his mouth closed in case she'd become a very nasty and pissed off pureblooded maniac like Black.
Suddenly, Hermione spun and said coldly, "Whoever took things from my pocket better give up before I snap your neck."
'Ah… Sam and Adrian.' Tom thought.
There was a tense silence.
"You boy and you boy. Come out." She snarled, beckoning with a finger.
A sandy blond and a raven haired boy stepped out and she bent down, a cold smile on her face, "Do you see what I keep as toys?" She asked, pushing back her jacket to reveal a dangerously glinting dagger and she smirked, "Give back the paper, the wallet and the wand."
Tom's eyes widened again and he gasped inwardly, 'They dare to take a wizard's wand?'
Sam shook his sandy hair and said desperately, "I didn't do it, he did!"
Adrian glared at his friend, "I didn't do it."
Hermione just smirked frostily, reaching her hand into Sam's pocket and withdrawing her wand and parchment, "Since this boy had my wand and parchment, I'm guessing you have my wallet."
Adrian gulped and thrust a heavy wallet to her, running away. Hermione just gave a small laugh and walked into Miss Cole's office.
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That's it for this chapter.