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I forgot to let you guys know, but for some clarification; I am just going to pretend that Dumbledore lectured Harry all about Tom in fifth year instead of sixth. Also, Harry, Ron and Hermione have no idea who Slughorn is, so do not expect them too. So please don't complain in the reviews about Slughorn. Only to make this story work in the way I want it to!

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If you didn't notice, Dumbledore placed a memory charm on the whole of Hogwarts to make them believe that Hermione, Harry and Ron were all attending Hogwarts. Who knows what other memories he added!

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Chapter 3

"So we have Potions first with a Professor Slughorn," Hermione said to Harry and Ron while eating her breakfast of bacon and eggs. Harry, Ron and Hermione all had the schedules fixed to continue the subjects they were taking last year. Harry and Ron did not want to take Potions, but it was stuck on their schedule. They were complaining about it to Hermione yesterday, but she told them that it was probably because of Snape that they did not want to continue, so they stopped talking.

"He better not be as mean as Snape," Harry quietly commented, so the other people at the table would not hear him. Hermione and Ron snickered quietly.

"Oh, at least he taught us well," Hermione retorted and Harry shrugged.

"Who do we have it with?" Ron asked.

"The Slytherins of course, always the Slytherins," Hermione replied.

"Of course!" Ron exclaimed and he continued shoveling his food. Hermione giggled.

"Well what do you expect?" She retorted back.

Ron scoffed and they all finished their meals and headed down to the dungeons. It still had its cold and dark feel, which was so Slytherin-like to them. The smell had its familiar mustiness as they trudged through. They arrived at the Potions classroom and entered it with the rest of the class already inside. The Professor stood behind his desk grinning at the class and only three empty seats were available, each at a different table which had different cauldrons on them.

Harry's stare was a stare of murder at Tom Riddle and his two Slytherin "friends" who were sitting at their table with a seat available. Harry and Ron noticed that first, and Harry dashed to a table with Ravenclaws, since he could not bear to sit next to his parent's murderer and Ron to a table with a Hufflepuff and two more Ravenclaws. Hermione scowled at them, and they muttered sorry and her, while she slowly walked and took her seat besides Tom.

The Slytherins stared at her curiously because of her sudden presence at their table. Hermione sighed and Tom looked at her, but turned away and did not give her a second thought. She felt like she was going to murder him, he was mortal, no horcruxes, she could just kill him and leave. Although, she knew Dumbledore had more than just murder planned. She looked at the other two at her table. A blonde-haired prat who looked exactly like Draco sat there, and she silently sighed in anger, also a brown-haired boy sat with them.

"Welcome to another year of Potions, and your first year of Newt studies," Professor Slughorn greeted the class, "Now as you see, I have laid out different Potions on the tables. Can anyone identify them?"

Hermione's hand shot up in the air along with Tom's.

"Yes, Miss. Wilson," Slughorn called.

"Sir, the one at my table is Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world. It smells differently to each person, depending on their likes. For example for me it smells like parchment, freshly mown grass, and-," Hermione said, and paused, almost revealing the last scent she smelled, a scent she smelt every day, and she snuck a peak at Ron sitting at his table, look awfully bored.

"Yes, very good Miss. Wilson 10-," Slughorn started to say, before Hermione continued talking.

"The potion over there at Ron's table is Veritaserum, it is the most powerful truth potion. With just one drop, the drinker must tell the truth with any question asked. The one at Harry's table is Polyjuice Potion. It transforms the drinker into another person by using one of those person's DNA, for example hair. The potion on your desk is Felix Felicis. It is liquid luck. The drinker will receive luck all day, or at least the length for the amount that they drink."

"Very well done, Miss. Wilson!" Slughorn praised joyfully, "Forty points for Gryffindor. Ten points for each potion right! The Felix Felicis takes six months to do, and it can be highly dangerous if made wrong, so now for class today, open up your books and turn to page ten, and whoever makes the best Draught of Living Death, will get him or herself the Felix Felicis and can earn themselves a perfect day. Begin!"

All of the students got their textbooks and cauldron out of their bags and raced to the page which showed the Draught of Living Death. Everyone rushed to get their ingredients in the cupboard and began working.

Tom worked at a slow and steady pace next to Hermione. He seemed so lax and confident, while Hermione's bushy hair was becoming frizzier and more frazzled by the second. She could see Harry and Ron having their own difficulties, and some of the Ravenclaws too, which made her breathe in relief.

Professor Slughorn paced around the room looking inside each of the student's cauldrons. He frowned distastefully at both Harry and Ron's cauldrons, but when he got to Hermione's table, his smile widened and his eyes glowed as he looked in Tom's cauldron. Then he maneuvered on.

After ten more minutes Slughorn announced, "Alright, time up! Let's see the potions shall we?"

He walked once again around the room, criticizing each cauldron, and testing them with a leaf. He got to Hermione's table and tested hers first.

"Decent, decent, very good Miss. Wilson."

"Thank you sir," She responded politely.

He went over to Tom's cauldron with a full smile intact. He dropped the leaf in, and it died in the potion, disintegrating into nothing.

"Merlin, it is perfect! Of course, I expect nothing less from you Tom," he praised most happily.

"Thank you sir, it's all thanks to your teaching skills," Tom said politely.

"Don't flatter me m'boy," Slughorn replied joyfully and Hermione f

"I wasn't sir, only stating the truth," Tom responded with fake sincerity.

Slughorn quickly check the other two Slytherin's cauldrons and smiled kindly at their utter failure.

"Well, it's obvious who gets the Felix Felicis. Tom, congratulations m'boy," Slughorn announced smiling proudly for his student.

"Thank you sir, I am sure this will come in handy one day," Tom said nicely and happily.

"Class is over, you guys may go. Tom, Hermione, there's a Slug Club meeting tonight, for the start of the new school year, reuniting you all! Be sure to come," Slughorn said smiling at the two of them.

"Of course sir," Tom said. Hermione was puzzled, she had no idea what the Slug Club was.

"Professor, where is the Slug Club?" Hermione asked quickly.

"My office of course m'dear. How could you forget so quickly?" Slughorn chuckled.

"Right sir," Hermione responded and she packed up her belongings, and she thought she heard Tom mutter something under his breath. She stared angrily in his direction, but he was busy packing his own stuff.

She slung her bag over her shoulders, walked to Harry and Ron, and they walked out, ready to face more classes.


The rest of the day went by slowly. Hermione saw Voldemort in almost every one of her classes, besides Muggle Studies, which was expected. All the teachers basically did was give an intro to their class, as though the students had not been taking the course. He favorite teacher of the day was Professor Merrythought, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She got straight into hands on action, requiring that they practice non-verbal spells, as per the school book. She was nice, caring and motherly, just like Molly Weasley.

Currently she was in the girl's dorm in the Gryffindor Common Room searching through her trunk. The other girls who shared her dorm, were apparently close friends, and completely dismissed Hermione, but it was what she was used to. Harry and Ron would always have her back; she does not need those girls.

The Slug Club was tonight, as per Slughorn's request during Potions class. She knew nothing about it, besides that she and Voldemort were invited. She shuddered at Voldemort's name, but his young face just could not connect with the snake in the present day. He's handsome and bright; she just cannot explain to herself why he changed. Of course, he may just be hiding behind the façade she implicated on him. He is, she told herself, he is an evil bastard.

She pulled out a simple dress from her trunk. She flicked out her wand, and changed its style to match the decade. She didn't even remember she packed the dress with her, but it was here, and coming in handy.

She slipped the dress on quickly and dashed out of the dorm room. Few people were relaxing in the common room and she quickly ran out of the room, before she was forced to talk to someone whose name she didn't know. Throughout the day people talked to her, people who apparently knew her name and she knew she couldn't ask theirs, for the memory charm was placed on them by Dumbledore. For all they knew, she, Harry, and Ron had been attending Hogwarts since their first year.

The hallways were mostly clear, besides for the few older students roaming the halls. She walked quickly through the halls, headed towards the Grand Staircase, and made her way into the dungeons.

She guessed that Slughorn's office must be where Snape's current location is, so she gathered herself and made her way there. Soon, she stood in front of the door, took in a breathe, and opened it up.

The first thing she saw was Slughorn's wide smile, "Ah, Miss. Wilson, so glad that you could come! You are the last to come, uh, your seats right next to Miss. Hawkins and Mr. Riddle."

"Thank you Professor Slughorn," Hermione said and she timidly walked to her seat next to Voldemort. The girl next to the open seat, Miss. Hawkins, smiled cheerfully at Hermione while Voldemort ignored her appearance. Hermione smiled back at the girl as she sat down.

"Welcome to another year of Slug Club! Now eat enjoy, and let's rejoice in the start of the new school year!" Slughorn boomed happily. Hermione half-smiled as the dinner food appeared in front of them. Hermione timidly ate and same with the others around her. She felt uncomfortable, especially being next to Voldemort once again.

The girl next to her tapped her on the shoulders, Hermione turned around and she said, "Great to see you Hermione."

"Great to see you too," She said, hoping that this girl's name would be revealed in conversation.

"I wish we were in the same house! I never see you!" The girl complained and Hermione nodded.

"Did we have any classes together, I was mainly with Harry and Ron, I'm sorry I didn't see you," Hermione said sweetly.

"Of course the classes I share with you Gryffindors and the same as last year of course! You forget already!" The girl laughed.

"Of course!" Hermione grinned. She needed to know the girl's first name. She turned back to her food and ate. Tom slowly ate his own food next to her, and he had that dark aura surrounding him, which just made Hermione shiver. His muggle suit made him look more seductive, but Hermione was tricking herself, he is evil.

Abraxas Malfoy sat at the other end of the table smirking at her. She stared back at him curiously, and he mouthed, 'mudblood'. Her eyes widened in shock, and her body fueled with rage. She shook it off before she would lose control and punch him like she did Draco in third year, Abraxas' grandson. She gave Abraxas another look and she saw he pulled his wand out and held it near the table. She thought he was tricking her, and shook it off and continued eating. Slughorn did not notice anything as he was praising the students around him.

Her glance was tempted to turn back to Malfoy, and right as she did, he gripped his wand, whispered and an enchantment flew right to her face.

She felt nothing, but her teeth grew larger and larger every second. It took her back to fourth year, the Densaugeo curse. She covered her mouth the best she could and stood from her seat. The whole table took notice, and the Slytherin's snickered, all but Tom who stared at them angrily, and they stopped.

"Who did this?" Slughorn boomed very irately.

"I'll take her to the Hospital Wing, sir," Tom stood up and volunteered. Hermione wanted to groan out loud in anger.

"Thank you Tom, m'boy," he said as he leered at the others. Miss. Hawkins looked at Hermione sadly as Tom led her out the room.

The door slammed shut behind them and Tom gripped her wrist. Hermione tried to struggle out of his tight grip. He took out his wand, pointed it at her face said a spell and her teeth shrunk back to normal size.

"Thanks," Hermione groaned. Tom said nothing, and kept his grip on her arm, "You can let go now."

Instead he gripped tighter and pushed her up against the wall, "You don't tell anyone about last year Wilson." He ordered in a harsh whisper.

"You can't tell me what to do!" Hermione yelled, even though she had no idea what Voldemort was talking about. His attitude and tone made her want to smack him.

"You are just a mudblood!" He snarled.

"You are just an awful pig!" She yelled back nastily, her tenacity getting the better of her.

"I told Malfoy to curse you so I could have my talk with you, now you don't tell anyone," he ordered right up against her ear.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," she said narrowing her eyes.

"Good," he simply said, retreating away, leaving her up against the wall, "Are you coming back?"

Hermione glared at him as he waited patiently for her to come. She did and stormed in front of him and opened the door to Slughorn's office, and he walked in behind her.

"That was quick!" Slughorn commented as they entered.
"I remembered the counter-curse, sir," Tom said simply.

"I expect nothing less from you Tom!" Slughorn praised, "Come, finish your meal. None of them fessed up, but as Miss. Wilson is fine, I'll let it pass."

Hermione said nothing, but anger fueled her body as Tom slyly smirked at her victoriously and Hawkins gave her a pitying look.

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