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Chapter 4

Right after Slug Club Hermione dashed right back to the common room before Voldemort could catch up with her again. What he spoke with her about circled through her mind, but she could not fit it together.

What had happened last year?

Why is he so worried?

She entered the common room after reciting the password to the Fat Lady and saw Harry and Ron inside playing Wizard's Chess and others lurking in the common room.

"I win! Again!" Ron declared cheerfully. Then Ron noticed her and smiled, "We've been waiting for you Hermione! All night!"

"Hermione, how was Slug Club with that teacher?" Harry asked.

"Awful, just awful," Hermione groaned. Ron chuckled and Hermione sent him daggers with her eyes.

Harry sighed and asked, "What happened?"

"First of all, Abraxas Malfoy called me a mudblod and shot a Densaugeo Curse at me, like Draco Malfoy did in fourth year. Ferret like Ferret isn't it," She started and Harry stood up from the table angrily and Ron's ears turned bright red with his anger.

"I'll kill him! Slughorn should have had his head!" Ron shouted, alerting the other students in the common room. Seeing their stares, he calmed down with his embarrassment.

"No one heard him call me a mudblood but me, otherwise Slughorn would have done something," she said.

Harry's eyes were still full of anger as he asked, "Anything else?"

"Muffiliato," Hermione whispered so the others in the common room would not hear the conversation, "After I was cursed, Voldemort offered to take me to the Hospital Wing."

"What!" Ron yelled.

Hermione ignored Ron's comment and continued, "As he was taking me, he pushed me against the wall and threatened me not to tell anyone about last year, then he fixed my teeth."

"What!" Harry and Ron shouted at the same time.

"I'm seriously going to kill him," Ron snarled viciously.

"He's going to pay," Harry snapped.

"No, you can't!" Hermione demanded.

"Merlin Hermione, why not?" Ron asked furiously, "He threatens you, and we do nothing!"

"Exactly," She said calmly, "He'll know I told you guys."

Harry and Ron sighed, knowing that she was right, but they were still furious.

"He's still going to pay," Harry demanded.

"No!" Hermione persisted, "You can't do anything!"

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Dumbledore sent us here for a reason, and we can't just go killing Voldemort. Dumbledore sent us here for more than just murder. Dumbledore knows what exactly happened last year. Remember he told us that he changed everyone's memories, including Voldemort's. He was the one who invented whatever happened. I believe that the purpose of it is so that Voldemort sees us as a threat," Hermione lectured.

"You're right," Harry said, "We should talk to Dumbledore, soon."

"That's exactly what I was thinking," Hermione agreed.

"I want to go now to talk to him. He needs to punish Riddle. I don't even get why Dumbledore can't just kill him, no matter what you just said Hermione!" Ron shouted, still angry.

"Ron, calm down," Hermione said, reassuring him as she put her hand on his shoulder. Ron took in a deep breath and attempted a smile at her.

"We can talk to Professor Dumbledore after Transfiguration tomorrow. It is right before lunch. As for me, I'm awfully tired. I'm going to bed," Hermione stated calmly, looking Ron right in the eyes. She slowly brought her hand down from his shoulder and traipsed off into the girl's dorm.

She walked up the stairs and opened her dorm room door. Four other girls sat on their beds, gossiping inside. They quieted as she entered, and she recognized a girl she had seen from Slug Club. That girl and the others smirked at her wickedly, and one hid her giggles.

"So Hermione, Augusta was just telling us what happened during Slug Club," One of the girls with black hair, porcelain skin and blue eyes said smirking.

"Mary!" The girl, Augusta, exclaimed.

"Okay," Hermione said slowly and she approached her bed, preparing her things.

"What happened with you and Tom, Hermione?" The Mary girl demanded and the others looked at her expectantly.

"Excuse me!" Hermione said flabbergasted.

"Well," another girl with resemblance to Lavender Brown said, "Augusta here was telling us that when you returned to Slug Club with Tom, you looked all flustered and embarrassed."

"And?" Hermione questioned.

"Oh, out with it!" The last girl with brown hair and brown eyes shouted, "Did he snog you?"

"No!" Hermione shouted, repulsed. The image of an older Voldemort appeared in her head, and she felt like vomiting. That pale face with thin lips slits for a nose and red eyes simply sickened her. Yet, the Voldemort in this decade looked nothing like that. Of course, he would not be able to take control like he does with the appearance of this decade.

"Oh come off it Hermione!" Mary said, annoyed and the others nodded, "He's the most gorgeous boy in the school, even for a Slytherin. He's also so sweet, smart, completely unlike any Slytherin I have ever met! I don't get why you would deny it!"

The others girls nodded their heads, agreeing with Mary who seemed like their leader.

"Well, sadly for you four, I have no interest in him. He is repulsive, annoying and so awful!" Hermione said, "Goodnight!"

Three of the other girls seemed disappointed, including Augusta. Mary looked angry that Hermione would deny this rich gossip.

"I'll get it out of you sooner or later, Wilson," She sang-songed as Hermione finally slipped into her bed. Hermione groaned and soon fell asleep.


"The Wolfsbane Potion is an innovative and complex potion that relieves, but does not cure, the symptoms of lycanthropy. The main ingredient is wolfsbane, also referred to as aconite or monkshood. The completed potion exudes a faint blue smoke. According to those who have taken the potion, it is supposed to have a disgusting taste. Adding sugar to remedy is not possible as that substance will render it ineffective. It eases the symptoms of lycanthropy. It allows one to hold on to their mental faculties after their. transformation It, otherwise would not have been possible. However, it can have disastrous side-effects if the recipe is tampered with. It is said that on the full-moon, werewolfs take this, they still transform, but at least some still act human. They usually stay somewhere safe and sleep through their transformation," Slughorn told the class. He was reciting the properties of the Wolfbane potion to the class.

Hermione looked around and saw that Ron was fast asleep on his desk and she smiled. He was so cute to her. Harry, on the other hand, was doing his best to pay attention to the lecture. Hermione had already written down everything Slughorn had said. She slightly turned to her left and saw that Voldemort was leaning back in his chair relaxing. His notes were fully written with elegant handwriting. Hermione took another look at her paper; her handwriting was sloppy and she scowled at it.

Harry had offered to sit next to Riddle, but Hermione had refused. She knew that it would draw suspicion to Riddle, and he would know that she told Harry and Ron everything. Slughorn was delighted that his two best students sat with each other.

"What are you looking at, Wilson?" Riddle suddenly whispered to hear. He was smirking at her and had drawn closer to her face.

"Nothing," she muttered and she faced Slughorn once more.

"Have you heard the rumors?" Riddle whispered near her ear, drawing up the class's attention, except for Slughorn. She brushed his face away from her and glared angrily at him, and she knew that the class was disappointed.

"What rumors?" She quietly asked, even though she figured she already knew exactly what he was speaking of.

"That we are together, and I blame it on myself," Riddle smirked.

"You should, my roommates were asking me if you and I snogged," Hermione snarled nastily.

"Don't worry, I will get things cleared up for us," he whispered and brushed his hand on her thigh. Her blood boiled and she slapped it away.

The class whispered to each other, and Hermione just knew that these so-called rumors were done. No one cared anymore. She felt relieved, but she felt daggers coming from a different table. She looked at the table and saw a Slytherin girl with pale skin and long-black hair staring at her evilly.

"You better," she groaned quietly, and gave him a deathly stare.

"Also, I am sorry for my behavior yesterday. I was afraid that our little secret would get out. I just had to make sure it would not," Riddle apologized. Hermione was shocked at first, but she knew that Riddle was just trying to show her that this is the real him. She knew better.

He smirked once more and returned his attention to his paper, not saying another word. Slughorn wrapped up his lecture on the Wolfsbane Potion and Hermione packed up her belongings and Riddle quickly left the room.

Hermione headed towards her friends. Ron was slowly waking up from his short nap and Harry whispered to her as she came to him, "What was that all about?"

"He was just telling me about the rumors he accidently started," She answered.

"He was touching you, I saw it," Harry whispered angrily.

"It was disgusting," Hermione said, "Harry, I have Ancient Runes next, I'll see you and Ron later."

Harry nodded his head and Ron caught up with Harry and they went off in different directions. Hermione made her way to the third floor. She caught sight of Riddle in the distance entering the Ancient Rune's classroom and she inwardly groaned. She approached the door and slowly opened it, revealing the classroom.

The room was small and dingy, with only about twelve students. She saw that awful girl Mary sitting alone, wickedly smiling at her. No teacher had arrived yet, but she saw that Riddle was sitting in the back, also alone. Mary waved her over, and she sighed and figured it would be better to sit next to her than Riddle.

As Hermione sat down next to Mary she said, "So Hermione, I'm surprised that you chose to sit with me, I mean, Riddle's alone over there."

"Mary, stop it. I don't like Riddle, at all," Hermione stated, looking Mary straight in the eyes, pouring out her confidence.

Mary huffed, finally accepting defeat and turned away from Hermione. She put her hands on her face and leaned on the desk. The door opened again and the professor stepped in.

"Hello class," The professor announced, "As you remember, hopefully, I am Professor Spinster."

The professor was on old man with graying hair. His robes were midnight blue, but he wore no hat like Dippet and Dumbledore. He wore large spectacles on his face and he seemed very tired.

"To refresh your memory I am going to give you a scroll to translate. They are all the same, but please work independently. I wish to see what you remember," he announced as he handed out the scrolls. He passed on to her and she opened it up.

She remembered doing this exact scroll in her fifth year. It was difficult, but now Hermione knew she could master it. She took a look at Mary who seemed utterly baffled, and Hermione almost let out a snicker.

The title of the scroll was translated as Defense Against the Demon Creature. Hermione's eyes wandered through the scroll and she believed she was translating every word perfectly. Time wore on, and Hermione finally finished with Mary still struggling. She took a look to the back of the room and saw that Riddle was finished also.

"Mary, do you need help?" Hermione asked, and Mary looked at her with hopeless eyes saying yes.

"No help!" Professor Spinster yelled out when he saw Hermione's attempt. Mary sighed and continued her work, "Ten minutes left to work, then Miss. Wilson will read out her translation!"

Hermione smiled, even though she knew that Spinster wished for revenge on Hermione's attempt. The rest of the class soon finished and Professor Spinster loomed in front of Hermione's desk.

"Read your translation, Miss. Wilson," He demanded nastily.

"Yes, sir," She said, "Defense against the Demon Creature. The Demon Creature is a Dark creature, considered one of the foulest to inhabit the whole world. They feed off human happiness, and thus cause depression and despair to anyone near them. They can also consume a person's soul through their kiss. This leaves their victim in a permanent vegetative state. They are known to leave a person as an empty-shell. The proper way to get rid of them is to use the Patronus Charm. You must think of a very happy memory and say the enchantment, Expecto Patronum. This creates your personal patronus which is usually in the shape of an animal that relates to yourself. It is unique for every person. You must use the patronus to deflect the Demen Creature."

Professor Spinster appeared angry, and Hermione had noticed that as she kept reciting her translation he gripped her desk harder and harder.

"This is perfect, Miss Wilson," he said, looking as though he were in pain, "Ten points to Gryffindor."

Hermione smiled as Professor Spinster began to collect the rest of the translations. Then Riddle raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Riddle," Professor Spinster said.

"Professor, am I right in saying that the Demon Creature is actually a Dementor, and that Demon Creature is just what the people of the Ancient Runes called Dementors?" Riddle asked, already knowing he was correct.

"Yes, Mr. Riddle. Good observation!" Professor Spinster praised, "Fifteen points to Slytherin."

"Fifteen points!" Mary suddenly shouted as she stood up front her chair, causing Hermione to jump in her seat.

"Sit down Miss. McLean!" Professor Spinster commanded.

"Hermione had a perfect translation, and she only got ten points!" Mary shouted.

"Miss. McLean, twenty points from Gryffindor and detention with me, in here this Friday!" Professor Spinster yelled furiously, and the rest of the class seemed scared. Mary looked as though she were about to cry as she slowly sat down. Hermione patted Mary's shoulder reassuringly and Mary huffed and her black hair flopped.

Professor Spinster released her and the class and Hermione scurried to Transfiguration on the first floor. Hermione felt bad for Mary, but Mary raced out of the classroom after Professor Spinster let them go.

Hermione was excited for Transfiguration. It was time to put Dumbledore's teaching skills to the test. She made her way down and saw that Harry and Ron were waiting outside the door for her.

"How was Divination?" She asked them as they mutually headed inside the classroom.

"Awful," Ron said, "The teacher is a nut-case!"

"Yep, just like Trelawney," Harry agreed, "What about Ancient runes?"

"Well apparently the teacher hates me," Hermione said, "He is a big sour-puss."

Harry and Ron laughed as the trio snagged three seats next to each other. Ron sat in the middle of them, and the other seat next to Hermione was empty. She saw that Mary was sitting near the front of the room with two of the other girls who shared her dorm. She was obviously complaining to them and they were comforting her. Mary saw that Hermione was looking, and gave her unexpected daggers. Hermione shook her head in shock, but brushed it off. She also saw Riddle sitting with two other Slytherin boys in one of the middle rows.

Soon she heard someone sit in it and she saw that Hawkins girl from the Slug Club smiling at her. She now had pigtails and her glasses were bobbling on her face. Hermione stole a glance at the girl's uniform, and accordingly she is a Ravenclaw. Her appearance was quite nerdy and Hermione knew that this girl was made fun of by others. She looked awful familiar to Hermione.

"Hi Hermione!" She greeted happily.

"Hi," Hermione greeted in return. Ron and Harry sniggered, but Hermione and the Hawkins girl ignored the laughter.

"Hiya Harry," The Hawkins girl said while smiling widely at him and her cheeks blushing.

"Uh, hi," he greeted and she blushed more.

"Griffiths," the girl muttered. Ron did not reply, and Hermione believed that he forgot his pretend last name.

It seemed like the Hawkins girl was about to say something else, but Dumbledore began speaking.

"Hello class," he announced, "Welcome to your first year of N.E. Transfiguration. All of you have successfully passed your O., and I am proud of each one of you."

Hermione smiled and paid close attention to the younger future Headmaster. His auburn hair still bothered her to no end, but it was the same Dumbledore.

He began reviewing some Transfiguration Spells that were learned last year. He handed out materials for them to use to transfigure. Hermione was able to perfect them easily. Riddle also was able to, much to Hermione's distaste. Harry and Ron struggled a little bit, but Hermione nagged them on how to do it correctly, and Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled in her direction.

"Great job everyone!" Dumbledore announced, causing everyone to cease their spells, "It is very good to see that everyone still knows these spells and how to perform them. I will see you all next class."

He smiled at everyone and returned behind his desk at the front of the room. The students left, except for Hermione, Harry, Ron and that Hawkins girl.

"Harry, Hermione, are guys you coming?" The Hawkins girl asked her.

"Oh, no, we have to talk to Professor Dumbledore," Hermione explained.

"Oh, okay," the girl said, seemingly very disappointed, and she left the classroom moping. The trio stood up from their seats, collected their things and, as planned, walked to Professor Dumbledore's desk to talk with him.

"Hello Professor," Hermione greeted and Dumbledore smiled at the three of them.

"What can I do for my three time-travelers?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Professor Dumbledore, yesterday Hermione was threatened by Riddle," Harry said angrily and Ron's ears turned red again.

"I see," Dumbledore said.

"He said to me not to tell anyone about last year," Hermione spoke, "But, I don't know what he is talking about. As you were the one who affected his memory, I was hoping you could tell me."

"That I cannot," Dumbledore said and Ron groaned, but Harry and Hermione said nothing respectively, "You see, my older-self told me not to. I was expecting something like that threat to occur. But this soon is curious."

"Really, why?" Hermione asked.

"It's not like him, not what I expected," Dumbledore answered.

"Also, if you don't mind," Hermione said, and Ron and Harry looked at her curiously, "I was wondering if you could tell me the first name of that Hawkins girl. She keeps talking to me, she was sitting next to me in class today and she seems so familiar."

"Ah, I see you have met Miss. Myrtle Hawkins," Dumbledore said smiling.

"Myrtle! That's who that girl was! The girl who is a ghost in our time!" Ron exclaimed.

"The exact one," Dumbledore said.

"Then no wonder why she was blushing around me," Harry murmured, annoyed.

"You see, I adjusted her memory to be acquainted with you three. Especially you Hermione, for I believe that it will help prevent her upcoming death this year. You and her have similarities, you are both muggle-borns and extremely intelligent."

"I see, sir," Hermione said, "Thank you, have a nice lunch."

"You to, Miss. Wilson," He said.

"Bye sir," Harry and Ron said.

"Goodbye Mr. Evans and Mr. Griffiths. I will see you three tomorrow," Dumbledore said smiling.

"That was a bit of a waste don't you think," Ron said after they left the classroom..

"Not really. We now know that something is definitely going on with Riddle and we know Myrtle's in the picture," Harry stated.

"Exactly," Hermione agreed, "We have to protect her, at all costs. That includes trying to get the chamber to not open."

"Yah, but for all we know, the dirty bastard could have found it," Ron spoke.

"We don't," Hermione said simply.

"Let's just go to lunch," Harry sighed.

"Yah, I'm starving," Ron replied hastily and Hermione giggled.


That night Hermione lay in her dorm room bed, restless. Her roommates were fast asleep, and one of them was snoring which annoyed Hermione to no end. She figured it must be the girl who looked like Lavender Brown. Lavender had snored too.

Hermione desperately needed to know what Riddle was doing. His actions irked her to no end, and she wished most desperately for the chamber to never be opened. It caused a death and misery. She had been a victim to the paralyzing stare, and it was something she knew should never had occurred, to anyone.

The image of the Marauder's Map snuck into her brain as she remembered it. Harry must have brought it with him, she figured and she leaped out of bed and tip-toed to the boy's dorm.

She opened the door and saw the boys sleeping inside. Harry and Ron were accompanied by four other boys, and Hermione knew she needed to get to know their names. She headed towards Harry's trunk and opened it. She searched for the Marauder's Map and her hand finally slipped on that familiar, old parchment.

She unraveled it and search for the Slytherin's common room. Her eyes landed on Riddle's name. It surprised her that the Marauder's Map actually worked in this time. Riddle was simply pacing in the common room. Back and forth he walked to no end. Pacing and pacing with no need to stop.

Then suddenly the name stopped moving and shivers rolled up Hermione's back. She felt as though he knew she was watching him, or rather his name.

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