Dumbledore called me into his office a few minutes ago. I step inside. Fawkes is pruning his feathers. Harry sits close to Dumbledores desk. He is fiddling with a time turner.
"Ah, Miss Granger, please do come in. We have much to talk about." Dumbledore says.
"I can't let her do this. Not for me. What happens if she gets discovered. Say what you will about Voldemort but he is smart. Hermione please don't do this. You said yourself that bad things happen to wizards who meddle with time." Harry says.
"What, whats going on?" I ask.
"He will not be voldemort when Hermione meets him. He will be just Tom. He will have already created his first horcrux. This ring on my finger. Hermione I am tasking you with a most important job for the order. You must stop Voldemort before he rises to his full power. I found something that makes me think you have already succeeded." Dumbledore says.
Dumbledore pulls out a picture of me. It looks old. On the back it says. 1942. My Hermione. I am smiling in the picture and a man is holding me. He kisses my cheek. They look extremely happy.
"Who is that in the photo?" I ask.
Dumbeldore sighs
"That is Tom Riddle." He says.
"You mean to tell me that Voldemort and I enter in a relationship. That is absurd. Think about the paradoxes." I say
"If you succeed you will create a universe where the war never existed. Our universe and the one you create will be brothers. Almost like a time loop. You had made him fall in love you once. You can do it again." Dumbeldore says.
"But what about my parents, Harry and Ron? Will I be stuck in that time forever then?" I ask.
"I am afraid so. There will be no coming back. Our present reality will cease to exist. You alone will be the only thing left of this world." Dumbeldore says.
"You said Voldemort couldn't love. That he was incapable of it." I say.
"Voldemort can't love, Tom however has the potentional to do so." Dumbledore says.
I would never see Harry or Ron again. Never see my parents again. Everything I have ever known will be gone. But people will be safe. Am I really going to offer myself up to the most evil wizard? If it means saving the world I suppose I have to try.
"I'll do it. What about being muggleborn? He hates muggleborns."I say.
"If luck is on our side, he will stop caring about that. It is of the utmost importance that you succed." Dumbeldore says.
Harry looks at me and he looks so sad.
"Hermione. You are my best friend. I'll miss you. Remember me." Harry says.
He rushes over to hug me and I feel his embrace. I squeeze him tight.
"Wont I fade away like this universe if I succeed?" i say.
"That is what I thought at first too. But then I found another picture." Dumbeldore said.
I see the black and white picture. I am there too. Tom and I look older. Late 20s to early 30s. I am pregnant. With Voldemorts child. I gag. He is a monster. The most evil wizard to exist. He rubs my stomach and holds me close to him. How odd.
"Where did you find these pictures?" I ask.
"I found them by pure chance. I am not sure how these pictures from the other reality came to our own. But they are proof that the war can be stopped." Dumblefore says.
Harry hands me the Time turner. I place the necklace around my neck and turn back time. The next thing I know I wake up in 1942. At kings cross station.
"You there, girl. Are you alright?" I hear a stranger say.
I am on the ground. The stranger helps me up. He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I drink in his features. His chocolate brown eyes, his perfect dark hair. His nose, the curve of his lips. He holds me as if to make sure I am steady on my feet. He smells divine.
"I'm alright. Thank you for helping me up." I say.
"I've never seen you around school before. Are you new here?" the stranger asks.
"Yes, I transferred from beauxbatons Acadamy." I say.
He smiles. His white teeth shine.
"Beauxbatons has the prettiest girls. Its nice to see a new pretty face." the stranger says.
He takes my hand and kisses it. I nearly swoon, He is quite charming.
"What is your name?" he asks.
"I'm Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you. And you are?" I ask.
"Tom Riddle. pleasure to make your acquaintance" Tom says.