Past- Tom Riddle

Tom caught the odd girl after she feinted. He was half tempted just to leave her there but with so many people standing around him he didn't want to ruin his image. He noticed a crowd gathering around him and the girl though none of them looked ready to do anything. He wanted to roll his eyes at them.

"Abraxas go get Headmaster Dippet, I will take the girl to the infirmary." Tom said noticing one of his allies in the gaggle of students. Abraxas nodded before heading out. After that the students dispersed as well. Tom picked up the girl. He looked at her and felt a weird sense of recognition it was almost like the first time he had met Professor Dumbledore. He had no idea what to think of this strange girl. Firstly, she wasn't even wearing a robe and she had called him, Harry, not to mention the weird feeling. There were just too many mysteries surrounding her, he was going to have to keep his eye on her. Tom opened the infirmary door and called for the matron, Madame Jasmine to get a bed ready for her.

"Tom, you are such a good head boy. What happened this time, and why is the student out of uniform? That's against school rules." Madame Jasmine asked before taking her from Tom. He watched as she placed the girl in the bed usually reserved for potions accidents.

"Madame, I do not believe she is a student here, she looks to be about 16 maybe 17 and as head boy I am quiet familiar with everyone in 6th and 7th year." Tom said trying to keep the condescending tone from his voice. Madame Jasmine should be familiar with all the students in the school at this point. She had been here 30-ish years after all.

"Mr. Riddle," A voice said, and Tom turned to see the headmaster enter the room. Tom put on his most charming smile.

"Headmaster, it is very good to see you." Tom said, he was glad to see that Dumbledore had not followed him. Although Tom had a similar feeling of recognition with Dumbledore it was only followed by a feeling of distrust while with the feinting girl he felt something like… kinship. He shook his head to rid himself of the thought. He was alone and always would be, it was his greatest strength, he could not be questioning it over a silly girl.

"You as well Tom, you as well. Now, who is she?" The headmaster said walking over to look at the girl. Tom stood back to give him room. He looked at the girl as well and noticed that she had settled into a fitful sleep.

"I do not know, sir. She just walked up, called me Harry and then when I informed her that I was not Harry, she feinted." Tom informed the headmaster.

"Peculiar, I suggest we wake her up and find out. After all we can't have a stranger in Hogwarts especially during these trying times." Headmaster Dippet said and pulled out his wand.

"Hold on, Headmaster. Are you really going to let Tom listen in? What if she holds sensitive information that aren't for young ears. Do you remember what happened when we were in school?" Madame Jasmine said. She had gone to grab something from her office. She looked to be holding Vesterum. They really were going to pull out all the stops weren't they. He had to stay.

"Now, Madame I do not think it is wise to make me leave the room. After all she might be more trusting with me around since she thinks I am this Harry person. Would you not say that, Headmaster Dippet?" Tom said. It was the perfect corner, after all using Vesterum without Ministry permission was illegal so they could not say they were going to use it without putting the whole plan at risk nor could they come up with a suitable reason for making me leave otherwise since I hold power over the girl. Headmaster Dippet looked questionable between Tom and Madame Jasmine.

"Mr. Riddle it is time for dinner isn't it? I can't have one of my students starving on my watch now off you go." Headmaster Dippet said and Tom looked at him questionable. Dinner was not for another 2 hours. Tom just had a free period at this time and so he had no classes before dinner. However, seeing as Headmaster Dippet was an authority figure and he wanted to keep the man's trust, Tom turned and head out the door, completely shell shocked.

"Did you find anything out?" Abraxas said running up to Tom. Tom started cursing in parseltongue ignoring his allies question. "I'm guessing that's a no,"

Past- Hermione

Hermione was having an awful dream. Two Harrys stood in front of her, one looked like the Harry she knew, and the other looked pure evil. Evil Harry had bright red eyes and a snake draped around his neck. They were both trying to talk to her at once however she could only hear the evil Harry.

"What do you think, Mudblood? Like my new look? I think its pretty great, much more fitting that's for sure." Evil Harry said with a laugh. Hermione started crying.

"What's wrong with you, Harry? Why are you doing this?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, my pretty Mudblood, did you really think I cared for you? I did say I was Tom Riddle, didn't I? I am known for my charm." Evil Harry said, shaking his head and tutting. Hermione cried more, but evil Harry just smiled.

"It's not true!" Good Harry screamed finally able to be heard. Hermione looked at him. "I'm not Tom Riddle, I'm Harry, just Harry. You know this Hermione!"

Hermione woke with a start, she noticed she was in the Hogwarts infirmary, but she didn't see Madame Pomfrey, anywhere. She only saw a random woman with a potion vile in her hand.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked looking at the woman.

"You're at Hogwarts, of course. Here you hit your head, drink this potion." The woman said, and Hermione took the potion. She noticed immediately that it had no taste. She had been tricked into drinking Vesterum.

"Now, who are you?" A rough voice said as a man, Hermione recognized as the late Headmaster Dippet, entered the room from a small side office.

"Hermione Granger." She replied automatically as the potion required.

"How did you get here?"

"I don't know."

"That's odd, do you think she's resisting, Madame Jasmine?" Headmaster Dippet said turning to the woman who just shrugged. "What are your intentions?"

"To figure out what is going on here." Hermione said, she thought that that was the broadest answer she could've given.

"Hmm, let's try a more specific question. Do you work for Grindelwald?"

"No,"

"Alright, I think that's all the question unless you have some Madame Jasmine." Headmaster Dippet said before turning to the matron.

"I have some. Starting with, what year are you from?"

"1998," Hermione said and was visibly concerned by the shocked look on their faces.

"That's 54 years in the future!" Headmaster Dippet said and Hermione gasped. She was 54 years in the past. No wonder Tom Riddle was here, she just thought that Harry was possessed or something. The door started to move, startling Hermione who turned to look at it.

"Give her the antidote." Headmaster Dippet hissed and Madame Jasmine quickly handed Hermione another vial. She drank it immediately relieved at the feeling of the potion wearing off.

"Sorry for barging in Madame Jasmine, the door was closed, and I didn't think Al could wait for it to be opened." A voice said, and Hermione noticed that a boy had entered carrying another boy who seemed to be injured. Both boys looked to be Hufflepuffs, however the boy that had spoken looked very familiar. Hermione realized that he looked exactly like the pictures of Tom Riddles she had seen of when he was a student. He just had a weird haircut. There was a Hufflepuff version of Tom Riddle, and a Tom Riddle version of Harry, both in the 1940s where she too seemed to be for some unexplained reason. What was going on here?

"Mr. Longbottom, what in the world happened to your brother?" Madame Jasmine said disapprovingly. And now the Hufflepuff Tom Riddle was related to Neville. Hermione for the third time that day lost consciousness. She really hoped she wasn't going to make a habit of it.