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His Chance	By : Lou-Snape Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 3990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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With a crack Hermione found herself sat in the exact same position in the Great Hall, on the exact same bench, only the Great Hall was empty. She was completely alone. Panting, Hermione started to panic. What the hell was going on?
Had she just gone back in time like the letter had said she would? She started welling up. Oh God, what a mess. She knew something bad was going to happen, she felt it in her gut from the moment she woke up. Hermione took a deep breath and stood up, she walked to the doors of the Great Hall and walked out into the Entrance Hall, which had people wandering around in a rush. Clearly late to their lesson. Everything seemed the same, except firstly Hermione didn't recognize anyone, and secondly they were wearing very old fashioned uniform. The girls were wearing longer skirts and had their hair curled in such a way it felt as if she was in the 1940's or something...
OH GOD!
Hermione felt as if she was going to faint and she slumped against the doors to the Great Hall, people stared at her in concern and she saw the worried face of...oh my god. It was a young Dumbledore. He had red hair and a much shorter beard but it was clearly him, he wasn't twinkling at her like he normally would but was running over to her in concern. He knelt down in front of her. "Are you quite alright?" He asked, worried.
"I- I, I don't know." Tears started spilling from her eyes. "Professor, I need to talk to you. In private."
Dumbledore looked like he was going to argue, probably to tell her to go to the hospital wing, but possibly at the look of desperation in her eyes he nodded his head and obliged "Very well. I have a free lesson, so we'll go straight to my office. Let me assist you." He held out a hand to help her up, and she gratefully took it.
They walked to his office in silence. She noticed that they were not headed for the headmasters office, then after a few seconds she remembered that he wasn't headmaster yet; he was a Transfiguration professor.
They approached his office and he held the door open for Hermione. "Please take a seat." He offered.
Hermione sat down on the chair facing his desk and looked around the office. There were all sorts of strange objects and trinkets littering his desk and shelves, and tonnes of books that if Hermione was in a better mood she would have loved to sit down and inhale all the information and knowledge the books held in their pages. Dumbledore noticed her staring in wonder at his books and smiled "A bibliophile like myself?"
"Yes, I adore reading." She replied with a wry smile.
"Ah, I love to hear of students who have a passion for books. It's not seen as often nowadays...anyhow, you're not familiar to me and yet you're wearing the Hogwarts uniform. I'm sure you have quite a story." He settled back in his chair and twinkled at her.
The twinkle didn't have the desired effect, as Hermione broke down crying. She missed home, she wanted to go back and didn't understand what was going on. It was best to tell Dumbledore quickly, and maybe he'd even be able to help her.
Wiping her tears away, she took a deep breath and said in quite a watery voice "I do have quite a story. You might not even believe me, but you must know that everything I say is one hundred percent fact." She looked at him deep in the eyes and tried to convey how serious she was and that she meant every word. He nodded at her to continue. "First of all, my name is Hermione Granger. I woke up this morning with a bad feeling in my gut. I knew something bad was going to happen and it did. I received at letter at breakfast and it said-" Hermione paused, wondering if it was wise to give Dumbledore information about the future Dark Lord and then decided against it "That I would be sent back in time to perform a mission. I don't think it's wise to tell you what I'm supposed to do, I worry that it could alter the timeline somehow." She furrowed her brows "I don't really understand it, but I strongly believe it's for the best that you don't know the details. Anyway, the letter burnt after I finished reading it and I started glowing and then ended up here, where I'm sure I've been taken back in time as you look much younger and the students at Hogwarts' uniform is different... and of course, the letter said that is what would happen"
Dumbledore sighed and looked very tired all of a sudden "So, you've been sent back in time to perform a task of sorts?" She nodded and he continued "You haven't been sent on a suicide mission or a murder mission, have you?"
Hermione shook her head, although she did wonder if 'changing' Tom Riddle was infact a suicide mission "I'm being sent back in exactly a year, I must have completed my mission in that time. And I'm not murdering anyone, infact, the people who wrote to me said they are against murder." Hermione ended with a sharp humorless laugh. "But they weren't against sending a schoolgirl back in time on an almost impossible mission which apparently the whole wizarding world depended on her completing"
"I see" He sat back pensively. "Will you need to stay in school to complete your mission?"
Hermione thought about that. Was Riddle in school at the moment? "What year is it sir?"
"It's September 1944, term has just started today." he replied.
Hermione did the math in her head and calculated that Tom Riddle would probably be in his Seventh year right now. So staying in school was probably the only way she could get close enough to him, which she assumed she would have to do if she had any hope of changing him. Hermione almost rolled her eyes, this is never going to work! He'd already killed myrtle, his relatives and and Merlin knows who else at this point, it wasn't as if he was a child who might be easier to change. Why hadn't they sent her back to his childhood? Why now, when he was already so dark?
"I will have to stay in school, yes." Hermione sighed and added reluctantly "and be in Slytherin house."
"That can be arranged. We have a sorting hat in this time period, and although the sorting hat places people in the house that it feels they should be in, the persons own decision also carries a lot of weight. If you say you want to be in Slytherin, the chances are you will be placed there."
"Yes, we have the sorting hat in my time too. I'm going to need a cover story. Do you have any ideas?" She asked.
Dumbledore stroked his beard in thought "We could say you were home-schooled and then decided you wanted to join Hogwarts for your last year in education."
Hermione nodded "Yes, that's a good idea."
Dumbledore started rummaging around in his draws, he said 'ah!' and then pulled out a small coin purse. "This is some money to buy everything you'll need to get started in this time. I'll have to transfigure your uniform into clothes of this generation so you don't stand out while you're shopping."
He waved his wand and her clothes transformed into 1940's clothing. A navy pencil skirt and navy blouse. She was sad to see her uniform go but covered it up with a slight upturn of her lips, she wipes her tear tracks away and said "Thank you, professor. Where should I shop at? Diagon alley?"
"No, Hermione. Everything you need will be in Hogsmeade. Is the village not still around in your time?" He asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Oh yes! It is, it's just that they didn't have everything we needed to buy for school in my time. You'd have to go to Diagon Alley."
"Ah I see." He said, clearly with relief. "I'll take you to Headmaster Dippett to get sorted." Then he looked at her seriously "If you need anything, Hermione, anything at all. Don't hesitate to ask me."
Hermione felt herself welling up and thanked him profusely for all his help.

Headmaster Dippet was a severe looking man. He had a long silver hair and matching beard. He fell for Hermione's cover story and summoned the sorting hat.
"This is a sorting hat. It will decide which of our four houses you shall be sorted into. I'm sure you already know, but the houses are Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw."
"Yes, I was aware. Thank you for explaining the sorting hat, sir." she said, feigning ignorance.
He nodded and placed the hat quite roughly on her head so it covered her eyes
"Ah now, a time traveler? We've never had one of those before..." The sorting hat purred in her head.
Hermione internally sighed and wished she was an Occlumens. "You know what I need to do. Put me in Slytherin, please."
"Very well."
"SLYTHERIN"
Hermione tried to keep in a sigh, she was now a Slytherin and she felt like she was betraying her house. She felt a wave of sadness hit her, it was official now. She was starting her mission.

Hermione wandered down to Hogsmeade. The walk was most pleasant, she was enjoying the Scottish breeze on her face and the beautiful sights of the grounds and when she approached it, the village too was gorgeous and idyllic. It looked as if it had more shops in this time, she noted.
The first shop she approached sold clothing, and said in the window that it sells uniform. Hermione entered the shop and a plump woman with glossy brown hair approached her
"Can I help you, dear?" She asked pleasantly.
"I was looking to buy a set of Slytherin robes, casual wear, undergarments, sleep wear..." She trailed off, knowing the woman understood that she needed the works.
The woman nodded as she spoke but looked faintly surprised "Are you late to Hogwarts then? Term has already started."
"Yes, I was home-schooled but I decided I wanted to finish my education at Hogwarts. I got the start of term dates mixed up" She found it peculiar her easily lying came to her.
"Oh, I see. Now let me measure you up..."
Half an hour later and Hermione came out laden with bags. She shrunk some of them and put them all into the biggest bag, so she was more able to carry the rest of the things she needed to buy.
Her next stop was the bookshop, Tomes and Scrolls. In her time they didn't sell school books, but she quickly found out that Dumbledore was right and that all her Seventh Year books were there. She bought them as well as some light reading then headed off to the next shop...
An hour later Hermione was carrying multiple bags with all her school things in as well as some personal items and was on her way back to Hogwarts.
She walked inside the great hall and was suddenly approached by a jaw droppingly handsome young man.
He had a very 1940's esque hair, a slight quiff and styled to perfection. It suited him well. It was jet black and she embarrassingly found she wanted to run her hands through it. He had deep brown eyes which made her shudder for some reason, even though they were remarkably beautiful. He had high cheekbones and a defined jaw. He basically looked like he was sculpted by gods, and was without a doubt the best looking young man she'd ever seen. Hermione's mouth was slightly slack from where she'd been staring at him, and he curiously seemed a bit smug as he neared her.
Hermione was eager to be introduced to the young man, that was until he uttered his next words. "Hello, you must be Hermione Granger. Let me take your bags for you. Oh, I'm Tom Riddle by the way." She gasped and felt the colour drain from her face. She was standing before Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort, and he was the hottest guy she'd ever seen in her life. It was too much for Hermione and she felt herself collapse to the floor.
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