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Thrust Backwards	By : MissDirected Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 2390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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1944? No, that couldn't be right! How can it be 1944? She stared up at Dumbledore with a look somewhere between shock and horror and an odd impulse to ask if he was absolutely certain. This has to be a dream! I've been knocked unconscious. Panic was beginning to well up in her chest once more, her breathing became strained as she once again clutched at her heart. How could this be happening? She hadn't used a Time Turner, hell even if she had a Time Turner they were only supposed to be able to travel a few hours back! She'd gone back decades! Something that she was told was physically impossible! The mind wasn't supposed to be able to cope with that, not only the repercussions of what could happen to any witch or wizard that meddled to that extent!
Her eyes didn't leave Dumbledore's, but rather than him looking at her kindly he was regarding her with a mixture of curiosity and mistrust. Something she was not used to seeing on the wizened face. "Come with me Miss…?" He allowed his sentence to hang there in a question and though she didn't really hear herself answer, she must have as he used her last name in a bid to get her to follow him. Hermione's mind was a whir yet not yielding any answers. Only seeming to garner more questions. Her head hung low, the only sound in the hallway was the light click of Dumbledore's boots on the floor. She barely registered where they were going before she found herself sat in an armchair beside a blazing fire with a mug of hot chocolate.
If it isn't tea, it's hot chocolate. The universes equivalent to a quick fix.
Yet as the warmth from the fire and the hot chocolate seeped into her bones, Hermione felt herself calming. The only sound that could be heard was the gentle crackling of the firewood as the flames ate and bit at the wood to keep its warmth alive. She wondered how long it would be until the questions and idly wondered how many of them she could actually answer. Could she lie to him? Hermione was not the most skilled at deceiving people, she sometimes wore her emotions on her sleeve and had in the past, let them get the best of her sometimes. Yet in recent times she would have liked to believe she wasn't quite as sensitive as she once was. Besides that, wasn't he a skilled legillimens too? Fuck! It was almost as though a light had switched on somewhere, he could see her thoughts! Quickly she snapped her mental shields in place, something she'd been practising while hunting horcruxes, and allowed the thick fog to cloud over her mind. She wasn't sure if he was even looking, part of her liked to think she'd know if someone was trying to see into her mind, covertly or otherwise but honestly she'd had no actual practise with it.
"Miss Granger," He began finally while Hermione brought her cup to her lips. "That is not a name I am familiar with."
"You're not, yet." She answered honestly. "You don't actually know me… yet." She furrowed her brow as she tried to think on how to tell him without giving away any crucial details. "It's complicated. I don't even know how or why I'm here."
"Here in 1944?" He asked, one eyebrow raising quizzingly. "I have surmised as much that you are a Time Traveller of some kind, yet I see no Time Turner and since you seem to not know how you got here I'm going to assume you also don't know how to get back."
For a moment she hoped she'd just poof back as quickly as she poofed here. Yet she knew even with Time Turners they had to wait until they caught up with themselves. The thought of spending fifty some years just to get back to her own time seem ridiculous! Her entire life was in 1998! Her friends were all there! Her family, granted at the moment her family wouldn't miss her as she had obliviated them but it was beside the point! She wanted – no needed – to go home. She simply shook her head in answer to Dumbledore's statement and when he asked if she had been a Hogwarts student she simply nodded.
"I'm in the final year." She answered. "Gryffindor but…"
She let out a sigh. Technically she hadn't lied, she was in her final year, but she hadn't gone. She was also a Gryffindor but… technicalities.
After a lengthy discussion, more questions with vague answers, it was deemed that Hermione would join the students of Hogwarts under the cover of being a new student. The story that had been settled one was simplistic in its design. Technically speaking witches and wizards didn't have to attend a magical school, they could be home-schooled so that had been the story they'd settled on. Rather than state that she was a pure-blood, it was deemed that having the name Granger would pose too many questions, so instead she was to simply say she was half-blood and her mother had been schooling her. However coming up to N.E.W.T.S her mother had thought it best she attend Hogwarts where the schooling would be structured. She would be taking the mandatory six core lessons along with Arithmancy, Ancient Runes and Care of the Magical Creatures. She was also allowed to stay in Gryffindor, which Hermione was very grateful for.
With the help of Dumbledore she'd managed to secure everything she needed for the new year at Hogwarts. Despite being out of her time, in true Hermione fashion she was looking forward to it. Immersing herself in books, studying and finally being back in the library was the one thing she knew could keep her going. It was the only thing about the entire situation that felt normal to her. The thought of finding new friends though terrified her, socialising was not one of Hermione's strongest suits. Hence why she found herself sat at the very far corner of the Gryffindor table at the sorting feast, her back firmly planted facing the wall and her head down staring at an empty plate. She was vehemently trying to ignore the curious stares of her new classmates. A lump had formed in her throat, her stomach had twisted uncomfortably into knots. She didn't like being the centre of attention, she could practically hear the buzz coming from people's minds, full of questions she didn't want to answer. Thankfully, Headmaster Dippet seemed to address it before people could fire questions at her.
"Welcome back old students, and welcome to our new students." He spoke, Hermione raised her eyes, careful to avoid anyone else's. "Now that the sorting is over, we will begin our feast momentarily. However I would first like to address that we have another student joining us this year. Miss Granger, who prior to this evening was sorted into Gryffindor, has come to Hogwarts to study for her N.E.W.T.S and I hope you will join me in making sure she feel's welcome."
By this point, Hermione's head had dropped back down. The Gryffindor's clapped heartedly, the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws joined in succession, but the Slytherins remained stoic as their eyes locked on the Gryffindor table. Hermione didn't look in their direction but she could almost feel their eyes boring into her.
It's like being a first year all over again. She thought to herself as food suddenly appeared on the table. She picked at it, not really eating anything and she was grateful when the pudding's eventually vanished. That usually signified the finishing of the feast. As people began to leave, the first years following quickly behind their house prefect's, Hermione waited until the biggest portion had left before getting up with a sigh. It was then she saw him, a face she didn't want to see and yet had been curious about too. She'd never seen so much as a picture of him, yet she'd heard the description from Harry and Ginny. Even so, she wasn't prepared for how striking he was.
He was handsome, even Ginny had said as much. He had pale skin, dark hair and dark eyes. Yet it wasn't just his looks that was attractive, it was his sense of self. Even from the other side of the room Hermione could feel the waves of confidence oozing out of him. It both peaked her curiosity and terrified her. She had the sudden urge to bolt from the room, yet found herself stood quite transfixed. He was staring right at her, he seemed to be staring through her, like her soul was laid bare for him to see. He wasn't looking at her coldly, or with any form of emotion as such but there was a slight curiosity in his stare. She suddenly began to understand how a mouse felt dangled infront of a snake. It was unnerving.
"That is Tom Riddle." Came a voice, breaking her out her reverie. Hermione looked to her left and found a blonde girl speaking to her. "He's the Head Boy, good looking and he knows it. He's had girls flinging themselves at his feet for years but he hasn't ever seemed interested in any of them. I'd be careful though, despite his charm he can be quite… harsh."
Like a storm.
"I'll keep that in mind, thank you." Hermione spoke, though as she moved her eyes back to the Slytherin table, Tom Riddle was gone. As the blonde left the hall, Hermione sucked air back into her lungs. The feeling of unease seemed to rid of itself for now. Yet she knew she had to face many more months under the same roof as him, which brought the knots back to her stomach. Hermione knew what he became, the disaster in which he would bring. The hurt, heartbreak and horror. She'd lived through some of it! She'd been tortured by his followers, yet she still stood. She had survived when he'd been completely powerful. Surely she could survive this? In fact, she made an inward promise to do just that. She would not be intimidated him, she would not be fearful of him. She'd spent too long being afraid of him, too long fighting against everything he stood for. She absolutely would not allow just the presence of him to get the better of her. She steeled herself as she walked out of the hall and heading back to the Gryffindor common room. Tomorrow was going to be a very long day.
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