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Somewhere in Time	By : serpentinred Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 64474 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter 3

"That was easy," Hermione remarked cheerily; Harry, however, did not share her happiness. Draco, on the other hand, had decided to ignore their presence altogether since last night. "I do hope that I've done well on those tests though."

They had just finished taking the tests administered by Dumbledore and were now walking towards their respective common rooms.

Rays of light from the morning sun were slowly pouring in through the windows of the hallways. Some of the occupants in the portraits could be seen stretching and yawning as they, too, awoke with the call of dawn. Not many students were awake at this time of day, but they still caught a glimpse of one or two students near the library.

"You're Hermione Granger. Of course you did well," Ginny reassured her.

"I'm just worried that perhaps some of the theories might have changed throughout the years. What if they're right during our time but wrong in this time?" Hermione asked as she furrowed her eyebrows.

"You worry way too much, Hermione," Harry commented. "Relax. I'm sure you will get into every single class Hogwarts has to offer."

Ginny and he promptly started to laugh.

"Hopefully, not Divination," Hermione replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Beware the crossing of Mars and Venus!" she cried with an exaggerated performance of Trelawney, which caused Harry and Ginny to laugh even more.

Hermione laughed along with them until she caught a glimpse of Draco from the corner of her eyes. For some reason, despite the taunts and mean things he had done to her throughout the years at Hogwarts, she felt sorry for him. She had her friends with her, but he was all alone.

"Malfoy."

He turned towards them and looked at her questioningly. She bit her lower lip, not quite knowing how she should say her next words. Nevertheless, she gathered up her courage and looked him straight in the eye.

"I know that we've had many conflicts in the past years, but we're in a completely different time period, and no one here knows who we are or what we've been through. I'd like to call a truce, even a temporary one, until we return to our time," Hermione suggested.

Draco scowled and looked away from the three of them.

"I don't need your help," he mumbled.

Ginny had long stopped laughing and was watching their interaction. Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco. Hermione had a feeling that he was about to pull out his wand and hex the Slytherin.

"Malfoy—" she started to say.

He turned around and looked at them angrily.

"I said I don't need your help," he spat out. "I ended up here because of you three. And now you're trying to mend everything by pretending to be nice? It doesn't work like that—"

"How dare you accuse her of doing such things?" Harry bellowed, fury apparent on his face. "Hermione was just worried because YOU will be in the same House as Rid—"

Hermione tugged on Harry's robe.

"Harry," she warned.

Harry gave her a reassuring look before glaring at Draco.

"Fine! Be a stubborn git. We won't be the one at the end of his wand if you do something he doesn't like," Harry hissed before pulling Hermione and Ginny away towards Gryffindor tower, leaving Draco staring after them.

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"Dear Merlin! Tom, are you alright?" Harry, Hermione, and Ginny heard a female's voice screech as they sat at the Gryffindor table, eating their breakfast.

Curious about the source of noise, they turned around and watched a young woman rush over to the Slytherin table. Her blond hair fell freely around her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face. Her eyes were wide with concern as she approached Tom. In the time travelers' opinions, she looked like a prettier version of Pansy Parkinson.

"Even if I were alright, I'd be sick now," Ginny whispered, watching in disgust as the young woman nearly flung herself at Tom.

Harry and Hermione snorted.

"Just a few minor injuries, Iris. Thank you for your concern," Tom answered with a smile that caused most of the girls near him to swoon.

"Those girls are overreacting a bit, aren't they?" Harry asked, confused thoroughly.

He had seen girls swarm behind Viktor Krum back in their fourth year, but this was the first time he had seen them react to this extent. The female students were not the only ones who were attracted to the young Voldemort. His charm seemed to be working on the professors, too.

"I guess," Ginny mumbled as she nearly buried her face into her plate.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her reaction and turned his head to look at Hermione for an answer. She pointedly looked to the side while she hummed a song to herself. The two young witches understood quite well that Tom Riddle was a nutcase who needed psychological help. Nevertheless, to them, there was no point trying to deny that he was breathtakingly handsome.

"Hello!" a voice cut in, breaking the uncomfortable silence between the trio.

They looked up to find a tall, gangly young man with bright red hair and freckles standing over them. He was wearing the black robes that all students at Hogwarts wore. The crest on his robes denoted the fact that he was also a Gryffindor.

"Hi," the three of them replied.

"My name is Gareth Weasley," the young man said, flashing a smile at them. "Haven't seen you lot before! I'm guessing you're the new transfer students I heard about last night in the Gryffindor common room. Welcome to Hogwarts! You're in Gryffindor, aren't you, since you're sitting at our table?"

"Yes, we are in Gryffindor," Hermione smiled warmly at the rather chatty young man.

"Wonderful! May I have the pleasure of learning your names?"

The three then introduced themselves to Gareth.

He beamed at them after he learned their names and slipped into the seat beside Hermione. "Glad to make your acquaintance. I hope we'll finally win the House Cup with new people in Gryffindor."

"Finally?" Ginny asked.

"Well, you see, for the past few years, the House Cup had always been won by the Slytherins. I mean, how could they lose with Tom Riddle in their House? He's bloody brilliant. I've never seen anyone as intelligent as he is … well, except for maybe Dumbledore. All of the professors adore him for his talent in magic," Gareth answered with a sigh as he looked over at the Slytherin table.

Harry looked over at Tom darkly. However, Gareth's next words almost caused the three to fall out of their chairs.

"Nice bloke though. Very kind and helpful to people who ask for his help."

"Are you sure we're talking about the same person?" Harry asked, feeling slightly lightheaded from Gareth's opinion of the future Dark Lord.

Gareth looked at him curiously while he scooped some eggs onto his plate.

"Have you met him already? How peculiar! Most people who have had the chance to talk to him find him quite charming and kind," he remarked. "Perhaps he was in a bad mood when you met him?"

"Well, yes, we met him already. He seemed like a nice person," Hermione replied with a forced smile.

She figured that they would have to act as if they were newcomers if they did not want people becoming suspicious of them. Therefore, they should not act as if they knew all of the dark little secrets Tom Riddle had up his sleeves.

"Oh, you have?" Gareth asked, mildly surprised. "How did you meet him?"

"Well…we sort of fell on top of him—"

Gareth's eyes widened.

"—when we traveled to Hogwarts with a Portkey," Hermione finished.

"Wow. Falling right on top of our Head Boy on the first day you're here?" he asked, astonished. His expression clearly showed an ongoing conflict between admiration and shock.

"It was by accident," she explained quickly.

"Nevertheless, wow," Gareth breathed out.

"Wow what?" asked another voice.

They looked up and found a good-looking Gryffindor with messy black hair and dark brown eyes. There was no doubt about whose ancestor they were meeting. Harry had to prevent himself from jumping out of his seat and becoming overly enthusiastic about meeting the dark-haired young man.

"These four fell right on top of Tom the first day they got here," Gareth answered in awe.

The Gryffindor with the messy black hair looked at them with widened eyes. "Better run for cover when you see Riddle's admirers nearing you. You might be chopped up into pieces and fed to the Giant Squid," he laughed.

Hermione suddenly had the uncomfortable feeling that he was not really joking. Ginny grimaced as these words brought a very vivid image to her mind.

"By the way, the name's Joseph. Joseph Potter."

"Nice to meet you," Hermione smiled after they had exchanged names.

"Do you know what classes you will be taking yet?" Joseph asked as he sat down next to Gareth and started to pile his plate with food.

"Not yet. We just took the tests this morning, but Dumbledore did promise that we would get the results during breakfast," Hermione replied.

At the mention of this, she craned her neck to look at the staff's table. She was delighted to see Dumbledore heading towards their table.

"Good morning, Miss Granger, Mr. Evans, Miss Weatherby," he greeted them kindly. He looked over at the other two boys. "And good morning to you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley."

"Good morning, Professor," the five of them chorused.

Dumbledore then took out a couple of pieces of parchment.

"These are your schedules," he said. "If you have any questions concerning them, you may meet with me in between classes."

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione chirped happily after she had finished looking at her schedule.

Dumbledore was about to turn away from them when Harry called out, "Professor!"

The older wizard looked at him questioningly.

Harry pointed at Hermione's schedule, "How is it possible for anyone to go through so many classes?"

Hermione glared at him while Ginny stifled a laugh. Dumbledore chuckled before heading back to the staff's table.

"Blimey. She has nearly as many classes as our Head Boy," Gareth commented as he peered at her schedule.

"Nearly?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gareth nodded. "He just has one or two classes more than she does. That's all," he explained. Harry, Ginny, and Hermione looked at one another with their jaws slightly opened.

"How is that possible? Does he ever sleep or eat?" Hermione asked, very much annoyed with a certain Heir of Slytherin at the moment.

"Oh, he does, but he hardly needs to go through his work. I've never seen him studying or anything of the sort. I guess it comes naturally to him," Joseph piped up.

Hermione stabbed her fork at the ham on her plate rather harshly in reaction.

"How do you know so much about him?" Harry asked, carefully watching the expressions of the young man who might very well be his ancestor.

He was seriously hoping that Joseph was not one of Voldemort's followers. If he were, Harry would have to consider drowning himself in the lake.

"Oh, everyone knows Riddle's time schedule," Joseph answered casually. "Just follow the crowd of girls."

"Now that's an exaggeration," Harry laughed.

"You haven't been here long enough, Harry. You do not know how most of the girls in the school react when he's around. The normal responses include, but are not limited to: giggle, giggle some more, and faint," he commented. The three time travelers laughed quietly before he leaned closer to them and whispered, "Many girls in our House secretly admire him as well."

He smirked suggestively at the two witches.

"As long as you're not one of them," Ginny sniggered in response.

Joseph glared at her.

"Oh yes, I'd love to be in the arms of Tom," Joseph replied in a high-pitched voice, batting his eyelashes at the trio. "Tom this, Tom that. Tom, Tom, Tom."

Harry, Hermione, and Ginny laughed.

"You're not too fond of him, are you?" Harry observed.

"No, he's not," Gareth spoke up. "He's just jealous that Riddle has all the girls at his beck and call."

Joseph looked mortified. "Me? Jealous? You've got to be kidding me, mate," he said in a dramatic voice. "I am Joseph Potter. Do I need to lower myself to the standards of a jealous prat? I think not."

The three time travelers laughed again.

"I just don't trust him, that's all," Joseph explained.

"Don't trust him?" Harry questioned.

Joseph nodded. "He's a bit secretive, if you ask me," he replied.

Gareth rolled his eyes. "You think that everyone has some sort of conspiracy," he commented. "The professors all love him so there can't possibly be something wrong with him."

"Dumbledore doesn't," Joseph pointed out. "Although Dumbledore doesn't say it out loud, it's obvious that he doesn't favor Riddle over other students like other professors do."

"Well, he's in Slytherin. So he must have some Slytherin characteristics," Gareth reasoned, shrugging his shoulders.

Harry and Ginny exchanged a look with one another. For some reason, Gareth seemed to be quite fond of Tom.

"Oh well. Nothing that should concern us," Joseph said. He then grinned at the trio. "So, should we show you around the castle lest you get lost?"

"No—" Harry started to say but was quickly stopped by Hermione pinching him hard on his thigh.

He stuffed a fist into his mouth to prevent himself from squeaking in pain.

The two young men looked at him weirdly while Hermione smiled at them apologetically.

"He has had a stomachache since last night and he really wanted to retire to the dormitories to rest. However, we should learn how to get around the school or we might get lost," she lied.

An expression of understanding appeared on the two young wizards' faces.

"It's no problem. We could always show you tomorrow," Joseph said with a shrug.

Harry rubbed his thigh with one hand while shaking the other at Joseph.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Harry managed to make out through gritted teeth as he shot a look of annoyance at Hermione. "Let's go."

They got up and walked towards the doors of the Great Hall.

"Thanks, Hermione. Mind letting me know beforehand the next time you're going decorate me with bruises?" Harry hissed at her.

"It's our first day here. We're not supposed to know where we are going," Hermione whispered back.

"Oh yeah," Harry answered, a look of realization dawning on his face.

Hermione sighed. This was going to be one long trip.

"Just a few simple facts to get you started." Gareth smiled at them. "As you know, the Headmaster is Professor Dippet. An old goat, if you ask me." The time travelers laughed at his description. "Our Head of House is Professor Dumbledore, who's also the Transfiguration professor."

"The wisest professor in Hogwarts, in my opinion," Joseph cut in.

"Professor Slughorn's the Head of Slytherin House and the Potions Master," Gareth continued.

"According to my parents, very different from the previous Heads of Slytherin," Joseph added. "He's quite fair in many aspects."

"He does have the tendency to favor students who have a well-known background or show promising talents."

"He, however, doesn't favor Slytherins over students from other Houses, which is a good thing," Joseph grimaced. "Riddle already has most of the professors wrapped around his fingers."

"As if Tom's not his favorite student anyway, Joseph." Gareth rolled his eyes.

"Good point," Joseph said with a sigh.

"Anyway, the Charms professor and Head of Ravenclaw is Professor Fireswish. He's quite a jolly old man," Gareth continued.

"But that doesn't stop him from having a bad temper. He usually doesn't mind when we joke around but if you go overboard with it, you might land yourself with detentions for weeks."

"Professor Ferns teaches Herbology and is the Head of Hufflepuff," Gareth said. "She's very gentle and kind."

"And boring." Joseph nodded. "If we weren't standing when we take Herbology classes, there would probably be as many sleeping students as the History of Magic classes, which are taught by Professor Binns."

"The dullest class in the school," Gareth commented. "And, he never remembers your names."

"Prepare your pillows, but be sure to cast a charm over it to look like a textbook," Gareth suggested.

"Professor Merrythought's Defense Against the Dark Arts classes are quite interesting."

"Her classes are almost as much fun as Professor Dumbledore's."

"You're always learning, and it pains me to say this, but she has even more patience than Professor Dumbledore," Joseph admitted rather reluctantly.

The trio smiled at one another. The way Joseph and Gareth talked reminded them strongly of the Weasley twins.

"The Head Girl is Augusta Rookwood," Joseph sighed after they have finished introducing the professors of Hogwarts. "Although she's a Gryffindor, it doesn't stop her from being a nasty piece of work."

"What do you mean by that?" Ginny questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Her twin brother, Augustus, is in Slytherin," Gareth explained. "She comes from a family of purebloods, so sometimes—"

"All the time, Weasley," Joseph corrected.

"—she feels that she's slightly superior to others," Gareth finished.

"Very superior," Joseph corrected again.

Harry and Hermione glanced worriedly at Ginny, who had a murderous look on her face. They could not blame her since Fred had been killed by Augustus Rookwood.

"And the Head Boy is Tom Riddle, from Slytherin House. He's the only decent Slytherin I know of," Gareth commented.

The time travelers had to stop themselves from snorting.

"Even though I don't really like him, I do have to admit that he's kinder to the Gryffindors than the other Slytherins," Joseph confessed. "At least he tries to be fair when it comes to docking points. The other Slytherins…wait till you're here for a longer period of time. It's basically war between the two Houses."

"What about the other two Houses?" Hermione asked. "Surely they're not completely unaware about the inter-House rivalry."

"If you really want to draw a line between friends and foes, the Hufflepuffs would most likely help us and the Ravenclaws would probably side with the Slytherins," Gareth made a face of disgust. "However, normally, both of them do attempt to remain neutral."

"As neutral as they can be," Joseph huffed.

The trio looked at one another again while Joseph and Gareth continued to chatter on.

Although they had no idea what would happen in the following days, there was one thing that they were sure about—it would be nowhere near "boring."

~-0-~

Hermione tapped her quill on the table as she waited for Charms class to begin. Ginny was taking sixth-year classes instead of seventh-year classes for some reason that only Dumbledore would know. Harry, Gareth, and Joseph were sitting beside her, heatedly discussing the Quidditch tryouts that were about to begin. A brunette and a blonde sat in the front of the class, talking about Merlin-knows-what. Other than that, there was no one else in the class.

That was, until Tom Riddle walked into the classroom. The chatter between the girls at the front of the class stopped as they stared at the young man. The three boys beside her did not notice the presence of an additional person in the room.

"Hi, Tom," the girls in the front called out flirtatiously.

"Good morning," he greeted them with a smile that made the girls giggle.

Hermione rolled her eyes, thinking to herself that this year would definitely be worse than the year with Krum at Hogwarts. Whenever Krum had entered the library, the girls would swarm in with him. This had caused many problems for Hermione since it was quite hard to study with the constant squealing and chattering of the girls.

She could not help but stare when Tom chose the seat next to her. The girls in the front immediately turned around to glare at her. The witch felt slightly annoyed since she was not the one who asked him to sit next to her.

Good heavens, if you wanted him to sit next to you, ask before he chose it himself. Not that the "great Lord Voldemort" takes instructions from "mere human beings" like the rest of us, Hermione thought, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes.

The "great Lord Voldemort" gave her a quick nod before sitting down.

"Why are you sitting here?" Hermione asked without thinking.

It was after the words left her mouth that she realized how dumb it must have sounded. There weren't any designated seats for students at Hogwarts after all.

Tom looked at her, surprise written on his face.

The perfect picture of innocence.

Had she not known about the things he would do in the future, she would have believed that he was as innocent as an angel, too. No one could ever believe that a lad like him would commit something evil, let alone kill thousands.

Hermione grimaced to herself. If only he were not an evil wizard in the making, then she could do what every other girl in Hogwarts was doing at the moment: fancy him without feeling guilty about it.

"He usually sits there, Hermione," Gareth explained. He scratched the back of his head. "Well, actually, he usually sits in your seat but since you took his seat …"

Hermione looked at him.

"Oh," she answered. She watched as Tom proceeded to place his ink and parchments on the table neatly. She then turned back to Gareth and whispered, "Are you best friends with him or something?"

Gareth shook his head.

"Not really. I just know him because he sort of helped me out when we were in our third year," he explained. He smiled sheepishly. "I was telling Joseph I'd forgotten to do an essay for Potions that was due the next day. He couldn't help me, though, since he's rubbish in that subject. Tom overheard us talking about it and offered to help me. He stayed up nearly the whole night helping me do the research and checking my work for me."

"Oh," was all Hermione could manage to say. She stole a glance at Tom, who was reading through the notes from the previous class.

She frowned before turning back to Gareth, who was immersed in another Quidditch conversation with Joseph. Harry exchanged a look with her before he rejoined Joseph and Gareth's discussion. Hermione knew exactly what he was thinking at the moment; it was the same thing she was wondering about, too.

If Gareth Weasley was indeed an ancestor of the Weasleys, she knew he would be written down as a blood traitor in Voldemort's book. The Weasleys were definitely not in possession of power or wealth. Why was Tom being so nice to him then? It did not seem logical to her or Harry at all.

Looking back at Tom, she almost jumped out of her seat when she noticed that he was watching her. He smiled at her before turning his gaze back to the notes as if nothing had happened.

Something had happened. Hermione was not one who easily overlooked details.

The calculating glint in Tom Marvolo Riddle's eyes sent a cold shiver down her spine.

And she did not like that feeling at all.

~-0-~

A/N: Many thanks to my betas Lildaani, Noybate, Hajnalmadar, and matterhorn, and my spectacular reviewers
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