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Timeless Pet	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 12296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Over the next few days, she learned much about the time that would now be hers. Her teacher, an Unspeakable who wouldn’t give tell her his name, was impressed at how quickly she picked things up. He told her that learning things that she knew from before would be easier for her now as the knowledge was still locked away deeply inside her, but he hadn’t expected her to know so much about this time period.
He gave her the cover story they had planned for her. Once they felt she knew enough for this story to work, they supplied her with everything she would need to go to a mysterious magical school called Hogwarts.
It was Christmas day when she was taken up a long path towards a beautiful and familiar castle. A woman walked next to her and hovered a large trunk full of all of Hermione’s worldly possessions. They told her they were letting her keep her real name, and it felt good and familiar to think of herself this way.
The woman next to her was a Ministry witch from the Department of Magical Education. She’d been told Hermione was an orphan from the muggle war. It was only a small part of this new story for her, and she didn’t think the woman had any inkling of the truth.
She was taken into a large entrance hall where two wizards seemed to be waiting for them. One was older with gray hair and stern eyes. The other man was tall and thin with auburn hair and a twinkle in his eyes that seemed very familiar to her.
“Miss Granger I presume.” The older one asked looking to her escort rather than her. “You can place her trunk in here and I’ll have the Houselves take it to her dorm once we have time to sort her.”
The woman nodded and set the trunk down before turning to Hermione. “This is Headmaster Dippet and Professor Dumbledore.” The woman introduced more kindly than the older man did. “I’ll be picking you up once the school year is over at platform 9 ¾. If you need anything you can owl me at the Ministry.”
“Thank you Ma’am.” She said politely before looking apprehensively at the men. The taller one, Professor Dumbledore she reminded herself, put her more at ease than the woman had.
“Let me show you into the Great Hall Miss Granger, we were just about to start Christmas Lunch.” The Professor said with a gentle smile.
“Thank you Professor.” She said and waited a few steps before he felt comfortable to speak again. “Do you think there is any way I could visit the library after lunch? I feel like there is so much to catch up with and I only have a few days.”
“That would be fine Miss Granger, but you shouldn’t worry so much, the professors understand your position and we will make allowances until you catch up. Have you had any time to look over your school books?” he asked curiously as they walked into a huge hall that seemed to have an open roof. Hermione’s jaw dropped as she looked up at the amazing sight.
“It isn’t really open; it is an ancient enchantment that makes it look that way.” The professor told her helpfully.
“It’s amazing!” She gasped and smiled brightly up him.
“You get used to it.” A younger voice said from the single table in the middle of the hall, sounding almost board.
Hermione looked at the boy. He hadn't looked up from a large tome he was reading. He was a skinny boy with dark hair and he reminded her of someone she couldn’t remember. His back was to her so she couldn’t see his face.
“Mr. Riddle I don’t think Madam Pince would be happy to see one of the school’s books at the table.” The professor said in a much colder tone than he’d been using with her.
“Of course Professor.” The boy said before giving an exasperated sigh and marking his page. He looked back at them as he put the book into a bag he had next to his chair.
Hermione couldn’t help but flush a bit as the boy looked her over. He had a perfectly sculpted face and his mouth spread into a disarming smile the moment his eyes settled on her.
“I have to go get the sorting hat so that Miss Granger can be sorted, you will behave while I’m gone Mr. Riddle.” The professor said in the same cold tone.
“Always Professor.” He the boy said without taking his eyes off her. The look made her skin prickle and her stomach flip all at once. She couldn’t remember any of her life before, but she was sure no boy had given her such focused attention before.
After a moment of hesitation, the Professor left her there alone with the handsome boy. “Granger, that’s a Muggle name.” He said once they were alone.
“My parents were Muggles.” She explained and bit her lower lip before puffing out her chest and walked over to the table to take the seat next to them. “They died a few weeks ago…” She explained as she tried to think of something to draw his attention besides her.
“They wouldn’t let you come to Hogwarts when you were eleven?” He guessed with a slight frown. “Sounds like muggles to me.”
“They just didn’t understand.” She said to defend her fictional parents.
“And they never would have. You’re so far behind I’m amazed they let you come to school at all. How old are you, thirteen?” He asked eyeing her again.
“Fourteen, you?” She asked looking him over and judging him to be about the same age.
“I’ll be fourteen next week.” He said suddenly looking a bit irritated. “So that puts you the age of a third year, and we’re already part way through the year. Do you know how impossible it will be for you to catch up?”
She sighed as her cheeks flushed again. “I know it’s going to be really hard but I’ve already read all the required textbooks from year one to three. That will help right?” She asked sounding very worried.
“You read all the textbooks, all the textbooks?” He asked frowning. “Did you understand any of it?” he asked with a doubtful laugh.
“I think so; I just need some time to put it into practice.” She said thoughtfully. She’d been so excited to absorb all the comfortable the Unspeakables would let her get her hands on.
“We shall see.” He said still seeming doubtful.
“Could you tell me what this sorting process is?” She asked wishing they’d have given her more books about the school to read.
“The school is split into four Houses, one for each of the Founders. They each held different traits to be important in prospective students. Salazar Slytherin valued cunning and ambition, Rowena Ravenclaw favored those with intellect and curiosity, Godric Gryffindor liked those who are rash and bold, and Helga Hufflepuff seems to take anyone no one else wants.” He said giving her a knowing smile.
She narrowed her eyes at him, knowing full well when someone was making fun of her. “Well we will have to see which Founder wants me. I mean, what if someone is cunning, intelligent, and bold?” She asked with her own confident smile.
“I decided to join Slytherin.” He said in response.
Hermione rolled her eyes, already over the boy with his arrogant comments. If this hat thing gave her a choice, she would not be joining Slytherin.
“Not that you would be allowed in my noble House.” He said as if he could read her thoughts. “Salazar only allowed wizards to join his number.”
“So it’s an all-male House?” She asked with a frown, women could be just as cunning as men and it was ridiculous to segregate by gender.
“No, I mean they don’t welcome those without a wizarding heritage. As a muggleborn you have no wizards in your bloodline.” He said, as he seemed to decide to be nice to her again.
“Why is that important?” She asked with a deep frown.
“Because wizards are better than muggles.” He said as if it was obvious. “There for those wizards who were born of wizards are better than wizards who were born of muggles.”
She absorbed this information with a thoughtful frown. “Better is a subjective term and you just used it as if it were objective.” She told him with a frown. “Define what you mean by ‘better’.”
He raised an eyebrow at her for a moment and something stirred behind his eyes that somehow made her flush. “Better, that which is superior to another. The reasons wizards are better should be clear, but maybe not to someone of your upbringing. Our magic is the clearest difference, but I’ve met enough muggles in my short time in this world to know they are a deceiving and hateful lot.”
“Magic is merely a skill we possess and they don’t, but there are plenty of other skills in the world. As for the entire muggle race being deceiving and hateful, my parents loved me and they were good people. There are bad people in the world, but I don’t think it matters if they are muggle or wizard.”
“Oh yes, your parents loved you so much they held you back from your true calling for three years. I’m sure the time you’ve tried to control you power with no learning has been pleasurable for you.” He said sarcastically.
“I don’t… I don’t really know.” She said looking away from him as several professors entered the hall in a merry mood.
“Its time for your sorting dear.” Headmaster Dippet said more kindly than he had in the hall. “I see you’ve met young master Riddle. I hope you two are getting along, I think you’ll be spending a lot of time together.”
“Why?” Both Hermione and Riddle asked at the same time.
“Well Miss Granger will be returning with you to…” The headmaster slowed down as he noticed the looks his students were both giving him. “Well, to that muggle orphanage.” he said then cleared his throat. “So let’s get on to the Sorting shall we? Come up here Miss Granger,” he said motioning towards a small stool one of the professors has set down in the middle of the empty space.
Hermione knew she must have gone through this before but the knowledge didn’t make it any less nerve racking. It seemed this Sorting thing was a big deal and would affect her status at the school for years to come.
She sat on the stool and Professor Dumbledore came up behind her to place a large stiff hat on her head that slowly sank so she couldn’t see anything.
“Ahh, I’ve sorted you before.” A gruff by quiet voice said softly.
“What?” She asked startled she looked around before she realized the hat was talking to her.
“Yes, yes, I can see it all. They’ve locked that away from you haven’t they, locked lots of things away from you. Interesting, interesting. Do you wish to know where I placed you before? Do you wish to go back?”
“How am I supposed to know?” She asked softly.
The hat chuckled at her. “Last time I told you had a choice, that two houses would be a good match for your mind and passions. Not the way you are now, not the witch you have become since last time. No, there’s only one place for you now. GRYFFINDOR!” It said the last word loud enough so that the whole room could hear it.
That night as Hermione was getting dressed for bed there was a sudden pain on her foot as if she’d stepped on a hot poker. She hopped over to her bed before pulling the foot up to see what had happened. There written in her own hand was a deep burn.
Tom R. = Evil
She blinked at the wound for a long moment. She in her brilliance had found a way to send herself a message. Something important enough she had felt the need to wound her own skin over it. As she wondered whom Tom R. was, flashes of the young Slytherin boy came to her mind. His last name was Riddle, but she had never gotten his first. There was a part of her though that knew; she somehow knew that was the boy she was warning herself about.
She knew she couldn’t tell anyone about the message so she tried to remember a spell that would make the searing pain go away. Deciding on a cooling charm she’d read about she cast it onto her foot and smiled, as the result was perfect.
Once that was done her thoughts had room to drift back to Riddle. If he was the Tom she had warned herself about, she wondered what she could do about it. He must be very evil in the future, if she was willing to break the law and scar herself to keep this information.
She would have to keep an eye on him.

Chapter 3: Together But Different
Over the next few days Hermione found out Riddle’s first name was indeed Tom. She tried her best to keep an eye on him, but he spent much of his time in the Slytherin dorms where she couldn’t follow. Whenever they had time to talk he acted as if she wouldn’t be spending very long at the school, that she would flunk out easily and the professor’s had done her a disservice in even allowing her to think that she could just pick up her education in year three.
Once the other students returned from Holiday things only got worse between her and Tom. She couldn’t find any evidence but she was pretty sure he was sending other Slytherins to come bother her as she tried to make friends.
Hermione didn’t think she was very good at this whole friend making thing, and she wondered if she had been in her previous life. Even though she was three years behind in practical learning, anyone she talked to in her own house seemed to not have read the book at all.
When classes started that became more clear as she seemed to know more correct answers than anyone else in the class. This was true until she attended her first Ancient Runes class. It was the first time she had seen Tom since the Holiday and he seemed smug to see her there.
“Granger, you realize that this class takes a basic understand of both Charms and History of Magic? That’s why they don’t offer it until third year?” He asked with his charming smile well in place.
“Yes, and I spoke to Professor Cornelius about it already. He thinks I’ll be able to catch up as long as I’m willing to devote myself.” She told him looking around for a seat in the class away from the snob.
She frowned as she realized she had to choose between sitting at the back of the class or sitting next to Tom. Torn between the lesser of two evils she sat down next to the charming prat.
“I’m not letting you copy.” He told her softly. “Well not for free.”
Before she had a chance to answer the professor started the class with a lecture. She took studious notes and started to become more and more irritated as Tom didn’t seem to be taking any.
“Keeping the fifth rule of decoding in mind, how would this be translated?” Professor Cornelius asked as he made a series of runes appear on the blackboard.
Hermione’s hand shot up into the air as it had in all her other classes that day, but unlike her other classes one other hand shot up as well.
“Ah, Mr. Riddle, what do you think?” The professor asked with a smile reserved for a teacher’s pet.
“It doesn’t.” He said with his smug knowing smile.
“I’m sorry Mr. Riddle, but it does.” The professor said and then turned to Hermione. “Miss Granger?” He asked with a bit less kindness.
Taking in a deep breath, Hermione set her shoulders before she started to speak. “Well using the fifth law it would transla…” She started but Tom shook his head distracting her and making her look down to her notes. She blinked at the page when she saw what Tom had noticed first. She groaned inwardly then shook her own head. “Professor he doesn’t translate into anything without using the third law. According to the book, you have the fifth and third law mixed up.”
“I…” Cornelius started then frowned to come look at her scroll. He took some time as he read over her notes and Hermione took that moment to glance at Tom.
His expression was an odd mix of feelings, somewhere between impressed, angry and predatory. The look made her blush for a reason she couldn’t say and she quickly looked away to disburse her own feelings.
Classes continued like this for the rest of the year. Tom soon stopped teasing her about flunking out and a full on rivalry developed over their grades. By the end of the year they were number one and two in their year which only seemed to make Hermione more of a target for dislike around the school.
Even though she hadn’t made any friends during the school year she was still dreading the summer. When it came time to board the train she dragged her feet and was one of the last to get on.
She went from car to car with most people claiming they were full up. When she finally got to Tom’s car she didn’t even bother asking and walked right by without opening the door. As the train started to move the door behind her slipped open.
“No place to sit Granger?” Tom asked from just down the corridor. “We have an extra seat.” He said in his always charming tone. There were groans from within which cut off abruptly as Tom shot them a sharp look.
“No thank you, I’ll find a place.” She said not wishing to subject herself to whatever plot he was thinking.
“If you say so Granger.” He said and shook his head with his knowing grin.
After trying the rest every other car in the train she still had not found a place to sit. She just couldn’t understand why there was no other students in the entire school that liked her at all. When she felt tears coming on she ran to the girl’s bathroom and locked herself in.
Sitting in one of the small train stalls she let the tears loose crying at how hard things had been for her this year. She was sure back in her other life she had made friends, but she just didn’t know how it had happened. For some reason the idea of crying in a bathroom was connected to her past friends, though she brushed off that thought as silly.
When there was a knock at the door it stopped her tears short.
“Granger, I saw you come this way.” Tom said in an almost kind voice. “Please come out, we’re going to have to spend the whole summer together at that horrible place, we should be friends.”
“You hate muggle-borns!” She yelled, verbalizing it for the first time that year.
“Whoever said that?” He asked sounding both surprised and impressed with the deduction.
She stomped to the bathroom door and swung it open as a sudden anger replaced her sadness. Her face was still red and blotchy from her crying, but she didn’t care.
“You don’t fool me Tom Riddle.” She started crossing her arms. “You may not say it in public but I see how your minions act towards me and the other muggle-borns. I know they wouldn’t act without direct orders from you.”
He blinked at the girl yelling in his face a few times before smiling widely and pushing her into the bathroom so he could close the door behind him.
“You have no proof of anything like that.” he said leaning against the door to block her way.
“I may not have clear proof, but I can understand the things I see.” She said standing up straighter after being manhandled. “You may have most of the staff fooled and a good portion of the student body, but we should be clear; I see you.” She said her chin held high.
Instead of being angered or annoyed by her bossy manner, or her harsh words Tom only smiled more broadly.
“I see that.” He said after a long silence of just looking her over. “Honestly I didn’t think you would last the year Mudblood.” He told her in a tone that didn’t match his words.
A slow bought of anger was filling her head as he seemed to be taking everything so calmly. When the vile term dropped from his lips like it was a pet name she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her fist flew without her permission and she clocked him right in the nose.
His head jerked with the force of the blow and his hand came up in surprise by the muggle attack. She had split his lip and he only smiled more broadly at her.
“You hit me.” He said sounding surprised.
“You called me mudblood.” She told him heatedly pulling back her fist to hit him again.
Before she could act he had he grabbed her wrists in a strong grip shaking his head. “I don’t think so my pet.” He said looking her in the eyes.
“I’m not your pet!” She said struggling to free herself.
“But I want you.” Tom said as if that settled the matter. “You’ve surprised me in so many ways. You have a mind that can almost keep up with my own. You have fire enough to hit your betters. What other surprises will you have for me in the future?” He asked sounding as if was giving her high praise.
“You can’t have me Tom.” She said giving one final jerk to free herself. At the same moment Tom let go of her wrist so that she would fall back onto her ass. “You will never have me.” She said as fiercely as she could from her prone position.
“We will see my pet, we have a whole summer together.” He reminded her before leaving the bathroom to cut off any useless argument.
Hermione spent several long moments sitting on the floor of the bathroom as she tried to decide what exactly had just happened. She decided finally he was just trying to make her feel even uneasy around him.
With a deep breath she got to her feet and made her way to the first cabin with a free seat she could find. Ignoring dirty looks she sat down and pulled out a book to busy herself for the rest of the ride back.
Next year would be better, she decided. She would work on making friends so that Tom couldn’t get to her so very easily. She looked over her book at the boys across the way. They were second years so she hadn’t had any real communication with them before now. The one on the left had bright red hair that stirred a memory inside her.
“What’s your name?” She asked suddenly putting the book down in her lap.
“Me?” he asked looking to his friend to make sure he had it right. “Septimus Weasley.”
She frowned and shook her head. “I thought so.” She said suddenly not knowing what she would say to him. She picked the book back up and pretended it never happened.
The two boys whispered back and forth to each other for a good span of the trip before the Septimus’ friend spoke up.
“I’m Albert Prewett, you’re in Gryffindor like us right?” He asked as he tried to give her a somewhat friendly smile.
“I am.” She agreed as she wondered what they were up to. “I know its sort of odd being sorted in one’s third year…”
“What is the muggle world like?” Septimus suddenly cut in with wide eyes.
“I don’t really know much about it myself actually.” She said with a frown. “Well nothing you couldn’t read in a book. When my parents were…I lost a lot of memory.”
“That must be awful.” Albert said and elbowed his friend for being so blunt.
The rest of the trip was better than most of the year. It seemed Hermione had a knack for talking to preteen boys who she wasn’t in academic competition with.
When they finally got to the station 9¾ the woman that had dropped Hermione off at the school was waiting for to take her and Tom to take to the orphanage that would be their home for the summer. As they drove Hermione sat in silence as Tom charmed the woman, the woman was obviously under his spell like so many others. It annoyed her to watch him flatter and flirt with the middle aged woman. She wondered what the point was, why did he need almost everyone to like him.
When they were standing in front of the sad looking gate that would lead her to her new home she suddenly felt very depressed.
“Don’t worry, its worse inside.” He told her as he looked around and grabbed the end of his trunk. “Better get inside.”
“You’ve really lived in this place your whole life?” She couldn’t help but ask as she started tugging at her own trunk.
“Well besides going to school. I think you’ll find Hogwarts feels a lot more like home.” Tom told her and smirked. “But don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

Somehow the promise only made her feel worse about the coming months.
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