𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋

Chapter 1: Introductions

---HOGWARTS HOSPITAL WING, 2nd September 1947, 11:00 a.m.

"Ugh!" Hermione groaned in pain.

 "What the fuck-?" she muttered to herself in confusion.

 A few minutes passed as she sat on a bed taking her surroundings. She was in the Hogwarts' hospital wing.

But that wasn't possible?

The war had destroyed mostly everything, including her bestfriends, classmates, and her fiancée, Draco Malfoy.

He had become a spy for the order, but when the time came, Voldemort murdered him.

Brutally.

All Hermione could do was scream and scream and scream and sob and sob and she grieved. She released a loud scream of grief, anger, and hatred.

The last thought that she had before a young matron came and stuffed a potion in her throat was that she would torture and kill him, she would burn the whole world down because it reminded her of him. Her lover. She vowed herself.

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---HOGWARTS' SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM, 2nd September 1947, 11:49 a.m.

After approximately 49 minutes after mostly everyone heard a loud scream, Tom Riddle sat on his favourite chair, aka, the head chair in the Slytherin common room.

To his right, Avery, Nott, and Lestrange were positioned. To his left, there was Malfoy, Rosier, and Doholov. They were his loyal 'followers'.

 Again, he heard another scream during their discussion.

His followers all glanced at each other, frightened about the sudden noise, which probably the whole of Hogwarts heard. 

Again..

They all went to the Hospital Wing, girls sending flirtatious winks at them and simpering looks towards them, which they ignored. 

When they finally reached, Tom politely asked the matron, and the matron would answer him, as he had is Head Boy badge clipped on to his robes.

The matron, surprised by his arrival, said, "Well, Mr. Riddle, a girl who was brought in simply was, well," she cleared her throat, "shocked."

Tom raised an eyebrow, and Doholov noticing quickly said, "Where is she?" he asked, using a charming voice instead of his usual one.

The latter, charmed, stammered as she pointed to the corner on the right. "Th- the- there- yes, there," she exhaled out.

Abraxas gave a quick smile before going along with Tom. 

"Let's wait here. She'll wake up any minute now," Tom instructed.

"But Tom, how do you know that?" Evan Rosier asked.

Huffing, Tom explained, "While we were there, I snuck a spell at the girl so it would charm her to wake up in a minute or two," said with a smugly look on his face. 

"Ohhh," they all muttered, realising.

Suddenly, a soft rustling sound came from the wing. They all quickly pressed their backs on the wall, slightly alarmed.

The girl breathed heavily, "Where am I?" she muttered loud enough for them to hear.

---HOSPITAL WING

Hermione jolted up from her bed, again. She once again took in her surroundings, sensing a presence.

Well, the war came in handy?

No, Hermione, this is no time for jokes!

 Hermione formed a small smirk on her face. "Where am I?" she muttered, loud enough for them to hear.

"Hogwarts' hospital wing," A man replied, stepping out of the shadows, his hands up in surrender as he saw her wand taken out.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked, very well knowing the answer.

The man had blonde hair till his neck and grey eyes which had a storm hidden in them. She knew exactly who he was. A Malfoy.

Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, as he looked like-

Him.

"My name is Abraxas Malfoy, and you're in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts," he explained slowly as if speaking to a 5-year-old.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at this. After a minute, a small smirk formed on her face.

"You can come out now," she softly whispered.

"How did you know?" Another man with dark hair stepped out of the shadows said. Hermione would recognise the man even if she was blind. She glared at the man.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he said as he took a few steps forward, "My name is Antonion Doholov."

'Antonion Doholov.' Hermione thought at the same time he said his name.

Fuck you, Doholov. I'm probably dying because of your stupid curse with your stupid mouth-- 

She could go on listing the things she hated about him.

"I'm Evan Rosier, pleasure to meet you," he said, stepping out of the shadows with another man. He took Hermione's hand, kissing her knuckles.

"Christopher Avery," the man said, slightly tipping his head.

Wait... All of these were death eaters, but young. Hermione looked around, trying to remember something.

Then it clicked. They were the Knights of Walpurgis. And their leader was...

Tom Riddle.

The man who didn't let her have a normal life. 

The man who killed her best friends, her love-

Her teachers, innocent people.

"And, finally, I, am Tom Riddle. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance," he said with a charming smile, which would make anyone weak on their knees, his hands sticking out, waiting for the girl to shake it.

"Can't say the same thing for me," she replied, bored when she wanted to kill him right then and there. You could.

Tom Riddle would never make her feel like a simpering, pathetic fan girl.

Her heart, body, and soul belonged to Draco, and Draco only.

Tom put his hand down, his face slightly faltering.

"Well," he said, putting his façade on again, "What was your name, again, Miss?" he asked with a trying again, with a charming smile and voice.

But Hermione didn't fall for it. she instead responded with a sassy remark.

"I didn't tell you," she snapped.

Tom simply smiled, the nerve of that girl. "Well.." he started, looking at Abraxas. 

Abraxas, sensing this, said, "He's Head Boy, you have to tell him," 

Hermione raised a mocking eyebrow, "Oh, really?" she asked, feigning surprise.

"Mhm," said Reinhard Lestrange, who just entered. 

"Tom," he acknowledged, lightly tipping his head.

Hermione cleared her throat.

Merlin, how many were they?

"Get off your high horses, you're not pretty." Not as pretty as hi-

"I am highly offended," Abraxas said, clutching his heart.

"You should be," Hermione whispered, turning to go to the restroom with a small smirk.