Tomione- The Only Purpose

The Extra Properties

Tom Riddle, or as he called himself, Lord Voldemort, fell to the ground in an undignified heap. He groaned as he sat up and took in his surroundings. He appeared to be in the Forbidden Forest near his true home, Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. He could hear great whoops and cheers coming from the castle, and the chanting of one word ("Harry, harry, harry"). He cast a quick glamour charm on himself, not quite knowing what was happening. He entered the Great Hall, where people seemed to be either sobbing or celebrating. He walked over to a girl who was sitting staring dreamily out of a window. She was wearing casual attire, with a Ravenclaw tie.
"Excuse me" he said to get her attention. Her eyes drifted over to him and she blinked
"What year is it" he asked her. Her already large eyes widened
"Were you hit by a memory charm?" She asked "you look lost"
Not quite knowing what was going on, or why Hogwarts looked like a battlefield, he nodded.
"Ok then. I'll refresh your memory. Harry Potter just won the battle and Voldemort is dead. The war is over and the year is 1998?"
He frowned, and turned away. That was bad news. What about his horcruxes- his horcruxes! That must be why he was here. He had enchanted Hufflepuff's cup for that purpose, which set it apart from the others. It had a charm on it that made it so if anyone tried to destroy it it would blast him forward in time to where it was, or at least the approximate area. That Potter boy that girl spoke of, killed his future self? This would require some thought to his next action. He continued walking around, observing the place he considered his home. It would take quite a bit of repair. He walked across the hall and saw a pale corpse. He went closer; the figure had slits instead of a nose, cold red eyes that were permanently open, and thin, bloodless lips forever carved into a smirk. He observed it-was this his future self? He knew that he was a handsome man, and was as proud as a peacock. What happened to him to make him turn into this? He decided once and for all that he would not become this empty shell. Obviously horcruxes were not the path to immortality. He would have to find someone and extract knowledge of the future from them. He would have to appear happy about his death, have to blend in.
"Excuse me?" A voice said, quite soft. Belonging to a woman, it had a hint of sadness. He turned around and saw a woman, still practically a girl, who had auburn hair, a slightly dark complexion with smooth skin, and she looked tired.
"Is there any reason to examine Vol-Voldemort's body? We were going to take it and put it in the Chamber Of Secrets, you see".
"Oh of course, wasn't that the chamber that Salazar himself made?" He asked, feigning cluelessness.
"Oh yes, I see you've heard of it. Well I mean who hasn't really but" she caught her breath. She had obviously been through a lot.
"My friends need to rest. I haven't told them that I plan to do away with his body. In the chamber is quite fitting for him" he nodded absentmindedly.
"If you could use a hand levitating it there I'll be glad to help" he put on a kind expression. Once they were in the chamber he could find out about this time and form a plan to take over.
"Oh. Of course, I am very weary, Mr..." She trailed off, not knowing his name "I don't quite recall seeing you around, what is your name? I'm Hermione Granger" She said, shaking my hand. Damn. He didn't have an alias.
"I think I've been hit by a memory charm. That's what the blonde haired girl said anyway" he told her. A look of understanding crossed her face as she nodded.
He levitated the body up, and she led the way to the chamber.
"Oh shoot, I don't know how to get in" she said as she started examining it. It would be easy to say it and push her down the slide.

He quickly hissed out the password, and before she could even turn around shocked he pushed her down the slide, taking her wand from her back pocket as she fell. He jumped in and slid down to, pushing his corpse in front of him. She had landed painfully, and he put a binding charm on her. He removed the glamour charm and levitated her to the main part of the chamber. He turned the final corner and saw-oh no. Was that-was that the skeleton of his basilisk?
His precious pet, so ancient and dear to him, was nothing but a skeleton with the teeth removed. He cast his corpse across to the other end, and dropped to his knees to examine his late pet. He turned to the girl, Hermione, and gave her an evil smirk.
"Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Tom Riddle, and I was summoned here by my horcrux" she gave a terrified squeak, and could only move her eyes as he circled her.
"Legilimens" he hisses at her.

She was five years old and being teased by muggles for her frizzy hair.

Seven years old and her parents were showing her a diagram of teeth.

Ten years old and proudly presenting a perfect report card to her parents.

Eleven years old and boarding the Hogwarts express.

Thirteen years old and punching what looked like Abraxas Malfoy in the face.

There were many other memories, and he sorted through the important ones concerning him. He finally left her mind, and she looked even more exhausted. He smirked at her again. She was quite pretty and only a year or so younger than him now, and she knew this world. He saw her intelligence, how it rivalled his.
"Well Miss Hermione, it seems like you can help me in this age". He lifted the silencing charm from her and the first words she spat out were "fuck off". He laughed at this, he liked the rebellion in her.
"Crucio". It slipped out of his mouth easily, well practiced. Somehow she managed not to scream, not to let a tear escape, and glared at him. He could feel her magic working against the bindings, and she punched him first in the gut, then the nose. He was fairly immune to pain, and was impressed with her strength. His next actions would require a lot of thought.