Hermione Granger // Tom Riddle
Hermione never had a normal muggle life, but that's what normally happens to magical children, isn't it?
Hermione was stolen from her home at age three by dark figures who followed orders from a man who resides inside...
never ˈnɛvə/ adverb at no time in the past or future; not ever. ____________
"What about this one?" A seven year old Hermione Riddle pointed at the large book of spells.
"Not yet Hermione dear, once you're a bit older I'll teach it with you." Bellatrix patted her shoulder.
One of Bellatrix's job was to take care of the child, make her into a proper lady and always ignore if the child ever asked about her heritage.
Hermione giggled. "Okay. Hey Bella, what's your nephew like?" She asks as she played around with the pages of the book her caretaker holds.
"Well, I've never seen him that often but he looks like his father but he's smart." She pondered.
"Does he like to read books?" She questioned as she cuddled up to her favourite book 'Hogwarts A History', looking up at her taker.
"Aren't you a bookworm." The adult smirked.
"Well?"
"Yes."
"Does he have a favourite?" Her eyes sparkled in excitement.
"Hm, now that I think bout it he likes to read about dragons. What about you sweet Hermione?"
"I like reading about magic."
"Now tell me what you've memorised."
"To open locked doors we use alohomora."
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"Go on."
"To disar-"
Her voice drowned out as a tall man stepped out of the floo.
"Tommy!"
Tom frowned, he never liked the name she had given him, but she was only seven years of age. The only one that gets to call him other than the Dark Lord or my Lord, he had told her once that she can never call him Tommy in public, he was glad that she listened. He thinks she'll lose it by the time she gets older.
"What have you been up to today?" He grabbed her hand as they sat on a long couch. Hermione got up and sat next to him as she tells him her day and how she learnt seven spells and memorised it.
TRHG
"Severusss." Voldemort hissed.
"What can I do for you my Lord."
"I need you to find a way for me to de-age to an 11 year old."
"You would like to turn while Dumbledore is Headmaster?"
"Don't be daft, I have plans for that old coot, just find a way and I will tell you all of my plans."
