Hermione Granger was supposed to win a war. Instead, she wakes in 1943-inside a Hogwarts that hasn't bled yet, wearing a pureblood name that isn't hers. Tom Riddle is still a boy. Brilliant. Beautiful. Wrong in ways no one else can see. And Hermione's mission is impossible: get close enough to stop Voldemort... without becoming part of what makes him. In Slytherin, silence is a weapon. Truth is a liability. And the future is already starting to take shape.

A collection of advice that my 15-year-old self thought to share with the Internet, juxtaposed with the very different life views from 23-year-old me.

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