Only time stands between our love

A silence seemed to settle on Hogwarts, it was the last day and no one was really sure if Hogwarts would stay open next year. I could tell you about the whole school and the whole story of this school. But that would be a history lesson and not quite entertaining. No, on the contrary, this story happens to be about a girl. Shes not exceptionaly pretty and she doesnt have tons of handsome manly admireres and shes not the most liked person at hogwars but yet I'm sure you've heard of her. But if you haven't this girls name is Hermione. She is one of the two smartest people at Hogwarts. The other was named Tom Riddle. But we'll meet him later, when youre least expecting it.

Hermione looked in the mirror. She was always up the earliest in her house. She seemed to live by Benjaman Franklin's one of many mottos. Early to bed and Early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. Hermione was certaintly very smart but she was not satisfied. Hermione looked in the mirror and now she had found a fault in herself. It was not her looks but rather the fact that she was not wise. Wise is not smart and smart is not wise. Wise is an infinite power, it is sensed by every person in the world. There is no one humanly wise. But if someone were to be human yet so not human they could be wise. Hermione seemed to follow the same path of Voldemort or the Dark Lord.
Many hours later it was finanaly time for breakfast. Hermione walked out of the common room. She felt like being alone and thinking her own faults. She was too engrossed really. Her eyes were glazed, zombie like. She approached the stairs. It was then that she suddenly thought of the chain around her neck. It was gold. She pulled it out of her shirt. It was a time turner. It was very carefully hidden. She sometimes even forgot she had it. She rubbed it and stepped down the stairs and slipped Face first down the stairs. The time turner turned and turned and turned. Where she went is for me and her to know and for me to tell you.

Hermione went nowhere for the Time Turner was a fake.

Tom Riddle pet his owl before it flew out of the owlery. He watched the owl until he could see it no more. As he was walking down the stairs he pondered his goal. Wisdom. How far off it was. No one here was wise, besides Professer Dumbledore. However he had observed that Dumbledore did not use his wisdom in the wisest way possible. Dumbledore could use it to rule but instead he never flaunted his wisdom and never used it. He simply taught. He taught foolish things. Why did we need to make a matchbox a pin cushion? When would we ever make an animal into a goblet? Tom was suprised this spell had not been banned since there seemed to be an uprising number of people standing up for animals rights. He laughed at them. Standing up for animals when there were underpaid people, people dying, cancer and people being abused. Who really cared about a pig? An inferior being? No one besides that pig was harmed when the pig died. But if a person died, there were friends, relations, a spouse perhaps and maybe, maybe even a child. How hypocritical I am scoffed Tom. Here i am, deciding to make 7 horcruxes so I may continue to keep on my quest for wisdom, if needed, forever and yet I am pondering all the terrible effects of a human death. It was then that he found the first step, he stepped onto a loose stone. It slid underneath him but he was so graceful he managed not to fall head first onto the stairs that lay infront of the stone. This loose stone was it. He felt it. He looked around the hallway and checked for people. There was no one and he did not expect there to be anyone. It was five o'clock in the morning on Saturday. No one was up. He lifted up the stone and he found something. A letter dated one year into the future.
A.D
I wish no one to try to repave this stone. If you do you will find that no matter what the tile will always be loose. This is a door.
To the fools who try to repave this stone.
Tom Riddle took a pencil (a muggle invention he had always found useful) and a peice of parchment and wrote.
LV
Hello, let the door be opened.
To you.
He set it beneath the stone and put the stone back. He moved on.

Hermione stood up and brushed off her robes. She wondered why she had fallen as she climbed up the stairs and she found the reason.
There was a loose stone. Hermione took the stone in her hand and lifted it out of the spot. It was there that she saw a letter.
LV
Hello, let the door be opened.
to you
Hermione lifted up this letter saw Dumbledores letter. She reached into her pocket and took out her pencil in her pocket and wrote on the other side of "LV's" letter.
HG
Hello, LV. I see we have opened the door. I wonder who you are and what this door is. What does LV stand for? My name is Hermione Granger.
to LV
She put the letter under the stone and placed the stone back.

Tom had witnessed all this. But all he could see was the stone being lifted out of place as if a ghost had lifted it. The stone was placed back. Tom reached and lifted up the stone. He found the letter and read it. He took his pencil and dutifully wrote to the ghost.
My name is Tom. The year is 1949 and I am in my sixth year. I know of no one of the name Hermione Granger I am afraid. Are you in Slytherin?
To Hermionie.
Tom placed his letter in.

Hermione had seem exactly what Tom had. The stone was magically lifted out of place and then put back. She lifted up the stone and read Toms letter. She wrote
Hermione
Im sorry Tom but it happens that the year is not 1949. I am a girl in Gryfinndor. Im in my sixth year as well. I dont recall anyone name Tom at the moment. The year, to correct you, is 1998.

Tom picked up her letter and wrote back. He had realised what this was.
Hemione
Im afraid it is 1949, for me. For you it is 1998. This IS a door. A door through time.

((omg a door through time!_! Anyway. Thanks for readin. Message me for suggestions plz!_!))

Hermione, instead of the normal reaction (my reaction actually) of jumping around screaming Oh my gosh I just met someone from fifty years ago, reacted simply by asking how in the world could you make a letter travel though time by putting it under a floor board. Then came the idea. This specific place swept you through time. In theroy the letter would be sent back around fifty years ago to 1949 when put in this place. So if Hermione stood in the place where the letters were then she would be transferred to Tom's time. She stepped on the spot. She didn't move, she was sure she was still in her own time. Then someone or something she couldn't see pulled her out of her standing spot and there he was. A Slytherin boy (quite handsome too) was standing there holding her arm. He took her hand and kissed it.
"Hermione?"
"Tom."
"Yes." He smirked. How quite Slytherin of him. He let go of her hand quickly.
"So, Hermione, you have come to my time. Do you know how to go back?"
"Well yes but-
"But what."
"Tom, do you know Occulmancy?"
"Yes, well I mean, like, I'm not supposed to, eer..yah I do. Just dont tell er.."
Hermione laughed at him. He turned quite red with anger.
"Who would I tell, Tom?"
"Right anyway yes, I know Occulmancy, why?"
"Search my mind for the memory right before you grabbed me."
"Ok..." And he did and he understood.
"The letters do not themselves travel to different times, they appear everywhere at every year and time, we just happen to find the letters. So you can not leaves this time unless you stand in the spot and someone from your own time grabs you from the spot and puts you in your time. This is quite complicated for there is the chance that someone from another time will notice you and you will be transferred to thier time instead of yours..."
"Yah..."
"Well its worth a try, I'll wait here and just step back if your not in your own time, 'k?"
"Yah," Hermione nodded and stepped back into the hole. Someone grabbed her. Someone named Draco Malfoy.

Draco was gaping there, his mouth wide open.
"You can't Apperate out of Hogwarts!"
"Thats right, you can't..." Hermione said, staring at him.
"But- But!" He sputtered, "What was that?"
"Er- rather complicated...er you see..." Ron then crashed into her, out of nowhere, and bear hugged her.
"Hermione! We found you! We've been looking all over!" Ron screamed.
"Can't breathe!" choked Hermione. Harry simply walked over to them calmly and laughed at them. Draco had ran off with out Harry and Ron noticeing him.
-Toms Pov-
Tom stood there a minute. Was it true? Imagine what he could do with this! He could travel to different times, maybe even talk to himself in the future or the past! He could find out where his future self had failed in the past and fix these failings! Tom stepped into the portal and smiled.
-Hermiones Pov-
Hermione had long gone with her friends past the corridor and into the Common Room when Tom appeared. There was only one who saw his presense.
-Toms Pov-
Tom stood there and felt an old hand jerk him out of his place. Dumbledore from Tom's own time. Tom had not traveled anywhere.
"Foolish boy, Tom! What were you thinking, if you go that way you may never come back! All luck is involved with that portal. It may be good for sending letters but for travel it is a terrible way!" Dumbledore explained rather galantly. Tom simply stared at him.
"I simply wanted to meet myself." Tom whispered. Dumbledore shook his head.
"Come with me to my office, Riddle. There are many things we should have discussed by now."

Hermione woke up in the middle of the night. Her head hurt so bad. Does it hurt like this with Harry's scar? Hermione reached for her bathrobe and walked into the common room. She saw a shape sitting by the fire. She could almost sense his presence and she drew in a breath. It was Tom Riddle, with his messy hair. Tom turned around.
"Hermione?" A head with glasses and green eyes turned around.
"Oh, Harry." Hermione let out a breath she had been unaware of, "Sorry, I just thought you were...someone else. You scared me." Hermione sat down next to Harry who was staring at the fire.
"You felt it too didn't you." Harry said, his glasses reflecting the fire.
"Felt what?" Hermione was scared.
"You know, He's happy. Even you felt it. There must have been a reason you felt it." Harry turned and looked her straight in the eye, "Have you seen him? Have you felt him?"
"Voldemort?" Hermione knew the answer already.
"Perhaps," Harry pushed his glasses up his nose. "Him or maybe Tom Riddle."
"Tom!" Hermione blushed, "What does he have to do with him?" Hermione's voice stepped up a notch.
"I forget how much you missed while you were petrifiyed. Doesn't the name Tom Riddle ring any bells?" Harry almost smiled.
"Tom....Riddle...Tom Marvolo Riddle, I am Lord Voldermort." Hermione gasped.
"I should have known. The more I learn about him you two are so simular. It's unatural." Harry sighed and grasped one of Hermone's hands, "I fear for you Hermione. I just want you to know that. For you and Ron but you most of all." Harry looked at the hand he had in his.
"Why would you fear for me Harry? I personally would be more afraid for Ron. He might trip over his own feet and fall right into Voldemorts path, knowing him." Hermione laughed at her own joke. Harry however held a serious face.
"Hermione, it's the last night of our stay here." (i know i completly forgot that in the first chapter I said that it was the last night) Harry brought her hand to his cheek. "I don't know how the war will turn out. But I need to tell you something." Harry moved closer to her. Hermione had picked up the hints. She was nervous. She wasn't sure. She thought about Ron. He would get over it and she knew it. But Tom Riddle. Even though she knew that this man, this boy, would turn into the great Dark Lord she couldn't help it. Whenever she thought about him her heart raced and she could feel her face turn red. And here was Harry who actually was uncannily like Tom (lookwise anyway). She thought about the great time that Harry and her had together. Could she replace Tom's face with Harry? Maybe, if I kiss him thought Hermione. Maybe then I will know. She pulled Harry into her and kissed him. It felt weird, like it was spin the bottle and she was kissing someone she would rather not. She broke out of it and started running out, leaving a dreadfully confused Harry. She ran down the dark hallways until she found the portal. She lifted the rock and stepped into the portal. Find me Find me Find me! She hoped. Instead an old hand grabbed her.
"And this is who the letters were written too Tom!" said Dumberdore's voice.
Hermione opened her eyes. A Dumbledore, about 50 years younger than her was holding Tom by the arm. Hermione forgot about Dumbledore and ran to Tom.
"Tom!" She kissed him and he grabbed his arm from Dumbledore's grasp and held her by the waist. Suddenly everything changed. They didn't know it but yet Hermione could feel it.

ThE EnD
Hermione stayed in Tom's time and they got married. Thier children went to Slytherin and were best friends with Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.
Harry and Parvarti got Married.
Ron and Milicent Bulstrode got Married.
Draco and Luna got married and had 3 kids. One was named Hermione.
Harry's parents never died and he lived happily and never ever saw the Dursleys for his whole entire life.
Dumbledore and Minerva got married.
Narcissa divorced Lucius and married Snape.
Blaise and Ginny married.
Cedric stayed alive and got married to Cho Chang.
Ernie and Hannah Abott got married.
Everything ended happily.
The Wedding.
Hermione stared in the mirror. She was wearing a long silver chic dress that went down to the floor. She had a silver ring with a green snake and gold lion on it. Her hair was not bushy. She used a Muggle shampoo and conditioner that had made her hair nice and smooth. She walked out to the garden. Her father grabbed her arm and led her down the aisle. She saw Tom Riddle. She stood oppisite from him. They kissed. The Preist skipped the whole ceremony and hurridly screamed.
"I now pronounce you man and wife!"
Hermione took her boquet and threw it in the air. Narcissa, recently divorced from Lucius caught it. Snape and her went to Vegas and got married later that night.
This is truly the end.
Good bye.