So, I decided to just continue writing this story here. There's not enough left to make a whole nother one soo, yeah. Here it is. Basically, Tom just rants about how he hates love, and Dumbledore.

Tom's POV

I ran, and ran. I didn't look back, how could I. All the grief that I had left there, all the sorrow, the guilt, the anger, oh that burning anger as I attacked Ronald Chase. What killed me the most, though, was that look in Hermione's eyes, not anger, though that was in there too, but the fear. That fear that I had seen in her eyes. I was Lord Voldemort, of course I had seen that look before, but coming from her it was probably the most horrible thing I had ever seen.

Hermione, my Mione, afraid of me.

It broke me. I was never the same. It was all that old fool's fault so it became my ambition to cause him that same pain he had caused me. Ever since that moment in the Great Hall when he called my name out I knew, I knew so I ran. How was I supposed to know Dumbledore was a skilled Legimens. Oh but of course he was, Dumbledore could do just about anything, why not Legilemency too.

This was what I had against love. This is why I will never love again. If you give your heart to someone else, you give them the chance to tear it in two. Dumbledore thinks that love is powerful beyond else, he may be right, but only for so long as you have it. Once you lose it, it will slowly break you from the inside. It drove me insane. It could do well to anybody else. If this was heartbreak, I wanted no more.

So I made my decision. Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort, would never. love. again.

Hermione's POV

Hermione had looked at Tom in fear the moment he ran. She regretted it now, but at the time she had seen Voldemort, not Tom. She had remembered the reason she had come there in the first place. To turn around his future, but as it stood, Hermione realized that the future may have slightly counted on her visit to the past.

Really, now, looking back on it, she wished she could have done something. Ran with him even, but she was paralyzed. Seeing the side of him that before she had never known existed, it had blinded her from the side she knew existed.

Now he was out there all on his own, and it was her fault. She knew him well enough to know that right now, he was drowning himself in his guilt, and making himself believe that there was no one there for him.

But there was. There was her, Dumbledore even, no matter how hard he tried not to see it, Dumbledore was there to help him.

Hermione had made up her mind, she was going to help him, and no one was going to stop her. Quietly as she could, she started packing her stuff into her bag (with an undetectable extension charm, of course) and ran out of her dorms.

Before she could get to far though, she heard a voice behind her "Wait!" It called. Hermione whirled around "I want to come with you!"

Hermione couldn't get any words out, but shock covered her entire face.