(September 26th 1942) Tom's POV

"My lord, why do you stare at Granger?" Malfoy asks me.

"I have big plans for her" I tell him smirking.

"But I thought you didn't invited girls to join the Knights of Walpurgis" he says confused. "And she's a ravenclaw" he adds.

"There is more to her then any of you know" I tell him.

"Like what?" he asks.

"Maybe another time, did Crabbe and Goyle deal with the roosters?" I ask him.

"Yes, my lord" he states.

"Excellent, we strike tonight" I state smirking. "Lets go tell the others, shall we?" I ask him. He nods and we leave for Hogsmeade.

Hermione's POV

Today is the first Hogsmeade visit of the year. Which is a little strange to me. As in my time, the first Hogsmeade visit always happened around Halloween. Guess it's different here in this time. Anyway I had returned my books to the library and told the others to go ahead without me.

I was going to walk when I heard someone calling my name. I turn to see a guy standing by a carriage with a short haired girl inside. The guy waves me over and I head over. "You're Hermione Granger right? Hector Dagworth Granger's daughter?" he asks me.

"Ah yeah, that's me" I tell him.

"Fleamont Potter" he says offering my hand. I shake it. "Want a lift?" he asks gesturing to the carriage.

"Um, if it's ok" I state.

"Oh it's fine, I'm Euphemia. Hop in" the girl tells me. I do so and Fleamont follows closing the door.

"So I'm a huge fan of your dad and it's obvious you have his talent for potion making" Fleamont states. "I was wondering if I could pick your brain sometime about potions" he states.

"Sure" I say.

"Fleamont wants to become a potion master in future" Euphemia states.

"Yeah, I'm trying to invent a potion. So that I can become a potions master. Then I'll open a potion making factory" Fleamont states. "After that's a success, Euphemia and I will marry. And have a son" he says smiling at her with love in his eyes.

"Yep a son" she says smiling. "But Hermione can you please tells him we aren't naming our son Phineas" she asks me.

"He wrote Moste Potente Potions and was a renown potioneer" Fleamont states.

"I don't care, I want to name our future son James" she states. That's Harry's father's name.

"I think Euphemia should choose the name" I tell them. "I mean she will carry your future baby and give birth to it" I state.

"Exactly, so we're naming him James" Euphemia declares.

"Fine, if it'll make you happy"  Fleamont says and kisses her cheek. "Anyway, think you can give me some advance about potions?" he asks me changing the subject.

"Well dad told me this" I tell him. It feels weird to call Hector my dad, but he is my guardian in this time. "A true potions master or mistress. Never follows the recipe in a book" I state. "They trust their potion making knowledge and instincts when making any potion" I tell him.

"Huh, I wondered why my potions never turned out perfect. No matter how much I stuck to the recipe. Thanks Hermione, I'll remember that for the future" he tells me.

"Of course" I say with a smile.

"We're here" Euphemia states and I notice the carriage had stopped. We all get out and Fleamont wraps an arm around Euphemia. "You want to come hang with us?" she asks me.

"No, you guys go have fun" I tell her. "Fleamont, I'll await your owl about studying potions" I state. He nods and they left. I look around Hogsmeade, it looks so different from the Hogsmeade I know. There are shops I don't recognize and some that aren't even here. I decide to explore this new Hogsmeade, or should I say the old Hogsmeade?

(Time skip)

I arrived at the shrieking shack. Though it's not called that yet. Right now it's just an old abandoned house. As I look at it I reminisce about my third year. My only year without Voldemort around. First year has was trying to steal the Philosopher stone, my second I was petrified by his memory setting a basilisk on me. Third year it was all about Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.

Fourth year looked to be another year of no Voldemort, only having to worry about the Triwizard cup. But I was so wrong. Voldemort had a spy at Hogwarts, who entered Harry into the tournament. For what reason, I can only guess. He then had his minion send me back to this time. But why this time? Why not just kill me? Guess I'll never know the answer to that either.

I sigh sadly praying Harry, Ron and the others are ok. Maybe they've discovered the imposter and are trying to find a way to get me home. If only I hadn't lost that time turner. I'd be home now helping Harry. "Looking for your summer home Granger?" someone asks. I wipe around wand raised.

Riddle snaps his fingers and my wand flies from my hand. "You never learn" he chuckles. "But then I did obliviate you" he states.

"You what?" I demand.

"It doesn't matter" he tells me. "Anyway, I was wondering if you could tel me if I succeed in making horcruxes" he states.

"What's a horcrux?" I ask confused.

"Guess it's pointless to ask you that" he chuckles as he examines my wand. "You know I took the liberty of looking up your wand wood. Vine wood, isn't it?" he asks me.

"So? It also has dragon heart-string core, what's it to you Riddle?" I demand.

"I wish you'd call me by my true name when we speak, but no matter" he states. "Vine wands are among the less common types. Their owners are nearly always those witches or wizards who seek a greater purpose. Who have a vision beyond the ordinary and who frequently astound those who think they know them best" he explains. "I wonder what your greater purpose is" he muses.

"What's you wand wood?" I ask him.

"It's yew" he states. I think back to the book I had read on wand woods. Remembering what it said about yew wands.

"Yew wands are among the rarer kinds, and their ideal matches are likewise unusual, and occasionally notorious. The wand of yew is reputed to endow its possessor with the power of life and death, which might, of course, be said of all wands; and yet yew retains a particularly dark and fearsome reputation in the spheres of dueling and all curses" I recite and he smirks.

"You've read the book too, so ravenclaw" he chuckles. "Anyway, it's time we returned to the castle. But first obliviate" he says and my world goes dark.

"Come on Granger, wake up" Brad says shaking me.

"Brad, where are we?" I ask him confused.

"In a carriage heading back to the castle. We found you unconscious, were you attacked?" he asks me concerned.

"I don't know, can't remember" I state.

"Someone erased her memory" Kevin states.

"But who would do that? And why?" Martha asks confused.

"Guess we'll never know" I state.

"We could take you to the infirmary, maybe Abbott can help you" Brad tells me.

"I doubt it, but thanks for the offer" I tell him. We arrive back at the school. "Can we keep this between us?" I ask them and they agree. We go to the great hall and I go to my table. Joining Millicent for dinner.