Blind Love

By: xxlostdreamerxz

Disclaimer: No, I do not own HP.

Summary: A Hermione goes back in time and meets Tom Riddle story. I assure you it'll be original!

Chapter 1: Death is but a New Adventure

"Can you love a Murderer? Your own Murderer?"

Her breath hitched as the Death Eaters unceremoniously dumped her tussled body down before Voldemort. We…lost. She shivered briefly as the Death Eaters’ laughter whipped about her. Harry had been the first to die…taken down by a group of Death Eaters. Ron had gone mad with grief and attacked the Death Eaters wildly. He died minutes later. Hermione closed her eyes in pain, allowing herself one final prayer for her fallen friends.

“The Mudblood, m’lord,” a Death Eater murmured, “She was the only survivor.” He bowed reverently to his Lord before stepping back into the mass of darkly cloaked figures.

Hermione steeled herself as she heard the soft rustling of robes moving towards her. A burst of hysteria exploded in her chest. Voldemort. Lord Voldemort. She wanted to scream, to proclaim to the world how useless their exploits were. No matter what they did…their efforts would be useless. This man, this…creature, had no heart. He would gladly break the world in pieces for his own glee.

But she mustn’t give up. Not after everything…

“Interesting,” the creature murmured, stopping about a foot away from Hermione. He swished his wand lazily and Hermione suddenly found herself standing upright, yet still bound, before Voldemort. He circled the girl, studying her expression…amused at how she was fighting to hide her fear. “So you are the brains behind Potter’s little schemes.”

Hermione lifted her head and saw, for the first time in her life, the face of Lord Voldemort. She almost gasped as she took note of his chalky white skin, dilated crimson red eyes, and slit nose. Dumbledore was wrong. Tom Riddle had been nothing more than a monster dressed in the skin of man. He’d been Voldemort all along.

“And you are Tom Riddle,” she challenged, knowing that without a doubt that he was going to be furious at her for her knowledge of his past. “A half-blood bastard…”

“Crucio.” Voldemort held the curse for a full minute before lifting it. He stared dispassionately at the girl’s crying, shaking form. “You shouldn’t tell lies, Mudblood,” he said coldly.

Hermione bit her lip in pain. “I’m not,” she gasped.

The Death Eaters watched in anticipation, feeling their Lord’s ire slowly rise. A few twisted smiles emerged on their faces as they recognized what was about to happen.

“Are you questioning me, Mudblood?”

Hermione spat at his feet, only to see stars when he violently backhanded her. Kill me. Kill me. She knew without a doubt that she was going to die. There was no escape; there would be no heroics this time; her heroes were dead. Spare me the pain.

“Of course,” she whispered; her vision still blurry from the blow. “You’re a monster and nothing but.” Hermione gathered her Gryffindor bravery and continued forward. “You may think you’ve won this war. You may think that you can conquer the world now that the Light has fallen to pieces.” Hermione tilted her head and almond met crimson. “But you’re wrong. No matter how many people you get to play lip service to you, none of them will ever accept you. None will ever respect you.”

“Crucio!” Voldemort bit out furiously. How dare she.

Hermione raised her head, blood trickling down her chin, and gave Voldemort a bloody smirk. “It’ll only be a matter of time before they revolt. It’ll only be a matter of time before your followers and enemies turn on you and the world shall then have its retribution.” She saw something flicker in his eyes, but she continued on ruthlessly. “You’ll die alone. Die without anyone mourning your death. Alone…just like you’ve always been.”

Voldemort’s mind raced at the words as his anger mounted. Her words sound so familiar? He shook off the feeling, dismissing it without much thought. “Well said, Mudblood,” he taunted. “You’re just missing one little point. I’m immortal.”

He raised his wand. “Well, I’m tiring of this conversation. Send Potter my regards,” he smirked, seeing her eyes flare with anger.

“Tom…” I hate you.

“Avada Kedavra…” he hissed, raising his voice.

And everything went black.

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