Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, this is just for funsies.
AN: Sorry for the delay! I have way too many fics! LOL I promise, I am trying to write new chapters of all of these as quickly as I can, but yeah...It takes time! Anyway, I also want to mention that I fixed an error from the previous chapter - Voldemort can't *kill* younger Tom, or he himself wouldn't exist...so yeah...that was a dumb mistake on my part. I fixed it though, so he just wants to possess him essentially, and take over his body. So that's fixed int he last chapter now if anyone wants to give it a re-read. 3
Hermione awoke in her bed, and sat up quickly, breathing heavily as if she'd just had a terrible nightmare. She supposed she had, only this nightmare was real.
The idea of the Voldemort of her time possessing a much younger version of himself was worse than anything she could imagine; Tom Riddle was already on a path to darkness, but should the older version take over his body, the horror he could inflict upon the world would be catastrophic.
What was worse, was that she couldn't be certain that Tom would be averse to the idea, as it was still him after all. He'd probably see it as an opportunity to become even stronger and more knowledgeable than he is now.
She had to stop this somehow…
Just then there was a knock on her door. She jumped up off the bed like a frightened rabbit, and pulled open the door quickly to see Harry standing there with his hand still poised to knock.
"Harry, I-" she began wanting to tell him everything, only she had no idea where to begin.
"What happened?" he asked, knowing instantly that something was wrong, "Tell me what's going on Hermione, you've been acting weird for days."
Tears stung her eyes at the look of concern on his face. Would he hate her if she told him? She realized then, that she didn't have a choice; the situation was rapidly spiraling out of control, and she couldn't do this by herself.
"Harry, I have to tell you something."
"So let me get this straight; you fucked Voldemort." Harry said as he paced back and forth in her room like a caged tiger, looking extremely pissed off.
"Technically, it was Tom Riddle…" she added, biting her lip, as if that somehow made it better.
Harry stopped pacing and raised his eyebrows at her in disbelief, "Same thing, Hermione!"
She managed to look contrite, as she said, "I never meant for any of this to happen, you have to believe me!"
"Honestly Hermione, this is all just so insane. Do you hear yourself?" Harry asked giving her a look that clearly said he didn't believe her.
"Believe me, I know how it sounds! I couldn't make this up if I tried! But the fact is, it's happened, and now I need your help!" she said starting to get angry. How many times had she stuck out her neck for him, or believed him when no one else would.
"It just doesn't make any sense." He said sitting heavily on her bed
Before she could stop and think about what she was doing, she lifted her shirt slightly and placed her hand over her magical tattoo. A moment later Tom landed in a heap on top of Harry.
"What the hell! Get off!" Harry said as he shoved the solid body to the side, his eyes going wide with shock when he saw who exactly it was that had just landed on him.
Tom sat up quickly and narrowed his eyes at Hermione, "Who the hell is this, then?" pointing at an equally stunned Harry.
"Um…"Hermione began before Harry seemed to forget he was a wizard and punched Tom hard in the jaw.
Tom didn't skip a beat as he lunged for Harry and the two of them began wrestling on Hermione's bed
"Don't you fucking touch her!" Harry snarled before Hermione sent a petrificus totalis at him, and then leveled her wand at Tom who was equally bruised and getting ready to curse Harry.
"Stop it, both of you! This will all be a lot easier if you both shut it and let me speak!"
Tom narrowed his eyes once more at the be-speckled stranger who had just slugged him in the jaw, and then nodded for Hermione to continue.
"Thank you. Bloody Neanderthals, the both of you!" Hermione huffed indignantly, "Now, as I was about to say, this is Harry Potter, your future nemesis. I won't go into all the details, but suffice it to say, you brought this upon yourself, Tom."
"So is he your boyfriend then?" Tom asked raising an eyebrow at her and flicking his gaze between her and Harry.
"What? No…" Hermione stammered.
"Then what's the problem?" Tom asked shrugging as Harry rolled his eyes dramatically, which was about all he was capable of doing under the circumstances.
"Look, this isn't about what happened between us…well, I suppose maybe it is a little bit…" she rambled
Tom just looked more confused and she sighed, collapsing on the bed between them.
"Now if you'll both behave, I have something really important to discuss; do you want the good news or bad news first?" she asked looking back and forth between them.
"Bad news first I suppose." Tom said wondering where she was going with this.
"Ok then. The bad news, is that your unhinged future self wants me to use our connection to bring you to him so he can take over your body." Hermione said bluntly, watching Harry's eyes grow wide.
"Why does he want my body when he has his own? What would be the point?" Tom asked looking confused.
"Well, for starters, you have a nose." Hermione said sarcastically.
"Wait, what? I lose my nose in the future?" Tom asked, moving his hand quickly to his face to make sure his nose was still there.
"That's not all you lose…" Harry mumbled from the other side of Hermione.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he spat as she leaned up on his elbow to glare at Harry on the other side of Hermione.
"What he means is that you are not you in the future; you're a monster. An insane, bald, nose less…" Hermione began until Tom cut her off.
"I get the point." Tom snapped angrily, and she wisely shut her mouth.
"So what's the good news?" Tom asked, not sure he wanted to know.
"He gave me a week."
Two hours and a half bottle of Fire whiskey later, Harry, Tom and Hermione sat on the floor leaning against Hermione's bed trying to come up with a plan.
"He can have this body when he pries it from my cold dead hands." Tom spat as he swirled the fire whiskey around his glass.
"That could be arranged." Harry mumbled as he finished the last of his fire whiskey with a glare in Tom's direction, as he held a bag of ice to his swollen eye.
"One black eye or two, Potter?" Tom asked raising his eyebrow in challenge.
"One punch and I can flatten your nose just like his." Harry shot back.
"Boys!" Hermione admonished
Both Harry and Tom stared at her as if she'd let off a noxious fart in the Potion's cupboard.
"This fighting isn't helping." Hermione said shaking her head.
"Maybe not, but it's making me feel loads better." Harry chuckled.
"So let me make sure I have this right…" Tom suddenly said, "This Voldemort is me in the future, right?"
"Yes." Both Harry and Hermione said in unison.
"So it stands to reason that he has all of my memories, wouldn't you say?" Tom asked.
Hermione swallowed thickly, "Yes…um…though he didn't seem particularly pleased about some of them."
"Gross." Harry interjected
Now it was Tom and Hermione's turn to glare at Harry.
"As I was saying, if he has my memories, it's only logical to conclude that he remembers this conversation, right here, right now."
"Well so much for coming up with a plan."Harry scoffed.
Tom stood swaying on his feet as he stumbled towards the mirror, ripping the black velvet covering off of it, and glanced over at Hermione with a smirk
"Are you coming?"
"Oh…uh…" Hermione stammered looking back and forth between Harry and Tom
"Because you could be." Tom said with a naughty smirk and a wink as he stepped back through the mirror chuckling at the look of outrage on Harry's face.
"Arsehole." Hermione muttered under her breath as she watched him go.
When she turned back to look at Harry, he was shaking his head.
"Honestly, Harry, I had no idea who he was." Hermione said defensively as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Harry snorted, "That doesn't sound much better, Hermione."
Hermione gaped at him, "That's not what I meant, you prat! I thought it was a sex dream, ok?"
"Well, there's nothing we can do about that now. We just have to figure out a way to keep Voldemort from getting his hands on Tom…and whatever happens, you can't tell Tom what we're planning."
Hermione nodded, "So what do you have in mind?"
Harry furrowed his brows for a moment, "We need a distraction. Do you think he still finds you attractive?"
Hermione's mouth dropped open, "No. Forget it. Absolutely not."
Harry sighed, "It was just a suggestion. Maybe we should just hand him over then and let them duke it out."
Hermione sat up suddenly, "Harry! That's it! If Tom kills him, his future can be re-written!"