Flashbacks

(A/N: OMG, it's been ages since I last wrote and I am so sorry. I had a huge writer's block. I didn't check my reviews so I don't know how many of you have been threatening me. Lol. I've made this chapter a little longer as an I'm sorry' note. Please review because I'm a little self-conscious about this chapter so tell me what you think. Well, here is it. What you all have been waiting for the next episode to 'You've become a part of me'!)

Chapter 5: Twilight

As the snow lightly falls on the frozen ground, and as the cold wind succeeds in chilling the spine, it is apparent that winter has arrived. Christmas is approaching and everyone is preparing for the holidays. Hermione is sitting on her favorite windowsill in the library. She looks out the window and watches the snowflakes slowly fall gracefully to the ground. She sighs and flicks her hair out of her face. She smiles slowly as she thinks about the events that have occurred within the past three months.

Flashback:

Hermione's eyes flicker open as she rolls over in bed and comes in contact with a warm solid object. She stares at the sleeping object for a couple of minutes. It's Tom. She slowly removes his arm that was possessively thrown around her, trying not to wake Tom up. Hermione sits up on the bed, thinking about what happened the night before. She sighs and remembers that she is in the Room of Requirement so she thinks about taking a shower. Suddenly, a door appears towards the right side of the bed and she tip-toes her way into the bathroom. Tom awakens to the sound of running water. He sits up and thinks about what had happened the night before. He smirks.

'She's mine.'

The sound of running water is gone and twenty minutes later, Hermione emerges from the bathroom wearing a towel. She feels a pair of eyes piercing through her. She looks up and locks eyes with an awake Tom Riddle.

"Good morning, Tom."

"Good morning, Mya."

There is an awkward silence. They just stare at each other unsure of what to do next…so they do the first thing that comes to their heads. They cross the room, meet each other halfway, and kiss. The kiss is rough and passionate. Tom forces his tongue into Hermione's mouth and he presses himself against her. Hermione's tongue duels with Tom's and they only part when breathing becomes a necessity. As they part, Hermione takes a quick breath and bites his bottom lip softly. Then she sucks on it to draw him closer to her. They kiss again and Tom's hands begin to roam, trying to memorize every curve. When they finally part, they are panting. Hermione feels out of control and she needs time to clear her mind and think straight.

"Tom, why don't you take a shower and get dressed so we can go to breakfast."

As Tom goes in the bathroom and closes the door, Hermione transfigures her clothes from last night to her school uniform and freshens it with a spell. After they both get dressed, they walk to the Great Hall as Tom wraps his arm possessively around Hermione's waist.

'Oh no….he's getting possessive again….damn it!'

The doors swing open dramically and everyone turns to see Tom and Hermione enter the hall. Tom smirks as they continue to walk to their seats. When Hermione sees the jealous galres that she is getting from the 'Damn Tom Riddle is so hot…his hotness blinds me' Fanclub (a/N: I'm the president of the club! Join now!) a similar smirk appears on her face. When they reach the Slytherin Table, Tom pulls out a chair for Hermione and when he makes sure that she is properly seated, he takes his seat. Jezabel, who is sitting across from them, looks at the couple and raises an eyebrow.

"So Hermione, you're finally going out with him?"

"So it seems."

Then the doors to the Great Hall openly slowly and Hermione looks up to see Dante walking to the Slytherin with a slight limp. He sits down at the table slowly, flinching a little as he moves closer to the table. Hermione's face is filled with concern for the raven-haired boy.

"Are you ok, Dante? What happened to you last night? Where were you?"

"Peeves tripped me down the stairs…and they wouldn't stop moving…"

He flinches as he picks up his fork and begins to pile food on top of his plate. To smirks, but then covers it up so Hermione wouldn't notice. Hermione is too busy worrying about Dante.

"How did you get to the infirmary?"

"I got up and went there. Trust me, I've been through worst pain and situations than that," he responds in a stuck-up tone.

Hermione raises an eyebrow and responses in a playful sarcastic tone.

"Oh yes, your strength and power amazes me. Are you going to Potions class, oh man of strong will?"

Dante smirks, but then a scowl appears on his face when he feels sharp pain. He nods, unable to speak without using a weak voice and he doesn't want to sound weak since it would injure his Slytherin cockiness and pride. Tom's smirk grows wider and he leans back in his chair. Hermione notices this and makes a mental note to find out what actually happened later. She then realizes that Tom is talking to her.

"Sorry, say that again. I was daydreaming."

Tom is a little put off since he is used to people hanging on his every word.

"I am calling a DE meeting tonight, but before we go, we are going to the library. There is something I want to tell you, Mya."

He leans toward her and lowers his voice. Instead of his normal voice, a series of hisses flow like honey from his mouth.

"Your knowledge of future events will be essential to plans. Imagine how far my plans will go…how much we will accomplish…how all of our enemies will fall at our feet."

The chemistry that the pair has is extraordinary. The copulation of their inner magic is dangerously powerful, but it went unnoticed by everyone…everyone except for Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore had a troubled sleep the night before, after Phineas Nigellus brought Hermione and Tom to his attention. Dumbledore did not trust Tom at all. Last year, the Chamber of Secrets was opened and although Hagrid was announced as the culprit, Dumbledore had his suspicions that Tom may have been the culprit. (A/N: I know that Voldemort opened the Chamber of Secrets when he was sixteen so therefore he must have been in his six year, but that fact does not work for my story, so I'm changing it. For my story, Voldemort opened the chamber in his fifth year.) Dumbledore has been Carefully watching Tom ever since Tom first walked into the Great Hall. Dumbledore knew that there was something untrustworthy about Tom even though the other teachers and even the Headmaster himself fawned over Tom. Hermione, on the other hand, is someone he does not know. Hermione basically came out of nowhere. She is from the future and she claims to have been in his inner circle in the future, but that is all he knows about her. He has taken note of her intelligence, her aptitude for magic, and her power. He realizes that an alliance between Tom and Hermione would be extremely dangerous. As he stares at the couple, he decides that it time for Hermione to go home. Dumbledore excuses himself from the table and slowly makes his way to his personal library in his chambers. The school bell rings and Tom, Hermione, and unbeknownst to Hermione, Tom's first small of Deatheaters, go to the dungeons for Potions class.

Hogwarts Library: 9:00pm

Tom and Hermione are slowly walking down the aisles of the Restricted Section, when suddenly, Hermione, who had been silent since they left the Slytherin common room, spoke up.

"You do realize that you need a note from a professor in order to even open these books, right?"

Tom smirks and speaks in a stuck-up voice.

"Well, I AM Tom Riddle, poor, but brilliant, parentless, but so brave, school prefect, model student…" (Quote from CoS)

Hermione rolls her eyes and interrupts.

"And the point to your speech is?"

"Headmaster Dippet decided to give me full-access to the library, including the Restricted Section. Anyway, on to more important matters…"

Tom casts a silencing charm on the area.

"I've been conducting experiments on immortality on myself since my third year. I have done all the spells in every spell book in this library, but I want to start on potions. Basically, I need a partner to assist me in my experiments and you are my equal in potions so therefore you would make an excellent partner."

Hermione just stares at him blankly trying to soak in what Tom had just said.

"Are you asking me for help?"

"Yes."

Then there is a period of silence. In her mind, Hermione is till hesitating. Her past stall has a fairly strong grip on her. Tom notices this and decides that he will handle it during the meeting later on tonight. Hermione takes a deep breath.

"When do we begin?"

Tom maintains a nonchalant facial expression, but his eyes light up.

"Tomorrow night."

He singles out an ancient text from the nearest shelf and hands it to her.

"This will start you off."

Hermione looks at the worn book and glances at the title, 'Longam Vitam' (A/N: It means 'Long Life' in Latin) by Eris Apollos. She slowly turns the pages to the table of contents and scans it quickly.

"Where are we going to get the ingredients? Are we going to raid the potions storeroom?"

"I have access to it."

The grandfather clock in the library goes off indicating that it is midnight.

"Let's go to the meeting, Mya."

They silently make their way out of the library and toward the dungeons. Tom guides her to a hidden room at the heart of the dungeons. When he opens the door, they are greeted by the sight of at least thirty figures wearing black cloaks standing in a circle in the middle of the room. Tom guides Hermione towards the center of the circle and as the Deatheaters his presence, they fall to their knees and greet him.

"Good evening, my lord.'

"Good evening, my Deatheaters."

The Deatheaters get on their feet and lift their heads slightly, not daring to look Tom in his eyes. They look on their faces. Tom takes note of this.

'You all may be wondering why Hermione is here. Tonight, Hermione is joining our number."

Hermione's jaw hits the floor.

'Wait, what! No one told me this! Oh my god, I'm hyperventilating…breathe in…breathe out…breathe in…breathe out…why is everyone looking at me? Stop looking at me!'

It takes all of the self-control in her body to appear to be calm in front of everyone. She slowly turns to face Tom and he is smirking. He pulls her close to him and whispers in her ear.

"It is time for you to let go of your past, Mya."

"I have already done so."

"Don't lie to me. I saw your hesitation in the library, but don't worry you will let go tonight."

Hermione has to think fast. She likes Tom and she definitely lusts after him, but she realizes how dangerous receiving the Dark Mark is for her, if she gets sent back to her time…

'This can't happen.'

"Tom, do you think it is wise for me to receive the Dark Mark now? Dumbledore already does not trust you and if he finds out that you are much more than simply an untrustworthy schoolboy, I will get sent back to my time and your future plans will be ruined. We are being watched closely and if I get sent back to my time, things will become unnecessarily dangerous. What if I need to become a spy, how can I do that with the Dark Mark?"

Tom has a pensive expression on his face.

'Hmmm….she has a point….but she's mine and my mark on her skin is ultimate way to clamber….many things can go wrong if she receives the mark….think about the satisfaction that will come with her initiation ceremony….if she gets sent back to her time….'

"Fine, Mya. You won't receive the Dark Mark tonight," he continues to whisper in her ear, "but I will find an alternative until you can receive my mark."

Tom raises his voice so everyone is able to hear him.

"Hermione will not be receiving the Mark tonight, but she start her initiation tonight."

Tom scans his crowd of Deatheaters, his gaze falls on a figure and his eyes narrow.

"Come here, Zabini," he said in an icy voice.

Dante steps out of the circle and into the center. He bows low to the ground and kisses the hem of Tom's robes. Remembering what had happened last night because as he gets to his feet, he feels a bit of pain, he doesn't look at Hermione and quickly mumbles a reply.

"Yes, my lord?"

Tom smiles cruelly.

"Since you like to help Hermione all the time, you will help her with her initiation."

If possible to see Dante's face from beneath his black hood, you would see all the blood from his face. Dante's eyes widen slightly and he is thankful for the hood. Hermione's face is neutral, but in her mind, she is panicking.

'This is not good. This is not good. This is not good. This is not good….'

Yet again, Tom begins to whisper in her ear.

"Ready to perform your first unforgivable, Mya?"

Hermione feels as if time is frozen. She takes slow, deep breaths trying to stay calm, but she is not prepared for what Tom says next.

"Casting an unforgivable requires hatred, a deep and consuming hatred. The kind of hatred that turns the object of your hatred's blood into wine and their screams into scream music. Who do you hate, Mya? Who would you like to see suffer?"

Images of Harry and the Order flash in her mind. Memories of hanging out with Harry and Ron, Harry asking her to be his girlfriend, cuddling with Harry by the fire, holding hands with Harry during an Order meeting…. catching Harry in the acting of fucking Parvarti, the Order ignoring Harry's infidelity, girls going up to her boasting about their affairs with Harry, Harry denying it, again and again and again and again, catching Harry with Parkinson…..watching the bastard break her heart over and over again….

"Can't you see him in front of you, Mya? Can't you picture him? Make him pay, Mya…make sure he never does it again."

Hatred and adrenaline fills her mind and begins to consume her. She must release it….

"Crucio."

Her voice was deathly quiet, but firm and a bright red light shot out of her wand. Dante falls to the floor and begins to convulse. Dante is trying not to scream as his back arches and his head keeps hitting the floor repeatedly. Then he can't help himself so he begins to scream. The rest of the Deatheaters begin to laugh and smirk appears on Hermione's face. She takes a deep breath, loving the thrill and power that she is getting from this experience. Tom is very pleased and the pleasure he is getting from this experience envelops Hermione. Taking in the sight before her and Tom's pleasure, which is now filling her, she can't help, but giggle. Tom leans in and whispers in her ear with an amused voice.

"I know you're having fun, Mya, but I don't want to drive my Deatheaters insane…yet."

Hermione lowers her wand and Dante stops convulsing, but as he gets up, it is obvious that he is twitching slightly. Tom wraps his arms around Hermione's waist and addresses the Deatheaters.

"By doing this, Hermione has turned her back on her former heritage and joined us. She will help us rid the world of muggles, mudbloods, and blood traitors and destroy all those who are foolish enough to try to block our path."

All the Deatheaters have sadistic and/or crazed smiles on their faces. Then they bow to Hermione, accepting her into the Deatheaters and as their superior….

End Flashback:

Hermione jumps off the windowsill and walks toward the dungeons. She enters the Slytherin common room and goes up to the girls' dormitory. Hermione collapses onto her bed and pulls her diary out from under her mattress. She turns to an empty page and begins to write.

December 20, 2004:

Dear Diary,

I'm sorry I haven't been writing as much as I used to, but I've been so busy these past months. I've been helping Tom with the immortality potions. We've become really close and I definitely feel a change within myself. Tom has introduced me to the Dark Arts and I love the thrill of it. I've noticed that my eyes have turned into a very dark shade of brown, almost black. Tom says that it is the dark magic changing me. His statement reminded me of what he was to become: sickly white skin, a slit for a nose and red eyes. I couldn't let that happen so I told him. We're now trying to create a potion that will stop the dark magic from changing one's appearance for the worst. I love the Dark Arts! I love it! I probably said it a million times already, but I can't help it. I love everything about it. The spells…the potions…sigh…and guess what, now that Tom and I have allowed our magic to copulate, amazing things have happened! I can do wandless magic and I can sense when Tom is nearby. It rocks! Of course, Tom can do everything I can. Some of the Slytherin girls have started rumors about how Tom and I meet in the Astronomy Tower every night to do scandalous activities and that when we graduate, Tom and I will be getting married. I don't know about all of that, but it's not like we're stopping the rumors. We must look suspicious, whispering to each other and smirking. Tom decided that we must speak parseltongue when we want privacy so we're always whispering and hissing to each other. Just to let you know, I did not receive the Dark Mark yet. Tom has given me a serpent necklace. It's very beautiful. It's a silver serpent with emerald eyes on a silver chain. It works just like the Dark Mark. When he calls me, it heats up on my skin…wait a minute, he's calling me now…

Hermione stops writing and puts the diary back underneath the mattress. She touches the necklace, which is heating up against her skin. She closes her eyes and focuses on the heat. Then she feels a pull at her navel…Hermione opens her eyes and realizes that she is in the hidden room in the dungeons.

"Ready to begin, Mya?"

Hermione turns around to see Tom with his inner circle of Deatheaters. She lets out a breath that she didn't know she was holding.

"Tom, normal people just would have told me to meet then down here instead of summoning me."

"But it's fun…"

'…and I love the power rush I get when you answer my call.'

Hermione rolls her eyes.

" I bet it is…so, what spells are we working on today?"

Jezabel speaks up.

"It's nicknamed "The Small Print". It was created by a wizard named Matthew Bellamy who was love with a witch who used him so he created a spell that extracted the good memories of her life from her mind, leaving her with only her bad memories. These bad memories played over and over in her mind and slowly drove her mad. He kept her with him as a slave until the day she died…"

Tom smirks.

"Now doesn't that sound like fun, Mya?"

Hermione smiles at the possibilities, but then comes back into reality.

"You do realize that we have nothing to practice it on, right?"

Jezabel sighs.

"Yeah I know, but it is so creative and so much fun to talk about…"

While Jezabel daydreams about the spell, Tom takes over.

"Lets continue practicing the Imperius curse."

Before they could start, there is a knock at the door. One of the Deatheaters opens the door and a 3rd-year Slytherin boy walks in the room.

"Dumbledore wants to talk to Hermione."

Tom and Hermione exchange questioning looks and Hermione walks toward the door. Before she leaves the room, she hears a hiss.

"Be careful, Mya."

She smiles to herself as she goes to face Dumbledore.

A/N: "The Small Print" is a song by Muse and the lead singer of the band is Matthew Bellamy. Anyway, well that's it. I really hope you liked it. I'm sorry again for not writing in a while. In future chapters, there will be a ball, confessions, promises, some plotting on Dumbledore's part, explanations, and the sexiness that is Tom Riddle.