Disclaimer: Though it is every Harry Potter fan's secret (or not so secret) dream to own the series, they do as I do not. sighs dramatically It all belongs to J.K. Rowling… oh well

Summary: Between having odd visions about Tom Riddle and sorting out her feelings fora charmingRavenclaw and the mysterious, butoddly familiar Blaise Zambini, Hermione barely has time to study! What's a girl to do?

Timely Visions

'What the-?'

Looking around wildly, she quickly took in her present surroundings. She was obviously still dreaming… but then, why did she feel so suddenly aware… so awake?

However, it did not surprise her that she stood upon no floor, nor was surrounded by any walls- just a black nothingness that went on for what seemed like forever. She found herself unafraid of this darkness, and the scenes tinted with gold sparkles floating, swirling, and dancing around her. She backed up a few paces, only to bump into something hard that had not been there before. She turned around to gaze at it in awe.

It was a giant hourglass. Inside it, sparkling gold grains of sand fell from the top of it, where a seemingly infinite amount was stored. She looked now back at the images around her, standing out against the darkness as though rays of sunlight fell upon them. A slight gasp of surprise came from her as she recognized one of the many figures in the images to be none other than Remus Lupin, though he was much younger- only a little older than her!

She watched him for a while, and saw after a few moments that he was using a time turner. He disappeared from the scene, and almost immediately, a new image took its place, this time a pretty witch with brilliant red hair and emerald eyes…

She turned to look at the hourglass again, a feeling of understanding unfurling within her. The hourglass… it must hold the sands of time… and all those images… are the past, present, and future… memories… scenes from other lifetimes of magical people cheating time… She raised a hand, almost in a trance to touch the smooth, glass forming the hourglass, but stopped, fingers mere centimeters from it when a voice stopped her.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," a male's voice called out to her. She turned to him, confused, until she took his appearance in…

Fifties-style hair cut, jet-black hair, and emerald eyes. He looked so much like Har- wait a second… that would make him-

"Tom Riddle!"

He looked taken aback for a moment, and then raising an eyebrow, looked her over as though seeking the answers to the questions in his mind.

"You're from the future… hmmm…. Interesting. I thought I was the only one that could observe time, rather than be observed. You obviously know my name, but I've not the pleasure of yours'." He sounded polite, and his words confused her greatly. This was the great Lord Voldemort when he was a teenager- no more than sixteen- but he seemed so normal, so, so not evil! He looked at her, raising an eyebrow when she did not answer him.

"You would probably kill me on the spot if I told you," she muttered. He looked greatly amused, even though he did not grin.

"I can't hurt you, even if I wanted to," She could not help but raise an inquiring eyebrow. He looked back at her evenly. "That's for me to know, and you to find out."

"Oh," was all she could say. He did not look at all like the monster that was ruining her life in the present, if that was where she was not currently. She almost chuckled at the slight irony.

"Do you know where we are, Riddle?" She asked, not enjoying the ackward silence between them; preferring to use his last name, only because she thought it would put them on neutral territory.

"Of course," he said loftily, almost arrogantly. "But I won't tell you until you tell me your name,"

She looked at him for a moment more, deciding, weighing the consequences. Finally she said it.

"Hermione Granger… though I can't say I'm pleased to meet you."

TBC… I think… anyways, wadya think… I know it's not to good… yet… The idea struck me and I could not help but write it. This will definitely be revised…Reviews are welcome!

Thanks,

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