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Due to this story being a Historical fic, I try to stick to canon as much as possible.

This grows harder when delving into topics that weren't mentioned in detail in the books, so I rely on my own interpretation in these points to guide the story forward.

Some of my interpretations of canon may differ from your own, but I try my best to stick to the world that's established in the books.

I'm writing this story for fun, so I hope you'll enjoy the idea as much as I am!

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"The Serpent's Teeth"
(A Tom Riddle love story)

29th April 1998

"Miss Hayes, your practice partner for today is Mr. Longbottom," Amycus Carrows piercing voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

The Defense Against The Dark Arts class resembles more a torture course for beginners then actual defense lessons.

Amycus Carrow has been our teacher in this subject since the beginning of the seventh school year.

He is a Death Eater friend of our dear headmaster Professor Snape.

Amycus Carrows tendency to punish students with the Crucatius curse, if they don't acts just like he wants is widely known and feared.

I have already had the honor of rolling on the floor in agonizing pain more then once, because I often refused to use one of my classmates as my torture victim.

Amycus is cold hearted and merciless.

It makes no difference to him when he's torturing someone if he just got a first year or a seventh year, as he strikes them with the Crucatius curse.

"What are you waiting, for Miss Hayes? Do you need an extra invitation? "

With a malicious smile, he raises his wand and points it threateningly at me.

Swallowing hard, I get up and put myself in Duel-position in front of Neville, who gives me an encouraging smile.

Neville is my best friend and always there for me when Professor Amycus or his sister Alecto had tortured me again.

We have been almost inseparable since first year.

It never bothered me that he stutters and is forgetful and clumsy at times.

He has his heart in the right place and in these tough times he is the one who has the courage to give the particularly stubborn rebels a good place to hide from trouble.

Who would have thought that one day the Room of Requirements would be the refuge of frightened students?

Definitely not me!

"I hope you remember the curse that we have been going trough last hour, and how to do it, or should I show it to you again?"

I nod frankly and face Neville whit my wand slightly trembling in my hand.

As Amycus has noticed that we are such good friends, he has taken personal pleasure in making us exercise partners.

And today we're practicing a curse that gives the victim the feeling of being ripped apart in four pieces.

I act fast swallowing hard and perform the spell without saying a word.

Yes, unspoken magic has been my specialty since I can remember.

Sure, you have to concentrate a little more, but it makes your life as a witch much easier if the person who is going to be hit with your curse doesn't know whats coming at them.

Screaming Neville collapses, with arms and legs stretched out rather awkwardly.

As the screams get more pain filled and louder,it brakes my heart to continue this madness...this torture that they call class any longer.

I stop the spell and quickly rush to him to apologize.

How I hate it to hurt my friends.

How I hate myself for being a coward and obeying this mad man,I would rather endure the pain myself and spare the others.

At the beginning of the school year it was different, but now...

But if I get kicked out of school for refusing to do my school work I wouldn't be helping anybody... and my N.E.W.Ts would move even further away.

Selfish, I know, but even for a Gryffindor there is an end to chivalry...in these times people have to look out for themselves more then ever.

Do I sound cold-hearted now?

Certainly!

Fred has told me several times this year that I would be better off in Slytherin with this way of thinking.

And I secretly agree with him on that.

Sometimes I wonder how I got sorted into Gryffindor myself, but despite being a pure blood I just can't take that whole purity of blood to heart...and who knows? Maybe I'll find my courage to ask the Sorting Hat why it has decided to put me in Gryffindor.

Maybe I was just too goodhearted for Slytherin...

And my final year of school is just about the worst I've ever had!

The idea that I'm going to take the tests in a few weeks,and having to cope with my school career reliefs me time and time again,and makes me sympathize for those students who still need to remain longer under the care of the Death Eaters.

"Oh, Neville! I'm sorry, I didn't think ... I. Oh Merlin! Don't faint, are you listening? You still have to take revenge on me for the pain, "

I tell him and shake him lightly by the shoulders.

"You know I'm not vindictive," Neville croaks and stands up with my help.

"What are you waiting for? Mr. Longbottom, I want to see if you are at least a little more capable than your friend, "

Professor Amycus says looking at us rather bored.

As soon as I'm done with school and meet him alone on the street, I'll turn all the curses that he teaches us against him.

Just as merciless as he has done it to countless students.

And I'll repeat the procedure with his sister!

Rubbing my aching limbs I leave the classroom at the end of the day and quietly cursing to myself I go on my way to lunch.

After that I've got an hour with Alecto Carrow, before I can go to Ancient Runes.

I have always been good at this subject, and my O.W.L.S examination was one of the best along with Hermione who was the only other student with an O.

Hermione ...

In the beginning of the school year, she didn't come back, which I was kind off glad for, because she is Muggle-born but on the other hand I missed her, especially in the first few weeks, even though I'm not good friends with her.

On the contrary, she often got on my nerves.

Harry and Ron didn't return either, the three of them had left to hunt down the Horcruxes of you-know-who, just like Dumbledore had asked Harry to do before his death.

Harry had asked me if I wanted to go along, but I've made the decision to declare war against the Dark Lord on Hogwarts grounds together with Neville and it worked out pretty well so far.

Groaning, I sat down at the table next to Ginny.

There is an oppressive silence in the Great Hall.

Nobody says more than necessary.

You can almost feel the constant anxious glances that the students send to the teacher's desk.

Only the Slytherins are still as arrogant and cocky as ever. Above all, that annoying mother's boy Malfoy.

You only hear the scraping of the quills on the parchment during the Old Runes class.

I strain to ponder over the text and think about why the word strawberries appears in the middle of a story about torture.

That doesn't make any sense!

Frustrated, I put down my Quill and draw the runes closer to me.

Maybe I've just skipped something.

A knock at the door interrupts the class and everybody lookes up to see what's going on.

"Come in," Professor Babbling commands monotonically.

She used to be a cheerful and helpful witch, but she has changed with the rest of the school.

Her classes are now monotonous and don't contain much more then the requirements of the curriculum.

Her once exiting classes have now become dull and lifeless.

"Miss Hazel Hayes is to-to go t-t-to the headmasters office ...", the first year, who deliveres the message stutters, lowering his head to hide a blush and silently flees away again.

A Hufflepuff, as I recognize the color of his robes.

They have it worst than the Gryffindors with Snape as headmaster.

He treats them like their unworthy of being in his presence because their qualities are not in magic, but more in academic an other fields that don't necessarily need magic....and they are also known to have a good heart, and are compassionate to the people around them not caring if they're Muggle born or pure blood...Snape seems to have no interest in any of that...

"What are you waiting for?", My neighbor elbowes me rudely in the ribs.

"If you're not on time, you will end up with a detention!"

Sighing, I get up and hastily grab my things.

When she's right, she's right.

Professor Babbling observes my actions with pursed lips.

"Miss Hayes, you will have the translation in addition to the homework done before the next hour. "

I nod and close the door behind me as I leave.

With quick steps I rush down the aisle.

How in the world am I supposed to get to the headmasters' office?

Is the statue just going to let me pass if I say why I'm there for?

When I turn around the corner and the entrance to the school tower comes into view, I relax my shoulders and even my pace.

You haven't done anything, Hazel! For weeks now, he can't accuse you of anything!

I encourage myself in silence and watch in wonder that the guardians of the door move aside for me without comment and how the stairs manifest.

Once upstairs, I knock hesitantly on the heavy wooden door and wait for the; "Come in,".

"Miss Hayes " I hear him say in his usual raspy voice whit his piercing eyes fixed on me.

"Great that you managed show up. Sit down. We need to discuss something with you"

"We, sir?" I quietly put my bag down next to the chair and sit down.

"Yes, we. Professor Dumbledore and I "

A hot flame of anger shoots through my body.

The murderer and traitor has the nerve to speak his victims name so easily!

Just hearing him say Dumbledores name has me boiling with anger.

Professor Dumbledore had trusted him! And then Snape kills him easily, even though he begged him for help!

Yes, Harry had told me everything, that had happened on the tower. At that time I was fighting against Bellatrix Lestrange with Ginny and other Death Eaters and Draco Malfoy tried in vain to hold the fight but gave up soon enough and flee from the scene.

The cowardly bastard and wannabe killer even had the nerve to return to school this year.

His Death Eater father has obviously somehow managed to get permission from you-know - who to get him back in Hogwarts.

We have Death Eaters not only in the teaching staff, but also among us students.

No wonder that the mistrust is rampant in this school and you don't even dare to think freely.

It should be the job of the headmaster to make Hogwarts a safe place for the students.

"Don't look at me like that Miss Hayes . I know what you're thinking without having to looking trough your thoughts."

" You wouldn't find anything anyway, Professor. I mastered Occlumency a long time ago." I say smiling at him defiantly.

"Very good, that confirms that I've made a good choice to have chosen you for this mission. Didn't I tell you that Miss Hayes is more capable than we thought, Albus? " Snape turns to the only awake portrait inhabited by our quirky old school headmaster.

Merlin, how I missed his speech this year, and to run into him at the night when I was wondering trough the corridors once again after curfew.

Never again will he provide me with a wink lemon drops ...

The grief that I've been repressing so well comes back in sight of him smiling and the memories come flooding back. After my parents death in my third year caused by a failed potions experiment, he has taken something like a father figure for me. Whenever I've needed some advice, I've come to him and he also always took care of Harry ...

"Miss Hayes. Do you know of Dumbledore's mission to Harry Potter?"

Snape's cold voice brought me back from the sorrow, for which I am very grateful to him,although he doesn't know that he helped me with it.

"No ... no, he hasn't told me anything. I only know that he has a mission ... " I say hesitantly.

" Well, then I'll give you the short version. The Dark Lord had already started to create Horcruxes in his school days, Horcruxes are... "

"I know what Horcruxes are, can you please get on with the story?"

"Well, Potter, Weasley and Granger are in search of his Horcruxes. There are seven in number Albus and I are, however, certain that at least one is hidden in Hogwarts. After all, he regarded it as his first and only home. And it is now up to you to figure out where he has hidden this Horcrux. " Snape says in a monotone voice.

"Wait, wait. I think I misheard you. You're a Death Eater, a follower of the Dark Lord and killed Professor Dumbledore on his behalf. You can't seriously expect me to believe that you want Voldemort dead, yes I call him by name, and that you have thought of the plan to accomplish it all with your murder victim! For how retarded do you take me, Professor? In the end you'll just want a reason to deliver me to the Dark Lord, because I am officially against him, and you would have one less troublemaker in your cursed School institution!"

"Don't insinuate that I'm a murderer!"

"But you are one!" I angrily jump up and bend over the desk, as far as I can.

"No, I'm not Miss Hayes and I'm not a devoted follower of the Dark Lord. I worked for seventeen years as a spy for Dumbledore and I killed him as planned. He would have died soon anyway of a curse by his own stupidity, and the fact I killed him, he himself chose his path to death. Mr. Malfoy was spared a guilty conscience and I have proven my loyalty to the Dark Lord. And now we are planning the overthrow Lord Voldemort and his followers ", He looks at me insistently and I sit back down.

Somehow I can't believe that he would lie to me. It sounds believable and I had already suspected that the black Hand was curse. Moreover at our last meeting before his death Dumbledore was particularly loving and affectionate.

"My child," Dumbledores voice is heard from the painting and his kind eyes look kindly down at me. "What Severus says is true, and we need you for the execution of our plan."

Sighing, I lean back.

"Well, and how do I get at the Horcrux? Even if I roam through all of Hogwarts that would take years and the Carrows would get suspicious ", a mocking grin adorns my lips.

Unless the two have something in their head, which I doubt at times.

"Well, I'll take you through a Time-turner to the year 1944.

1st September 1944 to be exact. On this day, begins Tom Riddle's seventh and final year at Hogwarts. You are about the same age with 18 years. You will go to the current headmaster Amando Dippet with a fake certificate of Alma Aleron Wizarding School and University located in Philadelpha, Pennsylvania, and you will be sorted into a house and attend classes until you have won the trust of Tom Riddle, and know where he hid the Horcrux . Then come back with the help of the Tim-turner back here and choose the same day that you went there to return back to your time. Do you understand and agree? "

My gaze wanders from Snape to Dumbledore and back.

I would do anything to contribute to Voldemort's downfall.

"Yes, I understand. I'll go back in time, befriend Tom Riddle and make him tell me where he's going to hide a Horcrux at Hogwarts. Or did he already hide it?"

" No, at this time he has only created one Horcrux. He killed his father and his family, for it."

I nod knowingly.

Harry told me the full resume of Voldemort, that he had learned through the memories of others.

Actually I could write a biography of him.

"Good, when do I leave? And what is different in Hogwarts of today with the Hogwarts of Voldemorts time? ", I ask curiously.

"You're leaving tomorrow morning, the earlier the better. The school uniform has changed slightly, we've already got an authentic replica for you," Professor Snape puts a stack of school skirts and blouses on the desk.

"Generally, the clothing was different. I hope that you don't only have floral dresses and ruffled blouses and T-Shirts, but also long nightgowns and such... " Professor Snape says sarcastically.

Normally I would be upset by him talking about my clothing style like that, but I'll just ignore him for now.

"Well, Professor. Then I'm going back to the Gryffindor Tower, pack my suitcase and think of a plan. Well I mean I'll sort out some clothes and will try not to stand out much, I will give it my all. Don't worry, I'll see you tomorrow morning sir," I smile cheerfully, grab my bag and rush out of the room exited.

By Merlin!

I'll have to befriend the Dark Lord!

According to Harry that is impossible, he already had followers at that time...,but no friends ...

How do I accomplish that?!