The Adventure of a Marauder
by imafeckingstarr

Summary: Melissa Lopez is an average girl, with average grades and an average life. That is, until a replica of Tom Riddle's Diary in the London Harry Potter exhibit transports her back in time with no way of returning to her original time – not that she minds. Melissa has the chance to change the future, but will it be for the better?

A/N: So, this is my sequel to "A Riddle for Riddle"… kind of. It has the same plot line and stuff, but it has different characters and isn't based on Tommy boy this time. However, that replica of his diary is the cause of Mel's disappearance and sudden appearance at Hogwarts – only this time, she grabs the attention of the sexy womanising Marauder Sirius Black… and I've just ruined the story for you guys. I might as well not write it now. Haa, I'm kidding. Here's the chapter!

'The She-Devil'

Spring break: I've been waiting for this day for years. Okay, no I haven't, I've been waiting for this day for two months, but that timespan was painstakingly long for a fifteen year old girl and it felt like years. I gazed excitedly at the purple and gold ticket in my hand. This was every fan-girls' dream!

"Oi, Mel! The she-devil wants you!"

I was sitting at my dressing table when I heard my older sister Claire call me (older by four years). I groaned, what could she want? My siblings and I live with my Aunt Fran in the middle of no-where, our names for her vary depending on what she'd done, simply because she's pure evil… and likes to pretend she's French. The French must be evil if she's pretending. Why she likes to pretend such a thing is beyond me. She was my mother's sister, younger sister, as a matter of fact, by a year and a half. My Aunt Fran or the devil – preferably the devil – has the same blue eyes as my mum and me, so unfortunately, you could tell we were related.

I placed the purple and gold ticket in the back pocket of my blue denim jeans; I was going to need that later. Claire called for me again ("Mel I won't bloody call you again! Aunt Fran wants to speak to you!" – We only ever called her 'Aunt Fran' if she was nearby or was in the house. I presumed she was sitting in the garden before, soaking up the small amount of sun there was) and I scampered off down the stairs, holding onto the banister for support. The last time I ran down these spiralling stairs I fell down them. Not an experience I would like to repeat.

"Melissa! Get down here right now! Do I have to drag you in here by your hair?"

I flinched as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Another experience I do not wish to repeat.

"No Auntie Fran," I called, the name was like acid on my tongue. I hated calling her 'Auntie'; but she insisted on treating me like I was a child – which I'm not! I'm practically a grown woman! I walked briskly into the living room; I didn't want to be on the receiving end of her wrath. The walls were painted a bright ghastly yellow, which made the room look like an overgrown sunflower. I think my Aunt had attempted a bit of DIY before, myself, Claire and my little toad of a brother Mark came to live with her. We've lived here all of four years, and she still hadn't bothered to re-paint the yellow mess on her walls. The devil said she was impressed with her handiwork… I said it looked like it was done by a toddler. I got a slap. Do you ever feel like everything is always your fault? Yeah, I feel like that a lot, but that's only because that wretched woman tells me it's my fault. You have a bigger chance of believing such nasty things the more you're told it.

"Melissa," My 'aunt' spat, she said my name like it was the worst thing in the world. My name was strained; it was as if she'd forced herself to say 'Lord Voldemort' or something. "I'm not taking you to that Porter exhibit thing."

I restrained myself from correcting the old hag. Today was the 5th April 2018, the day the Harry Potter exhibit re-opened in London town centre. I personally could not wait, and my day had just gotten better now that I knew the she-devil wasn't going to take me.

"Oh, you're not taking me? Then who is?" I asked, begging silently that it wasn't that freaky car-hire person who always came round every Thursday for tea – Jasper Green I think he was called.

"Your sister is, you pathetic thing!" She hissed at me nastily; spit spewing everywhere, hitting me revoltingly in the face. Eww, demon spit! How gross. Well… it wasn't all bad then, really, was it? Claire would just drop me off there and bugger off somewhere else and expect me to make my own way home. That was fine with me.

"Oh." I replied, "Okay then,"

The devil scowled at me. I didn't even do anything wrong this time! I just spoke. Gods, is it against the law to speak to her now?

"You will speak to me with respect Melissa Rose Lopez, the respect I deserve." She snarled, and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. I got this speech a gazillion times a day, all of them the same. How I was a vile child, and that I had got that from my fathers' side of the family – how pathetic.

"You really are your father's child. Lazy, rude, troublemaking, urgh, just the very sight of you makes me sick Melissa! You're lucky that I bothered to take you in." Ouch, okay. Both my parents were killed in a car accident when I was eleven, thus putting my brother, sister and myself into the devil woman's care. My life has been a living hell for the past four years – I despise the woman I'm supposed to call my 'aunt', the woman who's supposed to shower me with love and affection, tuck me in at night and tell me that I'm safe when I have nightmares. Where's that woman that I've idolised for four years? Dead at the bottom of a well somewhere probably.

I want my mum and dad back. But no amount of wishing is going to make that happen. You can't bring back the dead.

"Now get out of my sight!" The devil roared, and I ran out of the room. I just wanted to get out of here, away from her. Why did I get dumped with a vindictive cow?

Yay for a sequel! I bet you're all thinking "Didn't Emmy change the future?" well, haha, you'll see what happens. I'm off to Nottingham later, I'm going to see "Oleanna" with my Drama class with the school - yes, it's the holidays, but we've hardly done any coursework. Ah well. Then tomorrow, I'm in London. Yay London! I'm going to bully members of my youth group to take me to Kings Cross Station, so I can, uh, take a picture of Platform 9 3/4.

I'm a sap, I know. Haha, read and review!

EDIT: I'm going through the first... sixteen or so chapters and completely re-writing them. I've edited them on paper, not computer, so please bear with me!

muchlove,
imafeckingstarr xxxx