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:I am so unbelievably sorry about the lack of updating. I've been so caught up in school work and University applications, sorting out my facebook fan page and my original writing that I've just... forgotten about fan-fiction. I know, bad author. How can you forget about something like this? Well... I did, and it hasn't been until a couple of days ago that I actually thought about it. Oh, links to my facebook fan page will be on my profile if anyone is interested

Quidditch, Wands, Food and Fun!

"Mel... Mel... OH FOR MERLIN'S SAKE MEL GET UP!" Lily screamed. I rolled over and pulled the duvet covers over my head. I didn't care about the time and I sure as hell didn't care about the place, I just wanted to sleep. I was the kind of person who didn't want to go to sleep at night but didn't want to wake up in the morning. I absolutely hated mornings. They were wet, boring or cold no matter the season. Mornings and I don't get on; we never have and never will.

"Go away... wake me up at a better time, like twelve or something," I grumbled into my pillow.

Lily yanked my covers off me and dumped them on the floor. I bet I looked a right state, curled up in a little ball in the middle of my mattress with just my shorts and a t-shirt on. "Nice Mel, really ladylike," Lily snorted.

"Shut up," I mumbled.

"Get dressed Mel, we're going shopping,"

My ears perked up at the sound of shopping, "Really? Nice, I need to get some clothes, and maybe a book or two..."

Lily rolled her eyes, "Mel, we're here for school stuff not personal stuff. You can get that in Hogsmeade Village next month,"

I shrugged, "Suit yourself, I just want to go shopping," I rolled out of bed; landed on the floor, stood up and walked towards my trunk which was lying at the bottom of my bed. I thrust it open (it's a cute little thing with all my clothes in. I say my clothes; they're clothes Professor Dumbledore managed to get a hold of for me, neat huh?) and pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a light turquoise blouse, "Do you mind leaving so I can...?" I trailed off.

"Oh right, yeah, of course. Sorry Mel, I was slightly out of it,"

"S'alright Lily, I can't complain, not really. I'm always out of it, join the club,"

"Padfoot lay off my bacon!"

"But you're not eating it!"

"I still bloody want it!"

"But Prongs, it's going to go cold! That's a waste of bacon! Why don't you let me eat it? It's not wasting food then."

"GET YOUR FLITHY HANDS OFF MY BACON!"

Lily and I strolled down the stairs and into the dining area of the Leaky Cauldron to hear James and Sirius arguing over pieces of bacon. We shared bemused glances at each other. I felt sorry for the locals having to listen to their consistent squabbles over nothing.

"Boys, seriously, you're fighting over bacon? What are you, six?" I asked, sitting down and grabbing several slices of toast. Lily mimicked my actions, asking Remus to pass the jam and butter.

"Melanie, tell Prongs that I should have his bacon because he's not eating it and then it's going to go cold!" Sirius whined, banging his fists lightly on the table. James glowered at him, and then turned to look at me as if to say 'don't-you-freaking-dare.'

"Sirius, how many times do I have to tell you? My name's Melissa, not Melanie. Besides, I think James wants to eat his bacon, cold or not,"

"This is so unfair!"

I laughed as Lily handed me the butter. I carefully spread my toast and then applied the jam; it's like a procedure or something. Spreading butter carefully and then slapping on some jam is how I roll, "Toast is much simpler to eat," I commented with a grin.

"Yeah well bacon is part of a mans breakfast," James commented, banging his fists on his chest to prove how much more muscular he was now that he'd eaten his breakfast meat.

Lily shook her head, rolling her eyes as she ate some more toast, "Idiot,"

Remus smiled into his cereal, chuckling lightly at his best friends' stupid antics.

Lily and Remus showed me the way to Gringotts whilst James and Sirius ran to Quality Quidditch Supplies. I was really excited, which was stupid because I was just going to the bank. Not just any bank you fool, I thought, you're going to a WIZARD BANK! You should be excited.

Which was true, I have a reason to be excited.

The double doors were flanked with goblins, who nodded curtly in our direction. Out of mere habit I nodded back, but I felt it was polite to do so, after all, goblins are very strange creatures and could probably kill me instantly if they wanted too.

"Wait a moment guys," I called as I noticed the silver plaque encrypted on the doors, "I want to read this,"

Enter, stranger, but take heed,
Of what awaits the sin of greed.
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors,
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware,
Of finding more than treasure there.

"Yer'd be mad ter try an' rob it," I whispered, smiling to myself. Remembering Hagrid saying that to Harry in the first book made me all happy and fluttery inside.

"Did you say something Mel?" Lily asked, cocking her head slightly to the side.

"No... I didn't say a word. Creepy, don't you think?" I said, pointing at the poem. Remus snorted and Lily nodded.

"You'd have to be crazy to try and rob Gringotts," Lily answered, walking a head of Remus and myself. I had to stop myself from grinning. What would she say if she knew that her future son broke into Gringotts to find a horcrux? I wouldn't want to be the one to drop that bomb on her.

I left Gringotts moments later with a pouch filled to the top with money. I could feel it rattling around in my purse, it was mad. "I don't think I've ever had so much money in my life," I laughed, enthralled by the idea of getting a wand and buying spell books.

"Let's hit the book store. I heard Flourish and Blotts have a new edition to Elizabeth Armstrong's autobiography!"

"No, we should go to the apothecary, Mel needs to get some supplies for potions. Sluggie won't keep her off the hook forever,"

"You know what Melanie needs? A wand!" Sirius shouted from behind us, scaring me half to death. I jumped ten feet out of my skin, it was horrible.

"Actually Sirius, that's a pretty good idea. Mel lets go get your wand," Lily agreed, and she took my hand before I could even protest against them watching me. We walked into Ollivander's and the bell tinkled lightly throughout the shop. The space inside looked relatively small, but looking towards the book of the shop it looked as if it went on forever, it also looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a million years. The place was filled to the brim with dust!

"Miss Evans, how nice it is to see you again. I remember when you bought your first wand as if it were only yesterday, 10 ¼ inches, willow; excellent for charm work." Mr Ollivander literately popped up out of no-where; it was as if he hid himself under an invisibility cloak to perform an old magic trick to the youngsters that entered his shop. "Ah, Mr Potter, 11 inches, mahogany; good for Transfiguration. Mr Black I see you're here as well! 15 inches I believe, rosewood, perfect for defence. And Mr Lupin! 9 ½ inches, yew; Perfect for potion brewing." He smiled a crinkly smile at them, and then his eyes met mine dramatically.

"Miss Lopez, I believe I have been expecting you,"

"You have?" I questioned. The others shot me quizzical looks that – probably – mirrored mine.

"Indeed, I have. Professor Dumbledore informed me of your arrival and I have been expecting you. Shall we get started?"

Finding a wand was much more difficult than I thought it would have been. I told the boys (and Lily, but she point blank refused) that they could go off somewhere else, buy themselves an ice-cream or ogle at the Quidditch supplies again, but they repeatedly told me that they wanted to watch me buy my wand.

I was afraid that Ollivander was going to kick me out of his shop and exclaim that I didn't belong in the Wizarding world, but eventually, a wand chose me.

"Ah, perfect! 15 inches, Holly, and a phoenix feather core. Excellent, excellent! A perfect wand for duelling and defensive spells. That will be seven galleons,"

I paid Ollivander for my wand, got it wrapped up, placed in a bag and set off to buy everything else I needed.

"Hey Mel, fancy buying yourself a broom?" Sirius suggested cheekily.

"Maybe later, now I need to buy some books. OH MY MERLIN, I GET TO BUY BOOKS! Now I'm excited," I squealed, and dragged Lily and Sirius in the direction of Flourish and Blotts. Who would have thought that Diagon Alley would be so darn cool?

"What're you guys waiting for? The sooner we buy these books the sooner you can gawk at those brooms again!"

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EDIT: I'm completely re-writing some of the chapters that are already posted just to help the story flow better, please bear with me as I make these adjustments

muchlove,
imafeckingstarr xxx