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: Woo-hoo, another chapter! I'm going to try and write more regularly. I have a HUGE announcement, which will also be at the bottom of the chapter. I hope you like this!

Dumbledore's Theory

I grabbed the first book I could get my hands onto and began to read.

Dear Diary,

It feels weird writing this; it's been years since I've wrote in a diary. I've magically locked it, and Tom knows not to go snooping through my stuff without my permission. A nasty hex he'll get if he tries! I need a way to keep my sanity, keeping these plans to myself is going to make myself crazy – I can't tell anyone about this, not Anna, not Dumbledore... not even Tom. I hate keeping secrets from him, but I've screwed up the fabrics of time, people are ganging up on Tom, demanding to know why his ambitions to be Lord Voldemort and cleanse the world of muggles and muggleborns alike have ceased.

It's been a couple of months since our little girl has been born. I hate myself for this, but I have to make him forget–

"Where's the rest of the page?"

I thumbed through all the books that were there, but I couldn't find it. What was she trying to make Tom forget? She said that she'd given birth to a little girl... why did no-one know about this? About her? What was she to Tom, to Voldemort?

Picking up the diary, I ran out of the Room of Requirement and went straight to Dumbledore's office. Didn't he say that he had a few theories? Well, now I was going to hear some, whether he wanted to tell me or not, I had to get some answers.

I banged on the gargoyle.

"Do you mind?" it asked me.

"Not at all," I replied, "Can you let me up?"

"Do you know the password?"

"Uh, no, now that you mention it,"

"Then no,"

I scowled at the thing, "Well, I'll guess it then. Is it Chocolate Frogs? No, okay, Acid Pops? What about Chocolate Bourbons? Lemon Drops? Oh I know, Sherbert Lemon! No, it wasn't that either... hmm, Sugar Quills? No okay, Custard Creams?"

The gargoyle sprung to life, "A-ha, Custard Creams!" I beamed, and I ran up the stairs and straight through his office door, ignoring the fact that I was, indeed, being extremely rude.

"Ah, Miss Lopez, how nice it is to see you, is something the matter?"

I closed the door behind me, "Now that you mention it... who am I? Why am I having these visions? What do you know about Lord Voldemort that you're not telling me?"

Dumbledore frowned at me, "You appear a little distressed, perhaps you need to go to the Hospital Wing..."

"I do not have to go to the goddamn infirmary!Who're my parents? YOU HAVE ANSWERS, I KNOW YOU DO, YOU ALWAYS HAVE ANSWERS. Well now I want to know. What is it that you're keeping from me?" I demanded, throwing the book at him. "It says here that she had a daughter. She had to make him forget, what did she make him forget? Who even is she? She mentions Voldemort an awful lot, were they lovers? Why did you not mention that to me before?"

Calmly, Dumbledore scanned the diary entry, "Where did you find this?"

"Details aren't important, I need answers Professor,"

He gestured for me to sit down, and I did, "Of course, you know I have some theories, which I couldn't divulge in as I had to make sure I was certain about them. Research was key, after all, and I didn't want to give you any kind of false hope," I nodded, knowing and understanding the reference – it was the day I passed out before Transfiguration and landed (gracefully, I hope!) in Regulus Black's arms. It was also my first vision type thing. "Since you described your dream and your vision, it made my theories a little clearer. Emily Riddle nee White was transported here through a muggle device to; clearly, make a change in Tom Riddle's life."

"Emily Riddle?" I interjected, "You mean… Voldemort actually fell in love? He got married? If he was so in love, why is he killing everyone now? I know she wouldn't let this happen, she's read the books just like I have. His fate isn't something I'd subject anyone to, not even my worst enemy."

"How much do you know about Emily White, Miss Lopez?" Dumbledore asked finally.

"Not much, I've been flicking through some of her diaries, the one I've showed you is the latest one I picked up. I've been reading them in the order I found them, but it they seem to be jumbled up. I don't think I've been reading them chronologically because nothing seems to make sense. Why?"

"She passed away. My theory is that Tom became Voldemort because of her death. I also think you might be the daughter that Mrs Riddle is talking about in her diary entry, your dreams and visions have proved that. But why you were sent to the muggle world I haven't yet figured out. She knew what was going to happen if Tom became Lord Voldemort, yet she allowed him to anyway. He's forgotten all about your existence, if he remembered, I'm certain he wouldn't have become the monster he is now."

I started laughing before I could stop myself, "You're crazy old man,"

"How so, Miss Lopez? Or should I call you 'Miss Riddle' now?"

"That's why! I can't be their... their daughter! I was brought up in the muggle world; I have muggle parents, and a muggle family,"

"Didn't I say that your heritage was to be questioned? I believe here lies your answer," He commented, indicating the diary.

I stood up and snatched the diary from the desk, shaking my head, "You're crazy,"

"That may be so, but my theories always tend to be correct,"

"This time you're fucking delusional," I snapped.

"Language Miss Riddle," Dumbledore said sternly.

I glowered at him, "I'm going now... there's no fucking way I'm related to... to him." Before Dumbledore could get another word in, I stormed out his office, slamming the door behind me as I did. I almost slipped down the gargoyles stone steps, I was that infuriated with Professor Dumbledore. How dare he even suggest that I might be related to Tom fucking Riddle, that wasn't something to brag about!

The walk to the Common Room was quiet; everyone was outside enjoying their last doses of sunlight before they headed back to cram their heads with more revision. The silence gave me time to think, and I used a concealment charm on the diary to make it look like my own, and I cast another charm to make sure no-one could get into the diary without my permission. I didn't want anyone else to come to the same conclusions Dumbledore did.

But what if I was? What if Dumbledore really was right and Tom Riddle was my father? What happens then?

'Get a grip girl, you look nothing like him – or her for that matter. Didn't they have dark hair and eyes? Who do you look like? Your muggle mum, Dumbledore's just looking for an easy explanation to why you're here.'

I thought about it harder, which only gave me a headache. "The question is," I mumbled, "what's going to happen if I really am his daughter?"

BIG ANNOUNCEMENT: I got into Uni! Yay! Starting September I will be studying English Literature with Creative Writing at York St. John

Read and Review, tell me what you think!

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