Author: smax-daemon

Characters: Tom Riddle/my own creation

Rating: G (for now) reflects my own maturity. Will probably go up.

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K Rowling, the head of Warner Brothers or anything else legally affiliated with Harry Potter. Sue me. On second thought, please don't.

Authors note: This is my first fan fic in a long time. I'll fallen out of practise/lingo so please forgive me. I'm used to writing original stories and this is my first Harry Potter fic. Many of the details are probably incorrect so feel free to correct me. Also, I'm not totally sure when Tom Riddle went to Hogwarts (I dropped maths and all skills were lost) so I've assumed its during WWII.

I intend for this to be long… and possibly boring, sorry I'm a dull human.

Chapter One

Vespa Marks sat on King's Cross Station outside of platform 9 & ¾ on a suitcase, reading a Charlotte Bronte novel, considering her motivation for taking up the offer of attending Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Vespa came from a family of trained wizards; her mother was a philosopher and ethicist of the use of magic in accordance to the fair treatment of muggles. Her father was an author of wizard/muggle romance literature. However, an unfortunate incident of a London air raid meeting with her mothers exact standing point in the house, reduced her father to a nervous wreck, forsaking the seemingly useless wizarding world for the safer, if not more inconvenient muggle one.

This "inconvienant incident" as her father so lovingly described it, happened just months before enrolment to Hogwarts opened, and mere months after her brother, Radcliff was imprisoned in Azkaban on suspected and highly publicised murder charges.

Needless to say, Vespa Marks dashing the hope of many wizards in succeeding to become the greatest witch of all time, found herself at the age of eleven at London Girl's Academy learning trigonometry.

It was not until her brother was released from Azkaban after the apparently murdered woman 'turned up' that he displayed his horror at her non-attendance of her destined school and subsequently gave her a two year run down of first and second form of Hogwarts before pleading with the relevant authorities to accept a somewhat belated enrolment.

It was an uncommon request, but Vespa's lineage guaranteed her a position at the prestigious academy, provided she started first day, year three.

And there the mousy yet brilliant girl found herself, waiting in the bitterly cold train station reading the last muggle book in her possession, disobeying her father's wishes and according to her beloved brother, fulfilling her destiny.

Her foresight proved startlingly accurate.

Vespa was an extraordinarily brilliant girl. Able to grasp ideas, logical in thought and with a keen passion to learn, she was always intended to become a magic scholar. Her brother Radcliff had done exceedingly well, however when his future was cut short and most of his ambition lost, Vespa's parents thought solely of her.

Her father's departure from the wizarding world signalled Vespa's departure of interest from all things involving magic. Her three years spent using nothing but common sense and resources many wizards would have considered primitive made Vespa fiercely independent, practical and with a fond appreciation for classic English literature, jazz music and refrigerators.

It was lucky that Vespa possessed these skills as, given the somewhat materialistic nature of teenagers, she had little other 'assets'. Vespa's belief was that around three percent of the world was physically beautiful. Another three percent was grotesque. Sadly, Vespa fell into the mediocre ninety-four percent, with her unremarkable eyes, slightly too pale skin and lank, mousy hair. Most would describe her as plain, lacking the beauty of her mother (all those genes were inherited by her brother) or the charisma of her mother. Her parents, on an excursion to Italy had, hoping to give their daughter a more exotic name, saw the name for the scooters commonly ridden by attractive donna's and without considering its actual meaning named their daughter Vespa. It was only later they discovered the translation, wasp. Vespa had no complex word to describe herself, she just thought of herself as dull.

And so, feeling thoroughly introduced, Vespa was still remaining sitting on her suitcase, reading an especially boring section of Jane Eyre (where she runs away to the country with no money and for no apparent reason) waiting for her brother to arrive and show her onto the train.

Finally, not ten minutes before the train was due to depart, a flustered yet still attractive Radcliff, armed with a years supply of money and Vespa's farewell gift, an ominous black cat titled Annie, pushed her rather forcefully on the train.

Mustering all the powers of persuasion Vespa could, she forcefully mumbled, "Radcliff I think this is a bad idea. I'm finally starting to understand the concept behind linear maths in comparison to non-linear graphs in relation to trigonometry and, you know I quite enjoy looking at structuralism and the English language and I really think that going to Hogwarts is only going to detract from my actual muggle education…"

Radcliff was having none of it. Aware of his sister's potential and already late for a rendezvous with a Russian nurse on leave, he was wishing to go.

"Ves, get on the Hogwarts Express, you'll have fun, see you in a year."

While detaching themselves emotionally was something the Mark's family did extremely well, Vespa was teary at her brothers sudden departure and his lack of any sentimental feelings. Kissing her lightly on the head (and making her the envy of every girl and middle age woman in the vicinity) Radcliff attempted to motivate her with a smile, "Come first in the year for me, oh and magic me out if I get conscripted…" before shutting the train door and going to meet Anastasia, leaving Vespa rather lost and as frightened as a first year. Immediately going into magic shock, Vespa found the first empty carriage (not difficult as many children had decided to stay with their parents due to the risk of possible air raids or attacks) sat down and continued reading her book.