A life at Hogwarts (Marauders Y/n)

Riddle

"What do we do, I mean who knows what the mark does. Also who would do that to a child." You were eavesdropping on the professors, you were supposed to be asleep. It was maybe three in the morning but you couldn't get any sleep. They've been whispering for hours now.

"Minerva, did Druid ever talk about maybe having dreams about Voldemort."

"Albus don't say his name!" There was a long pause, "They might've, however they stopped as soon as Poppy gave them a potion to stop those anxiety and panic attacks."

"That brings it down to one definite answer, right Albus?"

"It does Poppy, the mark is a connection between Y/n and Voldemort. That could also mean he can track her. We needn't worry about that, Poppy's potion seemed to have stopped it. Now we need to figure out how to get rid of it."

"We should tell the mini-"

"Poppy no, who knows what they will do to them. Y/n is a child!" There was what sounded like shuffling feet. Dumbledore chuckled and the noise stopped.

"Potter?" There was no response, there was then a whoosh noise and a cloth hitting the ground. "I was mistaken, what are you four doing out of bed?"

They didn't answer, "Boys you better respond or you will get more detention!"

"W-we were uhhhh, going for a walk." Peter stuttered, most likely shaking. You quietly pulled off your covers and walked over to a sliver of the curtain that was open.

"Are you trying to get us in more trouble? Professor Remus just wanted to give Y/n a book...Right Remus?" James nudged Remus forward. Remus held up the shining by Stephen King. You smiled, you had just started to read a few of his books.

"That book probably wouldn't be the best-"

You opened the curtain slightly, "It's alright Professor, Remus how did you know I liked his books?" Remus went pink.

"You've been reading them non stop..." You smiled but stopped when you saw Sirius glaring at you. McGonagall took the book and handed it to you.

"All of you should leave. Y/n needs their rest." Pomfrey started to push everyone out and when she closed the door she pointed to your bed. "Sleep, now!" You sighed and laid back down. You put the book next to your nightstand then closed your eyes.

"Y/n..." It was dark, and very cold. You looked around and there was nothing. You couldn't move either, where are you? "Y/n!" You shook your head and you were sitting on a desk, whose classroom was it? The door swung open and a Slytherin student came in. "There you are. Where have you been hiding? It's taking me months to find you."

You looked at the boy confused, he had black slightly curly hair and looked to be maybe a sixth year, "Find me? Who are you?" The boy traded looks of confusion then his thoughts looked to finally come back.

"Oh right, you probably wouldn't know me. I'm Tom Riddle, I just want to be your friend."

"Friend? I'm not a very interesting person."

"You're wrong there, you play quidditch expertly. You also can cast any spell without speaking." You went to speak but was cut off, "Yes I know you can, you hide it from everyone. Y/n you are extraordinary! I want to be someone you can always talk to."

You got up from the desk and gave him a confused look, "I find it funny that you appear in my dream after I find out about a dark mark on my back. You have to do with Voldemort don't you?"

"No, even if I was, wouldn't I be less friendly?" You turned your head and nodded, he had a point. "Now then, talk about yourself, I'm here to listen."