Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.

Years ago, when I was two, Mummy convinced Daddy to go to the muggle lady and tell her his story on how he saved not only the wizarding community, but the muggle's too. Daddy's story was written into "fantasy fiction" by Ms. Rowling. His story was translated into 7 books and 8 movies worldwide. After writing the epilogue in his last book, Daddy figured that our family could be finished commuting to the muggle world. Only now, 8 years after, does Daddy realize how wrong he is. Life can never be quiet if you're the daughter of the Boy Who Lived.

I don't know where I should begin. Do I go back to when this mess first started when I was 4? Do I go back to my farthest memory? For Daddy, it was so simple telling that muggle lady. I guess I should just tell you how it began, since I lived through that time twice–as far as I know.

On the night of my fourth birthday, after Daddy tucked me in bed, I saw a slight flash in the corner of my room in Number 12, Grimmauld Place. What's that? I thought. James and Albus were supposed to be sleeping, and Uncle George already left. Hugo and Rose were staying the night, but they were a floor above me with Aunt Mione and Uncle Ron.

"Lumos," I heard, a blue light shining from the tip of a wand. A redhead girl that looked like the pictures of Daddy's Mummy held the wand. She saw me staring, smiled, and walked over. Taking a small purse from her bag, she whispered, "Happy Birthday Lily."

"Who are you?" I asked, taking the present.

"I'm you from the future. Six years into the future. I came to bring you a gift. Open it."

Fingering the metal clasp, I flicked it open and glanced at the two items inside. An hourglass necklace on a gold chain and a red ring were inside. I took them both out and held them out to her. "This one," she began, putting the necklace on me, "is called a Time-Turner. It will take you back in time and return you to the present on its own.

"Remember when Aunt Mione told you the Tales of Beedle the Bard?" she asked, seeing me nod. "This ring is from the Tale of the Three Brothers. Just turn it three times in your hand." She put it in my right palm. Turning it, I saw people from pictures Daddy had gathered around me. There was Padfoot, Uncle George, Teddy, Santa, Daddy, and a lady.

"Santa!" I exclaimed, getting out of bed and hugging him. He chuckled and picked me up, saying, "I'm not Santa dear." I tilted my head, confused. Looking at Daddy, I asked, "Daddy, why's he not Santa?"

After Not-Santa put me down, future me said, "None of these people are who you think they are. Padfoot's real name is Sirius. Uncle George is actually his twin, Uncle Fred. Teddy isn't here; it's his dad, Lupin. Professor Dumbledore is who you mistook for Santa. Daddy isn't here; our Grandfather James was named after looks just like Daddy. The lady is actually our Grandmother that we were named after."

"Oh," I said. Not finished, future me said, "Daddy won't be able to see them, it's different for each person. Only you and I can see them because we're the same person. Listen to them, alright?"

"Okay." I hugged her and she disappeared.

"Lily," my grandma started, "You need to get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow. We'll see you when you wake up."

I crawled into the bed, whispered goodnight, and fell asleep.

Author's Note: This is my first fan fiction writing. If it's short, I'm sorry, I have only an hour on the computer before my brother yells at me. A thank you to my best friend, C. James, for showing me this site. I'll try to update as often as possible, but it might be difficult because I'm gonna be buisier than Hermoine in her third year come the time schoo starts. If you REVIEW, or yell at me on my page Z. Bridgett & C. James on facebook, I might update faster. -Z