Lily Luna Potter was a curious girl. She would manipulate her brothers to get her way, and it was no wonder she knew every hiding place in 12 Grimmauld Place. This one in particular was James' place to get away from all civilization. Nobody really wanted to go into the attic except James, but Lily was in the mood to do something, anything, so she watched how James got in the attic.

She climbed up, the not very well built ladder into the room. It was very 'James' as it was filled with Quidditch posters and Gryffindor signs. Pictures of his friends were scattered across the floor, as well as some old clothes.

"Ew." Lily muttered kicking the clothes to the other side of the room. The room was partially filled with James' stuff but some were just Dad's junk that he really needed to throw out. Lily figured that's why James liked it some much up here, you never knew what you were going to find in those old boxes.

Lily started at the back of the room, blowing dust off the boxes labeled 'DO NOT TOUCH'. She skipped the ones that had been ripped open, knowing James already got whatever was in them.

One box in particular caught her eye. A small dusty chest lay in the corner surrounded by other boxes making it a lot less visible. Lily scrambled over, shoveling through boxes.

Lily sat in front of the chest and slowly opened the small hooks on eack side. Removing the lid, a thin gold chain lay with a small hourglass filled with sand. She picked it up carefully, admiring how the sand moved through the hourglass.

"Score!" Lily muttered under her breath as she closed the chest, still admiring the small chain. She stumbled her way around the boxes toward James' side of the room.

Unfortunately, Lily was distracted by the shimmering gold that she slipped on James' clothes that were scattered across the floor. Panic crossed Lily's face as she tried to catch the falling object as she fell. Just as it was in reach, the hourglass slipped, shattering the glass and releasing the sand and spreading it throughout the floor.

Horror struck, Lily picked up the necklace by the chain and tried to see how bad the damage was. The sand slowly fell onto photos on the ground.

"Shit. Godamnit." Lily cursed as she tried to clean up the sand by using her hands. Her hand hit a small piece of glass, allowing it to cut her skin.

"I'm done. I hate this cut. I hate James. I hate clothes. I hate blood." Lily stumbled as her heart beat stopped for a moment. She dropped to the floor as the sand spiraled into the air creating a small cocoon around her. The sand started spinning around her, raising her inches off the ground.

With what felt like a punch in the gut, she fell into something. The thing shoved her off only to pounce back on her again.

"Who are you and what are you doing here!" The boy with long black hair asked. Lily burst into tears, mumbling about sand and spinning and an hourglass. The boy stood up worried, not knowing how to handle someone who was crying.

"I-um-what are you crying about? Your fine-your not hurt, I think." The boy said looking at the red-head who was having a fit. Lily looked towards her hand where the cut once was, it had disappeared. "I'm Sirius, what's your name?"

This made Lily only start crying more. She knew who he was, she grew up listening to stories of the marauders. He was dead, he shouldn't be in the attic. Lily looked up with teary eyes.

"I'm Lily."

"Alright, Lily. What are you doing here?" Sirius said calmly, trying to make her not cry again.

"I d-dunno. I was playing with an hourglass when I slipped on some of my brothers clothes and dropped it. Then all of a sudden, I- I'm here." Lily explained trying to stop her crying.

"Alright- um we can work with this. So uh- um- why are you in my attic?" Sirius questioned.

"This isn't your attic, it's my dad's." Lily explained.

"Not unless your the daughter of Orion Black, I don't think so."

"Of course I'm not the daughter of Orion Black, I'm the daughter of Harry Potter."

"Um- who?"

"Harry Potter. Wait, you don't know who Harry Potter is?"

"Why would I know him?"

"Because your his godfather?"

"Look lady, I think you might've hit your head when you fell from that so called sand contraption."

"What does that mean?" Lily growled, making him step back a foot or so.

"I'm not saying that your crazy, I'm just saying that there might be something off-" Sirius was tackled by a furious red head, and shoved into a wall.

"I'm not crazy!" Lily released Sirius. "I just need your help."

"Alright. Tell me where you live, we can try to floo you to your house." Sirius said rubbing his neck.

"Yeah ok. I live in 12 Grimmuald Place." Sirius snorted.

"If you live in 12 Grimmuald Place, I'm Albus Dumbledore."

"I'm not joking." Lily said stubbornly.

"Whatever. You know what, you can just stay here till you remember where you live." Sirius muttered, picking up random damaged objects off the floor.

"Whatever." Lily grumbled. Lily started to stand up but suddenly stopped when she saw a photograph on the floor. The picture was of James, Albus, Dad, Mom, and herself. Tears pricked at her eyes as she picked up the photograph and shoved it into her jean pocket.

Sirius stubbornly walked out of the door, slamming it as he walked out. Lily flinched as the door slammed, but slowly stood up and looked around the room. It was definitely different than James' room. Black curtains lay over the only window and a dark green carpet was placed towards the middle of the room. Clutter filled most of the room, but small children's toys were in the corner of the room.

Lily ended up sitting on one of the many boxes, trying to remember anything about hourglasses and time traveling. Aunt Hermione was always telling up to not do this not do that, but one mainly was to not go back in time. Lily was going to be killed alive by Aunt Hermione, let alone her mom was going to kill her first. James would obviously want to know what happened, and Albus would want to know who I met and what they were like.

But Lily didn't know when she was going back. Would anyone even remember that she's not there? Or would she be forgotten just like any other person? Tears streamed down her face unwillingly. Soon enough, she was bawling, wondering if she'd ever see her family again.

"Who are you?" Lily looked over to see a boy, a few years younger than her looking back at her with curious eyes.

"I'm Lily."

"I'm Regulus, Regulus Black. You want to play with me?" Regulus gestured at the toys in the corner.

"Sure." Lily sat down next to Regulus and they silently played with horses.

"Regulus! Regulus!" Sirius called as he came up the ladder to the attic. "Oh, so you've met our visitor."

"Yeah, she's really nice. She played horses with me." Sirius sent Lily a smile.

"That's great. Would you mind leaving for a few minutes?" Sirius asked Regulus. Regulus nodded and went down the ladder.

"My family isn't going to be home till the 31st, so you can stay till then. You'll have to stay up here because it's the only place Kreatcher doesn't clean. So you'll stay hidden." Sirius rambled.

"Thank you. It means a lot."

"Are you going to Hogwarts this year?"

"Yeah- well, I was supposed to but I don't know now."

"Well then, you should write to Dumbledore. He'll help you and he might let you into Hogwarts." Lily thought about it. Writing to Dumbledore.

"Um- alright." Sirius jumped down the ladder trying to find where his quills were. There was a pretty girl in his attic that needed to write Dumbledore. That's something he never thought he'd think.

"Here you go. Tell me when your finished so I can owl it." Sirius said then walked out of the room.

Alright, Lily said to herself, It's just Dumbledore, it's not that hard.

Dear Mr. Dumbledore,

Wait no. Was it professor or Mr?

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

Hi, my name is Lily Luna Potter. I've written to inform you of a problem of mine. See, I believe that I have traveled back in time. Namely, 47 years. I'm a descendent of James Fleamont Potter. I somehow have traveled into the home of Sirius Orion Black, and student of which is to attend this year. I ask to speak to you to discuss this problem of mine, and also ask to be enrolled in this year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as I don't know how long I will be staying in 1971.

From,

Lily Luna Potter