Some say it is our parents that define us. But what if our parents are not always there to raise us. Then do we take after those around us? My parents died before I was eleven. I understood what death was. I watched my aunt die when I was just five years old. She was beaten and finally poisoned. My dad had a prophecy about him, it basically fortold his death. He would be marked as the tenth month dies, he would have a power the dark lord knows not, and he can't die but by the hand of the dark lord and vice versa. For you see my Dad was the 'Chosen-One' the 'Boy-Who-Lived.' My father died because he was the soul mate of my dad. I was spoiled rotten, not with toys or pretty clothes, but with love, for both my Father and Dad knew they wouldn't be around forever. They taught me everything they knew. Father taught me how to be a pure-blood, how to show no emotion, and how to block my mind from others. Dad taught me how to have fun, do spells, and how to read and write. The rest of the family also taught me things that they knew. My great godfather taught me how to defend myself and potions. My god father taught me how to fly, how to play chess, and strategy. I can beat him at chess. My aunt before she died taught me about muggles, oh and how to be a girl.

Then the Great War happened between the dark and light. Voldemart was defeated, dad finally killed him. But my Grandfather killed my dad, his son-in-law. So my father killed his own father, and any other death eaters in sight. My godfather was also killed. The details were kept from me. But I knew both sides suffered. Only my father and Great godfather survived. The dark side won. The light side just had to many major losses. The world wasn't safe any more.

So my father and great godfather both worked on a spell to send me to a safer time. But a time where I knew at least one of them. It also involved a potion. It was hard on my father. When the spell and potion were complete he told my Great godfather to use him as the willing sacrifice since he couldn't bear to live without my dad. The spell involved drenching the person who was traveling time in blood. It was a dark spell but they were desperate. The spell worked, it worked too well. It was only supposed to send me 20 years into the past. But it sent me further.

My name is Amira Raja Potter-Malfoy, and this is my story.