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

From that night on, Professor Dumbledore, Grandma Lily, Grandpa James, Lupin, Sirius, and Uncle Fred would follow me throughout the house. Whenever Uncle George came over, Uncle Fred would have me gather random items from the kitchen and we would create messes that activated when someone touched a specific object. (My favorite was when my brother Albus opened his door and was sprayed with ink and covered in Pigwidgeon's feathers.)

Grandpa James would sit on a couch with me and help me read Quidditch Through the Ages by Kennilworthy Whisp. In between the paragraphs, he'd tell me stories of when he was a Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team at Hogwarts and how they kept winning both the Quidditch and House Cups.

Professor Dumbledore taught me how to read the ancient runes in The Tales of Beedle the Bard. For some reason, whenever we read my favorite story, The Fountain of Fair Fortune, and finished it, we would skip over the next story to Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump. It was weird, but Future Lily told me to listen to them.

Whenever I was free from reading and Mummy and Daddy had nothing for me to do, Sirius and Grandpa James would pull me aside and tell me to picture a creature in my mind. They told me to imagine myself as the creature in real life. What I thought of was a beautiful red bird that had a golden beak, tail, and talons. It sang a lovely song that made me feel powerful. Opening my eyes, I saw only my arm was covered in red feathers. Tears began to drip from my eyes and Grandma Lily wrapped me in a hug.

"It's okay, don't cry," she whispered, rubbing my back. "Eventually you'll get it." She pointed to a book on the shelf in my room and I took it down for her. It was called Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander. We sat on my bed and she read the book to me. She was describing what a phoenix looked like when I exclaimed, "That's the bird I thought!"

At that moment, Kreacher knocked on my door and announced, "Master says dinner's ready, miss."

"Thank you," I replied, opening the door and clamoring down the stairs to the kitchen. Stepping into the dining hall, I felt a dizzy sensation, the hourglass at the end of the chain around my neck beginning to glow. In that instant, I saw a flash of light, the room darkened after.

"—any minute. Oh, she's her," I recognized the voice as Future Lily. Once the spots in my eyes cleared, I glanced around the room. Professor Dumbledore, Grandma Lily, Grandpa James, Sirius, Lupin, two people who looked kinda like Uncle Neville, a scarred guy, and a bunch of other people were staring at me.

I ran over to Grandpa first. He seemed startled, picked me up, and I asked, "Why are they staring at me?"

Before he could answer, I saw a big, black, puppy! Scrambling off his lap, I hastened over and patted it repeatedly on its head. It sat on the floor and licked my face. Over my giggles, Future Lily told me his name was Padfoot. Future Lily was talking to the people at the table when one of them wondered aloud, "What happens to my son?"

"Uncle Neville? I guess since I already said that, it shouldn't hurt much…" Future Lily answered. "He becomes and amazing Professor of Herbology, or so my brothers say. We see him every Christmas."

"Why should we believe anything you say?" the scarred guy asked. "There are two of you here from two different times."

"Mad-Eye, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have the brains to use a spell. Ask the sorting hat. He'll remember Godric telling me to take him off his head."

"No Time-Turner can go back that far!"

"Says you. Future Me thinks it's bewitched."

"There's another of you?"

"As far as I know, there are three years where I actively time travel. 4, 10, and –"

I didn't hear anymore because the light flashed again, taking me back to my present.