My mother always told me I was sensitive to everything around me. My elder sister, Dora, often told me I was a cry baby and dramatic. What our mother meant was that I was a very special witch with seer abilities.

Our dad, Edward 'Teddy' Lupin said it wasn't surprising considering I was the only child out of their six that got his metamorphmagus abilities.

I was a walking cliche upon the magical world. The girl that got seer and metamorphmagus abilities. Papa Harry said only someone as strong and sensitive as me would have been able to handle both.

It was Uncle Al I went to, he had been the one to originally mess up the timeline when he'd dabbled with a time turner. I explained to him that I got this weird feeling around a new boy I'd meet in Diagon Alley.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked looking around the room at all the concerned parents. My mum and dad were there, along with Papa Harry, Nanna Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Uncle Al, Uncle James, Aunt Lily, Mamie Fluer, and Grandpa Bill.

"No, of course not, sweetheart," dad said, running his hand through his bright blue hair, a habit he'd gotten from Papa Harry, as had Uncle James and Al.

"Why am I here then?" It hadn't gone over my head that I was the only child here, all my siblings and my many cousins were absent.

"Your Uncle Al told us about the boy you met," Papa Harry said, running his hand through his greying hair. "Do you know his name?"

"No, but I was with Annie and she wanted me to take some pictures of her, he's in the background of a few of them." I paused remembering that he was actually following us that day. "He'd been following us."

"Are you sure of that?" James asked, a nervous look in his eyes as he thought of his daughter being followed.

"He was everywhere we were, here, look." I pulled out my wand and cast a summoning charm for the photos of Annie. "Here," I said, handing them to dad, watching as his eyes widened and he shared a look with mum.

"Harry, you're going to want to look at these," dad muttered, handing the photos over to Harry, his hair turning brown. That couldn't be good, his hair only went to its natural colour when he was worried or sad. The only time I had seen it was when Nanny Molly passed away last year, and there was the time when Dora told us she was in an abusive relationship and she'd been taken to St Mungos.

"This can't be possible," Harry mumbled, handing the photos to Hermione and Ron who shared the same disbelief as Harry. "When was this?"

"Umm, about two days ago? I'm not too sure, Annie's dragged me out to Diagon Alley too many times in the last week." I looked at dad, wondering why this was such a big deal. "Do you know him?"

"Romy, sweetheart, you remember the first and second wars? The ones led by Voldemort?" Mum said, resting her hand on my shoulder as I looked between her and dad. I nodded. Of course, I knew about the wars. They'd left their mark on not only the wizarding world but the muggle one too. "He was born as Tom Riddle and later became Voldemort, that's what he looked like as a student at Hogwarts."

"But he can't be here," I said, the confusion clear in my voice. I could see the looks they were all sharing, their thoughts the same as mine.

"He came back as a memory once," Nanna Gin said, shivering as she remembered her time during her second year at Hogwarts.

"No, he can't be back like that," I interrupted, rolling my eyes as mum reprimanded me for cutting off my elders. "You destroyed all his Horcruxes, he can't come back as a memory."

"She's right, Harry, he can't come back through his Horcruxes," Hermione said, biting her lip as she went over something in her mind. "It is possible that someone went back in time and brought him here."

"You don't think ..." Ron trailed off as he shared a look with his wife.

"One was stolen."

"What was stolen?" Harry asked, looking between his two friends.

"A time turner was stolen a few months ago, one of the new ones," Hermione explained and a look of shame washed over her face. "I was going to tell you, but when I found out who stole it, I thought it best not to mention anything."

"Who stole it, Hermione?" I did not want to be on the bad side of Papa Harry today. I could understand why people were scared of him after he defeated Voldemort.

"Sebastian Nott."

"Really?" I was surprised to hear that Seb had been the one to steal it. "Wasn't he in Azkaban?"

"He was released five months ago," dad said. He would know, after all, he was head Auror now that Papa Harry had resigned.

"I thought we were keeping an eye on him?" James asked. He was also an Auror which surprised everyone apparently when he took that career route.

"We lost track of him two months ago," dad admitted which caused Hermione to gasp.

"You don't think ..." she trailed off as if she didn't even want to think about what was going to happen.

"He went back in time and brought Tom here," Harry finished the hard edge to his tone causing me to step back.

My leg collided with the coffee table and I started to fall backwards but instead of landing on the hardwood or feeling it, I was focused on the image flying across my vision.

My family were disappearing, vanishing from my sight as time turned backwards and the timeline changed. As I followed the new timeline, my fingers tingled and I vanished from existence.

"Romy, hey, sweetheart."

I blinked up at dad, the concern the first thing I noted as he ran his hands over my face sighing in relief as my eyes focused again.

"What did you see, honey?" mum asked, pressing a kiss to my head as dad helped me to my feet.

"He can't be here," I muttered, looking at Papa Harry. He nodded as if understanding me. "He's changed the past, it's trying to catch up with us. We need to stop him from being taken from his original timeline, or we'll all be gone."

"Shouldn't we all be gone right now?" Asked Ron, alerting us to the fact that he wasn't as stupid as people thought. He had a point. Surely we shouldn't be here.

"Perhaps it's not set in time just yet," Hermione said, muttering to herself as she waved her wand and did some weird calculations on a piece of parchment. "If something's not meant to be, magic will try to protect it for as long as possible. He's not supposed to be in this timeline."

"So how do we stop it?" James asked, crossing his arms as he waited for a plan to be put into action.

"What's on your mind, Hermione?" Pops asked and everyone looked at the ageing man. The scars across his face made him look older with the way they withered his face.

"I think we need to send someone back to before he was born. Send them back to Merope and help her. Prevent anyone from taking him."

"Doesn't that mean someone will have to stay with him throughout most of his childhood and through Hogwarts?" Al asked, rubbing at his jaw.

"Not if we take him to Dumbledore and give him a warning."

"Isn't that meddling in the past? That can have an effect too right?" I asked, fiddling with the charm bracelet on my wrist.

"Not as much as it's going to be changed. When you've ensured Dumbledore knows the danger that comes with Tom, you can travel to the night James and Lily were killed and see if anything's changed."

It seemed I wasn't the only one that noticed she was talking to me.

"You're not thinking about sending my daughter into the bloody past, Hermione!" Dad exclaimed rising from his seat as he looked at the older woman.

"I agree with him, Hermione," Pops said, wrapping his arm around Mamie as she tried to stifle her cries.

"It's ludicrous!" Mum was just as angry as dad. "Why does it have to be her? Why can't we send someone else?"

"I believe she was destined for this," Hermione argued, glaring at mum and dad as they went to argue. "She's got the abilities. She can change her appearance at will and she's been seeing things like this for years."

"Those were nightmares!" Dad shouted, raising his hands in the air. It was humorous to see his hair changing red with his anger but knowing why he was angry lost the humour.

"Think about it, Teddy, it makes sense now. The dreams, they were of the future. She saw him coming back. It was his attack, new death eaters, new kills. She saw it all!"

I had never seen Hermione like this before. Sure, she could rival the Weasley's when she got angry, but I had never seen her shouting at dad like this.

"It makes sense, Teddy," mum said resting her hand on his shoulder as he went to say something. "Remember the time when she was five, you heard what she said."

"What? She made a prophecy?" That caught Papa Harry's attention. He knew the importance of prophecies, they all did.

"It was nothing, just a bad dream."

"It wasn't a bad dream, Teddy!" Mum snapped, rolling her eyes at him before turning to Papa. "She wasn't all there, it was like she was in a dream, u we know better now."

"What did I say?" It seemed everyone forgot I was there as they turned to face me. Mum gave me a soft smile, but I could see the fear in her eyes. What was it she had to fear?

"Danger lurks in the darkness. Time can be changed and it will be twisted. He will succeed when the world goes dark. With his power, there is nothing but darkness."

"It's a bit dramatic," I muttered, flinching back as Papa and Pops both glared at me.

"It's not funny, Romy," Papa said as he started to pace. Nanna Gin tried to console him, but he shook her off. "If we're going to do this, we do it with a complete plan and she doesn't go back without provisions."

"You can't be serious, Harry!"

"Think about it, Teddy." Why did I get the feeling whatever was suggested, dad wasn't going to like it. "None of us will exist if she doesn't do this. Everything we've fought for, everything your parents fought for, it will all be for nothing."

Oh. I knew he had dad then. By the way he sunk into mum and his hair went to his mousy brown, I knew he accepted it.