A Twist In Time

An Appearance of a Riddle

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."