Lily Luna Goes Back In Time

George

The next morning, Lily Luna Potter woke up to wails, screaming, and sobs. Her eyes flew open instantly, and took in whose voice was in distress. Jumping up, and scrambling out of her bed sheets, she ran over to Rose Weasley's bed, where the ginger haired girl was curled up in a ball, holding a tear stained, crumpled letter in her clenched fists.

"What's wrong, Rose?" Lil asked gentle, gingerly sitting next to her. Looking up, Rose was a mess. Her eyes were red and puffy, face red, and tear stained.

"George," She whispered to her cousin, then bursting to tears yet again. Fearing the worst, Lily hugged Rose and looked up to see an owl impatiently holding out a letter to her.  Nervously taking the letter, Lily opened it. It was from her father.

Lily,

Today, we have suffered a terrible loss. This morning, your cousin, Fred, found your Uncle George in the bathroom.

I am so sorry, sweetie, but you'll find out soon enough.

Your Uncle is no longer with us, as he committed suicide. Angelia had been wary for a long time now, but happened to be away on business with the Holyhead Harpies when he- when it happened.

~Dad

Lily just stared blankly at the letter. This is why they had to change the past, to improve right now! Running out of the dorms, and up the stairs to Roxanne's dorm. Bursting in, the girl was crying, pulling her sheets over her head. Wailing, she sat up at the sight of Lily. 

"I need your help!" Lily exclaimed, tears in her eyes. 

"What?" Roxanne sniffed, she never was one for huge displays of emotions. Lily approached her and pulled out a few stands of her bright red hair, and carefully capped the vial she placed it in. 

"You'll be okay," Lily grinned, and Roxanne just stared at her. Was she insane? Her uncle had just committed suicide and she was grinning, fully fledged grinning.

Lily then practically leaped out of the room, and ran to Albus' dorm. She burst in to find a head of messy hair tucked under Gryffindor donors. She grabbed them and threw them off of her older brother.

"Albus!" Lily shouted, and sprayed a jet of water onto the sleping Potter. 

"Whaaatsthematter?" He sat up quickly, his eyes opened soon after. "Lily-!"

The girl in question cut him off and said quickly, "Uncle George committed suicide suicide and was found by Fred so I figured that we should save his twin so that he doesn't, and travel to the past!" He was bouncing up and down, they would create a parallel universe in which Fred I would live peacefully in his twin's life.  

Albus was sitting on top of his damp sheets, mouth agape and staring ahead blankly. After a few seconds, he jumped to his feet and flung open his trunk, which he pulled out a beaded. . .clutch. Lily stared at it and said awkwardly, "Albus. . .do you cross dress?"

Albus jumoed up and went red, "No! I owled Aunt Hermione a few months and asked if she could send me 'something to store lots of items in' she used it when they were on the run! I figured it would be handy while time travelling." 

Lily narrowed her eyes, "How did you know we would need it a few months ago, I only told you of my idea last week!"

Albus looked at the ground," I have. . .strange. . .dreams, and they usually happen in real life. . ." 

"Oh, you mean like premonitions?"

"Yes, that's the word! I knew this would happen, but I couldn't change George's death, but instead assist in the future future, the part when we go back and save Fred."

"Okay, that sounds good." Lily's eyes strayed over to her older brother's bookshelf. She quietly walked over to it, glancing at the covers.

"The Possibility of Changing the Future, Timeturner's in Detail, and Parallel Universes? You really were serious about us going back, weren't you?"

"Yes," Albus replied absentmindedly, reading a small journal whilst sitting on the floor, "My future book-"

"You named it 'My future book'?" LIl held back laughter, 

"I was young!" Albus protested, "Anyway, it says that we pack clothes, James' Marauder's map-"

"-What's that?" Lily asked. Albus just chucked a worn piece of parchment at her, which she caught. "What's this rubbish?"

"Just say 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good' and tap it," Albus sighed, and watched as his sister attempted to tap the page with her finger. That was never going to happen because-

And it opened.

Thin lines of green and black ink lines began to spread like a spider’s web from the point that Lily's finger had touched. They joined each other, they crisscrossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed:

Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers

are proud to present

The Marauder's Map

It was a map showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. But the truly remarkable thing were the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labeled with a name in minuscule writing. Lily could see Headmistress McGonagall sitting in her head office, and. . .and Aunt Angelina flooing into her office.

"While I'm amazed by this Albus, Aunt Angelia is heading this way! We have to go!" Lily ran out of the room, to her dorm, and put a featherlight charm on her trunk. Albus got to work straight away, being two years wiser in magic, and removed all her essentials and shoved them into the bottomless bag. 

Shrieking and grabbing the timeturner that was falling from her trunk, she clutched it and grabbed onto Albus' robe, shouting and spinning the wheel with one finger. 

"May 2nd 1998!"