But that night, something happened that hadn't happened in seven years. I had a nightmare about the evil demon who I had now come to know as Voldemort. The next morning I woke up shaking, when I went back to Hogwarts, on the first Hogsmeade Weekend I sent an owl to my mom and grandmother.

I decided to go about as usual and everything was usual, but I did start dating a cute guy named James Potter, that was all that happened in my sixth and seventh year. 

Me and James got married and had a child who we named Harry. But six years later, the person who I had been in my dreams came. I couldn’t believe it. He came in and killed James, then he came and killed me. The last thing I knew the time turner started spinning and I was going through time then, for a second I saw myself coming at me. I used a spell to teleport the me coming at me to platform 9 ¾ and then continued going through time. I then was suddenly not moving at all and in my bed. “MOM” I called.

My mom(or my grandmother) came bounding up the stairs and squealed when she saw me. 

“Hang on,” she said, “I’m gonna go tell Hermione.” 

A few minutes later my mom and my grandmother came up the stairs. It was then when I finally saw my mom in person. I realized she was the friend I had made the first time. “Mom?” I said. 

“Yes,” My mom said. 

“Who am I named after?” 

My mom looked startled. “Well you’re named after a friend I had at Hogwarts who was named Lyra,” she explained. “Unfortunately, she died in first year when a troll hit her with a club.” 

“Um mom,” I said, “I don't know how to tell you this but you named your daughter after your daughter.” 

She was really shocked then. So, I showed her a book I wrote. The book was called Lyra Malfoy and the Power of Time, and you just read it.