A/N: Here is the first chapter for the story hope you guys enjoy it.

Hogwarts 1995

Lyra Riddle walked down the long twisting stairs leading to the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore's office. Her nerves had already been set high as she let out a huff, thinking back to the argument she'd had only moments ago with Harry Potter in the courtyard, only to be interrupted by a stern Professor McGonagall who'd informed her that her presence was required.

Lyra was used to the mistrust of others, she tried to ignore them prove them wrong with her actions something her foster mother had told her many times over.

But she couldn't lie and say that the heated conversations she'd gotten into with the boy whom she though she had was finally coming to an understanding with didn't hurt.

The girl temper was great and burned through her like a fire, but the last name is that was branded to her since birth, she hadn't the freedom to express herself in ways others had.

Fits of anger had been deemed a product of her lineage after Dumbledore had shown up at her foster home, informing her of the truth who she was and who he was.

She was taught soon after that she had to be careful with how she conducted herself as the curse of her father lingered over her like a dark shadow.

Lyra had been to the headmaster's office only a handful of times before today, both of which had considered of Albus Dumbledore showcasing his worry for the girl how she was setting in, he'd said. She knew that Dumbledore had only been worried about whether or not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had finally come for the girl and persuaded her with enticing sentiments to join him.

Lyra took a shaky inhale, wondering what the reason she was being summoned for was this time. Objectively. She was a good kid and a good student. The girl doesn't cause trouble, even as trouble seems to find her, she turns her assignments in on time and makes decent grades being outcasted she doesn't have many friends so she spends most of her free time in her dorm room or reading the day way in the Library.

As she reached the large oak door at the very top of the stairs, she quietly spoke the password Sherbert Lemon, giving the door a quick knock to announce her entrance before walking through the door.

The headmaster's office looked like a place that would be filled with cobwebs, but despite the messy array of large books, old furniture, and random potion bottles lying about, it was clean. Looking around Lyra found Dumbledore sitting at a large desk that looked like a few millennials old feeding a large bird a phoenix she come to know as Fawkes.

"Uhm," Lyra cleared her throat, taking a timid step towards the man who hadn't once acknowledged her presence. Rubbing her hands together she swallowed the nerves that welled up her throat, "Sir, you wanted to see me?"

Dumbledore looked up at the girl with a mysterious glint in his eyes, one he always seemed to wear that said he knew something you didn't. The man gestured faintly to the girl as he turned back to the majestic bird in front of him, "Ah, Miss. Riddle. Sit."

Lyra took a seat on the edge of one of two old wooden chairs that sat directly in front of his desk. The girl's mind raced as the man continued to seemingly ignore her, wondering why he'd called for her.

Had he been spotted? Somewhere close, perhaps even right in that every school Hogwarts.

"Did you know that the Phoenix is immortal?" He spoked his voice low and factual. "There come a time in every Phoenix's life when they burst into flames, then reborn from the ashes."

Lyra was silent for a long moment confused as she thought over his words, wondering what this had to do with anything. "That's sort of poetic really," Lyra noted as the man gave a small chuckle. "Although, arguably, he isn't immortal."

The girl looked up at the man who looked at her curiously. Her face flamed red in a heated blush as she rushed to explain herself, "I mean immortal, meaning never dies, Fawkes or rather all Phoenixes do die."

The man's hum saved Lyra from the embarrassment of her continued nervous ramble. "I suppose you are right."

Lyra pressed her lips in thin line as she rubbed her hands together awkwardly not knowing what to say. "I'm not sure I understand what this has to do with anything though, sir."

"Ah, I suppose not," Dumbledore nodded his head once more as he finally turned his full attention to the bundle of nerves that sat in front of him. "There was a student, a first year, just the other day in the infirmary. After a rather short flying lesson with Madam Hooch, he fell off his broom and broke his arm."

Lyra was not sure what this had to do with her, but if the girl had learned anything about the man, it was if you are patient enough he always revealed his point. No matter how sick the nerves that bubbled in her stomach made her in the first place.

"The boy had wanted his sister," He continued. "He'd cried for nearly the entire time, even as his bones were being healed by the potion Madam Pomfrey had given him. The problem was, his entire family is muggle."

The girl's brows furrowed as the man spoke more her head swam in confusion. "So he wasn't able to see his sister?"

"Fortunately, we were able to floo her in, despite her being muggle." He nodded, "The moment he saw his sister all his tears dried and instead was replaced with a smile."

"Oh," was all the girl could manage as a frown pulled at her lips, feeling incredibly lost.

"I find myself wondering often, thinking of the past. If the mere presence of a loved family can turn tears into smiles, I wonder what could have happened if Voldemort who I know as Tom Riddle at that time, had someone there who cared about him. Who could show a different path than the one we know."

Lyra's opened her mouth just to close it, speechless. The faint throb started to proud at her head as she tried her best to follow. "But - sir, that isn't possible. What happened in the past, is concreted, set in stone."

Dumbledore hummed knowingly. "What if I were to tell you it wasn't?"

"But-"

"What if there was a future in which children didn't have to live fight in a war? Lyra, you have the power to change the outcome of the future for the entire wizarding world and the muggle world." The man spoke firmly, a dream in this head he tried to convey.

But Lyra wasn't a dreamer, hadn't been for a long time. "Even if I could do something sure as stop an inevitable war, it's just not possible?" She had meant for it to be a statement, a firm one but as the sentence left her mouth, the confidence escaped with it.

The man pulled out a drawer slowly, reaching into his desk and setting a small shiny gold object before her. Lyra leaned forward inspecting the object closely finding that it was a small pocket watch. Frowning she wasn't sure where this was going, finding that nothing during this entire conversation every one-sided conversation seemed to make any sense at all.

"...a watch," Lyra noted.

"This is a Time Turner," Dumbledore corrected."It's allows the user to move to and from past, current, and future at a moment's notice. Make no mistake Miss. Riddle, what what I'm asking you is incredibly dangerous and our only hope."

Lyra's eyes widened as her heart dropped. "You want me to. But I can't-that-" shaking her head the girl took a breath and started again. " What you asking from me is a suicide mission! What makes you think that a man who doesn't want me now will want me fifty years ago?"

"I know the chances are slim, more than anyone, but you have a chance at saving hundreds- thousands of lives. Your father's advances are imminent and the consequences for the world are severe. You don't have to answer now, think about it," Dumbledore slid the watch-the time turner- across the desk encouraging her to take it, "If you aren't in the great hall tomorrow morning for breakfast I will take that as your response."

Lyra had hurried back to her common room with the Time Turner clutched in her hand after Dumbledore gave her a vague explanation on how to use it. The girl wasn't sure what to do, the most practical thing would be to think of herself, her own self-preservation in which she didn't get spelled to death fifty years into the past before she even existed.

Wasn't there consequences to going back in time?

What if she screwed up- what if somehow she messed with the past so much that she never would have existed in the future.

Just thinking about it gave her a migraine.

She sat there for a while, by the fire, really considering her opinions.

Lyra didn't have many friends, none that would have stuck up for her anyways.

They'd all glared at her with sure scrutiny- certain she was rotten, always turning their noses up at her as if the very thought of the girl left a bad taste in their mouth.

Lyra had been in foster care for as long as she could remember. Never having met her parents she had always been somewhat of an outcast even before the truth of her birth parents had been revealed.

The girl was an outcast in her own home, and although her foster family had treated her well, there was the knowledge that she didn't quite belong lingered over her head.

Thinking back, one think her foster mother, Cassidy, has always taught her was your actions spoke louder than words. What if this was the one moment she had to prove herself?

But if she had changed the past, would anyone remember- would it even matter? She could have a family, a mother who loved her unconditionally- a father who protected her, not haunted her.

It was that sliver of hope, no matter how small the chances of changing the evilest man in all of wizard history were that had her mind set in stone.

Pulling her coat on, Lyra marched herself out of the common room with determination.

The girl had ended up in the transfiguration courtyard, it was cold out- closer to Christmas now, but the girl ignored the bite of the cold wind against her skin as she dug out the old silver watch- the time turner- from her pocket.

Taking a deep breath, the girls nerves steeled.

Lyra remembered back to Dumbledore's last words as she stared intently at the cold object clutched between her thin fingers.

If you aren't in the great hall tomorrow morning for breakfast, I'll take that as your last response.

Last response..

He hadn't expected her return. Not now, not ever.

Dumbledore had made it clear, he knew the dangers he was sending a young girl into. But perhaps the man had told himself that one death to possible save thousands was the lesser evil.

Lyra wasn't sure if that was true, she wasn't sure she wanted to sacrifice herself for people whom never showed her kindness, for the very people who would be the first to throw her to the wolves- or it this case, the death eaters.

Still, as she thought of all things she was unsure she wanted to do, she found herself turning the little knob on top of the old watch, sending herself catapulting though time.

"Cora, you're being unreasonable." The boy signed for what had felt like the hundredth time, and argument well into being blown out of proportion for something he doesn't entirely see as a problem. "It's late, let's just go back inside-"

"Tom- it was a simple request! I don't get why you can't understand that." The girl- Cora, pleaded with the boy, trying desperately for him to understand her feelings. "You've been forgetting about our plans for a while now."

"I told you, I was studying- in the Library!" Tom bit out in frustration, still not understanding how this had become an argument again. "You know my studies are important."

"Yes, yes. I know just how important they are." Cora rolled her eyes. " I just thought for once I would be important too-"

"Cora-"

"Stop interrupting me! I'm not done-" Cora growled out in annoyance, thinking he'd once again find a way to brush of her feelings as being melodramatic- hysteric.his. No,no, look!" He pointed into the sky behind her, "What is the?"

Cora turned on her heel with a huff, half expecting the man to point out nothing but dust in the sky in order to distract her from their agreement. The girls eyes bulged out as she looked up, "Is that?- that's a person!"

"Hurry! They'll hit the ground," The boy yelled in exasperation as they watched her hurting towards the ground.

Cora lifted her wand in an instant, shouting out- "Arresto Momentum!"

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Chapter 2 should be coming out soon.