As I sit here in Grimmuald Place, in the year 1995- when it is supposed to be the year 2022, I have to do this secretly, because nobody knows that I want to be an author.

Let us start with what happened before I ended up twenty-seven years in the past with my two siblings and some of my cousins.

This is how it happened, and I will tell you, it wasn't very pretty.

It was a hot and humid day in July. July fourth to be exact. My girlfriend, Samantha (or Sam), was in the United States of America with her mum and dad, visiting her eldest brother, who played for the American Quidditch League. Thus, I would not be able to see her for about two more weeks.

"Al!" James, yelled at me. He probably came up with a new insult to yell at me.

"What?" I asked him, annoyed. I was trying to read my book.

"Guess what I found in dad's office?" James exclaimed as Lily suddenly appeared.

"What? A chair?" I sarcastically sassed.

James rolled his eyes. "No, a time turner you prick."

"Those are really dangerous," I pointed out, wondering if Lily would take my side or not.

"James... Albus is right," Lily stated.

"What's Albus right about?" Rose asked as she came through the fireplace with her younger brother, Hugo.

"I'm right about this time turner. It's dangerous!" I exclaimed.

"I've never seen you this loud, Albus. But it couldn't hurt to try it could it?" Hugo replied.

I grumbles. Why the hell did nobody support me?

James began to turn it.

"NO!" I yelled, grabbing ahold of the chain it was on.

I tried to save us, but I failed. The time turner broke apart from the chain and as soon as a bright light captured the five of us, the hour glass fell to the floor of the Potter house. The last thing I heard before going back twenty-seven years was a large CRACK.