My name is Y/n Potter. I was seventeen a little while ago. My twin brother had defeated the Dark Lord, my lover died, and the Death Eaters retaliated. I was in the crossfire and I was deaged and sent to Voldemort's time. He'd be roughly eleven, perhaps ten. I was...ten and my eye was normal. That's the only way I could guess my age. Also, the bruise on my cheek was given the day before my eleventh birthday. I guess I should let you read now? You'll know me if you do. This has a prequel called "Painfully Deathly"