This is a new story, but I kinda got the idea off of the author, though I can't remember which one. So, if this sounds like something you've done, sorry for possibly taking the idea from you, I guess?

I do not own the Universe Of Harry Potter.

Hope you enjoy! Tell me what you think!

Prologue, I guess, that is titled, 'Rash Decisions Of time'.

More of a generalish Pov.

Harry sighed in frustration, running a hand over his face. "Why?!" he yelled once more, again receiving no response. "Tell me why you would do this!" he barked. He looked into brilliant green orbs so like his own, yet not. His were filled to the brim with betrayal, and the fiery haired woman in front of him, her eyes were sparkling with unshed years. An older look-a-like version of him was looking at him in anger. Most likely for yelling at his beloved. But he didn't care right now.

"Because," the woman broke off with a slight sob. "Honey, we-we didn't want to have to deal with all of that. We heard the pro-prophecy, and we knew it was just going to be us. We knew. We didn't want to get hurt, but we would have if we ke-kept you..." her voice died off as waves of magic rolled off him.

"I was your son!" he yelled back. "Your son. Does that mean nothing?" his voice, which had slowly started to go down, broke in the middle of the sentence. He waved his wand at her, not backing down, even as she held what was supposed to be his brother, who looked to be but a few months old. His supposed to be sister, who looked of about ten, was holding onto her dad tightly, looking at Harry with wide eyes. Eyes of a scared child. He couldn't fault the children, but he damn well could fault the grownups.

The grownups-his mom and dad. Or, the people who were supposed to be his parents. And they might've been-if they were dead. But, since they are alive, and were hiding from him, he couldn't help but hate them. And hate them he did. With a deep, dark, passion.

"Harold James Potter," James Potter snapped at him. He flinched at the use of his middle name. "Just calm down, and do not take that tone of voice with your mother!"

Harry's eyes grew hard, the green in them glowing like the curse that kills. "What mother?" he snarled in a tone with an edge of viciousness. "My mother died twenty-six years ago!" he pointed at Lily Potter, "She-she is no mother of mine! She lost that chance when she faked a death and 'forgot' about me for twenty some odd years. She lost it when the only way I was going to find out that she was alive was by doing snooping! And the same goes for you, James Potter." with that, he turned on his heel and fled, letting the other aurors take care of them.

"I can't believe them," he muttered under his breath. "It's almost impossible, I swear. I need to find Luna." If he found Luna, she would know what to do. But he already had a pretty good idea of what he was going to do.

When he got to the house he shared with Luna, he quietly closed the door, so as not to startle anything. "Luna, you here?" he called questioningly.

"In the kitchen!" she said, her dreamy voice floating through the air. I walked in to see her making some kind of cake, mixing the batter.

"Oh, do I have a lot to tell you," I said tiredly. She looked at me seriously, and nodded in acknowledgement. I took that as I sign to go ahead, so I did. I told her everything. From Blaise Zabini, who'd helped me out in the first place, to me finding out my parents were alive. I tried not to keep anything out, knowing that she should know just as much as I do.

"Oh, Harry!" Luna said, losing the dreaminess in her voice. "The fates told me something bad would happen, but not even I could have imagined it would be anything such as this! I-I don't even know what to say..."

"Luna," I said, effectively cutting off what she was going to say next. "I think...I think I'm going to do it. You know, what we talked about." she bowed her head in acknowledgement.

"You must do what you must do. I will miss you of course, but I won't stop you from leaving." Luna looked into my eyes. "Harry, just make sure that what you are deciding on right now is not just a rash decision because of what you learned."

"Luna! We've been discussing this for years, it is not a rash decision. And even if some of it was from rash decision, well, I will have done what needed to be done, anyway. And we have plans to the bone of what to do when a situation arises. We even have some ideas of what to do with unexpected changes. Please just...Help me with this. Don't make me think I'm making the wrong decision." she looked away, then back at me, obviously mulling something over.

"I love you Lu. Hopefully I'll get you in the next timeline, as well. I can only hope, though, can't I? It might feel weird though, as I will have the mentality of an older person." I sighed, slowly letting the breath out, as I closed my eyes. I held back a wave of tears as I realized, for the first time, what it would truly be like to leave.

No Luna (possibly no love), going back to the Dursley's, having to see that cursed man again, and...of all the horrors, acting like he truly knew next to nothing!

Though...this time, he would be able to properly excel in all his classes, which he hadn't been able to do before what with everything going on, and his fear of the Dursley's if he had beat their innocent little Dudder's in anything academic. The thought made Harry snort out loud, earning a confused look from Luna. Duddley was anything but little.

"Just thinking about my life thus far," Harry said in answer to Lu's unasked question. Her nod told him she understood. "Since this is our last night together...can we do something special?"

Luna looked at him with a tiny smirk looking weird on her normally dreamy face. "I've had something planned since we started thinking about this," she said quietly, before practically dragging him out of the room, and the house all together.

So, please tell me what you think. Remember, reviews are much appreciated, and make me want to continue on for all of you sooner.Sorry it's so short, it is more of a prologue, you know? And sorry if the English is bad...I grew up learning many languages, and it is hard for me to keep them straight in the writing process.

Just over a thousand words, if you're wondering.