Everyone has a 'Harry goes back in time and kicks ass' story. So. Here is mine. And I was thinking of Lovely Bones and how Susie had been raped and murdered by her neighbour, and my beloved favourite character had the potential to be in those shoes. And then, I began to think about Lego, and world full of magic that went further than Diagon Alley. So, I created this.

I do not own, because I lack blond hair and in reality, I'm sixteen serving coffee. I wish I was that rich. Then I could quit. And never have to make another pot of coffee ever again. I also do not own Never Too Late. Excellent song though.

Themes are in this chapter, hope, rape, and unity.

And yes. Rape. Warned. Hints of abuse. Maybe. Look hard for them. Also, for the point of this story, is that Luna is the same age as Harry,

Italics are flashbacks to the previous life. 'Italics' are song lyrics.

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'This world will never be
what I expected
and if I don't belong
who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone
everything that I own
to make you feel like it's not too late
It's never too late.'

The girl ran through the long grass, hair blowing wildly behind her. There was a man chasing after her, and her breathing was choked and rushed. Blinded by tears, her pale skin revealed a tormented past. Her feet were bare and covered in small cuts, torn from sprinting across sharp gravel. She could hear the ragged breathing of the man following so closely, and the adrenaline poured into her system. There was an odd, unexplainable feeling that filled her soul. Like something was to happen. To change.

But now, with fear ruling her decisions, she made no heed. Her mind replayed images that tore into her heart. Already she felt the soft covering of warmth over taking the world in a fierce setting, low and proud as it sunk lower and lower.

It had happened so quickly she hadn't realized it. One moment she was wandering the grassy hills, collecting flowers to bring back to the empty home, when he had met her. It had been ruthless and quick, leaving her violated. She barely managed to aim a quick kick and scramble out of the rickety old shed, and take off. Practically flying from the desperation she found herself in, struggling to get further and further away.

The memories of how the walls had creaked and the floor had groaned, and how the empty space had been filled with muffled pleading and moans. How he had laid on top of her, and how she felt his heart thundering in her ear, and how his hand had covered her mouth, keeping her screams forever silent.

Darkness was settling over the land, the golden sun was settling down into a sea of red. The glow seemed to wash over everything that was life, and divided the rest. A small glow began to sharpen though, directly in front of her, as a boy took place in front of her. From the messy dark hair, to the rather strange green eyes, she felt something.

With a swift and sudden movement, she was shoved behind the stranger, and the boy whipped out of knife and held it tightly. Clasping her hands over her mouth tightly, she tried to hush the chocked sobs struggling to free themselves. Her heart was pounding, and the flushed red headed man gave a fierce glare to both.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" He gasped, straightening up.

With a strange smile, the green eyes gleamed. "Strazio." Adjusting his grip on the knife, he moved slightly forward. "Any reason for raping her?"

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"Strazio and Vendetta. Fitting enough, I suppose." Her lips quirked into a brief grin.

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A red tone seemed to overwhelm the complexion of the man, as he took on a flustered look. "I am a pureblood. The Law allows any man of an old pureblood family to pursue any female of lesser heritage."

"So you wished to rape a ten year old girl? All because of one law that suggested the ability to do so?"

This boy was no more than the age of twelve. He had appeared from the shadows like a predator stalking its prey, and wielded a knife as if a goblin warrior. He was faster than her eyes could keep track of, and with deadly accuracy, he had his knife hilt deep in the man's chest.

The man that had pursued her through the wild hills lay amongst the shadows with a trail of blood leaving his mouth that fell open.

Turning around, the boy was looking down on her. "Are you alright, Luna?"

"How do you know my name? Why do I feel like I know you? Where did you come from? Who are you?" The words came flowing out of her mouth before she could stop them. He was kneeling down to look at her, from where she had fallen.

Holding back a chuckle, he replied. "You should know me. A couple years in the future we were good friends. Very good friends. It's a long story, but I interfering with your life will bring back memories."

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He looked down on her, bruises covering his neck and face. Dark circles haunted his face. "It's now or never."

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Blinking rapidly, she flinched. "Memories?"

"Yes. Brief moments. Words. Sounds. Visions." He paused, and studied her intently. "It's already begun, hasn't it?"

Swallowing, she continued. "Vendetta?"

"Vendetta and Strazio. We came up with those names in our fifth year." He smiles briefly.

"Names? Strazio isn't your real name?"

"No. Harry. I was once Harry Potter."

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"Now? Are you sure? What if it doesn't turn out right? You could end up half ways across the world. You could be torn apart by the time stream. The balance of reality could literally tear you apart." She pleaded.

"But I won't. Trust me, Ven. I will find you when the sun sets."

"Do you promise?" She whispered. The smears of blood on his sickly pale skin, matching her own. A locket with a rose carved on the front fell from beneath her shirt. Quickly she removed it, and handed it to the man. Thundering filled the sky, and screams echoed through the halls. The tower was shadowed and dark, with a small candle flickering with fright, casting strange shadows across the room.

Shaking his head, he gave her a small grin. "I'm Harry Potter. Of course I'll find you."

"When you find me, I want you to give this to me." She slowly passed him the potion bottle. "Are you sure I cannot go with you, Strazio?"

Clutching the necklace in his hand desperately, he nodded. "We're destroying years of reality and slicing through lives like a knife through a tapestry. One person may manage to make it through the time channel. Two people will blast every trace of reality to pieces. You know this."

Breathing in deeply, she filled her lungs with the scent of blood and smoke, power and destruction. The delicate potion that had been so hard to create, to design was resting in front of them. The moment he drank it, the souls would be torn apart and lost to the winds. She would cease to exist, but so would the tormenters. "Find me. Swear on it."

Nodding, he swore. "On my magic I swear to you, I will find you."

"Our magic is one now. It will link us together. Our magic will be unified, and united. A bond that will tie our fates together."

"I love you, you know." He whispered into her hair.

Luna blinked back tears. "I love you too."

"It's never too late you know; now we're just making it right." Harry brushed his lips against her forehead.

"I never thought the world would be like this. A hero who grew up abused and unwanted. And if I never belonged, no one ever would have guessed it." She breathed.

He swallowed. "Now it's our turn. Never too late for another chance, is it?"

She gave a watery smile. "I suppose so. See you when the sun sets."

He winced as he swallowed the bottle's entire contents. He felt a slow and steady burn overwhelm him, with a red glow over taking his vision. Reaching out, he grasped her hand as tightly as he could. She returned the grip with fierce passion. "See you soon," He whispered.

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"Oh god. Strazio, Strazio. Oh god. You took the potion and you found me." Her arms were around him, and grasping hold of him tightly.

"You did it. You made the potion that worked. Our magic was bonded from that oath you suggested." He whispered into her hair. "Vendetta. The worlds of time will never separate us from one another. Gods, time has no boundaries."

She smiled. "The sun sets when we met once again."

"Now or never," Harry grinned.

"How did you know? You had no way of knowing when we would meet,"

"I cannot explain it. I just knew it." He swallowed. "Are you alright?"

"You're here now. I will be fine. Not now, not tomorrow. But soon." Pulling back, she frowned. "Now what?"

"Like we had agreed before. We live our lives the way we desire."

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'Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late.'

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Kings Cross was loud and unbearable busy. People shoved them to and from, and with their hands clasped, they managed to the secret entrance way. A rather shrill voice remarked, echoing through the building, how it had always seemed to be packed with muggles.

Molly Weasley. Luna stifled the growl making its way through her throat, "Wouldn't you imagine the woman whom had gone to Hogwarts several years by herself, as well as having five children already been enrolled, that asking where the entrance was, would be a little foolish?"

Harry stifled a laugh. "A trap. Set up. Whatever you wish to call it, Ven. Never too late to back out now."

Shaking her head, she looked up at the taller one, and gave him a glare. "Hogwarts was home for most of those years. That was where my mother had gone, and where your parents had been. And we both know a certain item is hiding inside a certain room. The Goblins made an agreement, but due to certain laws, they are unable to quite fill out those plans."

Quickly ducking through the wall, the looked around. All around were teens milling about, waving frantically and grasping hold of old friends. Younger children clasped parents one last time, before sprinting aboard.

"What are we going to do if this actually works?" Luna mumbled, scratching away furiously with the pen Harry had given her from the Muggle World. Upon hearing how much she enjoyed writing with them, and preferred them to quills and ink, he had gotten her several packages, and couple thick note books, rather than parchment.

Harry reached over and played with a lock of her long hair. "We both get what we want." Reaching for her right hand, the one she wasn't writing with, he flipped it over. Thin, small little scars covered her pale wrists. "We won't need to hurt anymore."

"And then?" She looked up.

"We make things right. The way they should have been." He smiled. She gave a faint smile back.

"I have one condition." She demanded. Her writing stopped, and her full attention was on him, and vice versa.

And eye brow lifted. "Which would be?"

"I call getting even with Ginny. I owe her for that love potion."

"I suppose I can agree with that," He lips quirked up. Looking around at the empty tower, he grinned. With Wandless magic, he locked and silenced the door. Before she knew it, her notes and books were abandoned because she was on the ground with him leaning over her, looking into her eyes with promises shining through. Soft groans filled the air, wavering in forbidding silence that had suffocated them for so long.

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"Remember the Tower? When we agreed about Ginny?" She asked. "Because I do."

He grinned. "My first flashback." Looking over his shoulder, he ushered her onto the train quickly. "Truth is I had no idea what had just happened. I was alone and naked, trying to figure out what had happened. The only thing I knew about you was the you were left handed, and the most beautiful thing I had ever seen."

She laughed. "You, Harry Potter, are the most wonderful man I have ever met."

"I should be. We've been betrothed for how long now?" Was his easy reply as he opened an empty compartment.

"In this world or the one before?"

"This world."

"Exactly one year and ten days."

With a wide eye grin, he teased her easily. "Technically, it's been eleven."

Now it was her turn to mute the compartment and add a few charms to keep it secure.

With a devilish wink, she pulled his face down for a long kiss.

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'No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It's not too late
It's never too late.'

"We're almost here," He whispered, gazing out the window. The castle was practically beaming with light, and brought back thousands of memories.

"It's so surreal." She gazed, letting a finger trail against the window pane. Droplets of rain had gathered already, fallen from the murky sky. They reflected the shining light like magnets, releasing the glow into the night.

"I remember when I drank that potion. The place was on fire, and everything was being smashed to dust. Nothing would have survived the Ministry's attack." Harry gazed, a fierce look in his eyes. "Not this time though."

"No. Not with us around." She smiled faintly. "I believe we have a few cupboards we must be reuniting ourselves with?"

"You, Ms. Vendetta, are a rather bad influence," He teased her.

Wide eyed with innocence, she looked up. "I was the one corrupted first, had I not?"

"No. I believe I was. After you dragged me under the mistletoe."

"And then you dragged me to the nearest broom closet." She shot back.

"Absolutely impossible." The soft smile on his face removed any venom from the words.

"Infuriating, aren't I?" She winked.

"Oh yes, you are."

Quickly snapping his fingers, their clothing swiftly transfigured into their school robes, with the Potter House Crest pinned with pride to each of their robes, hiding the Hogwarts insignia.

"You know, you still have never told me what that potion tasted like. All these months and yet you never did." She sat back down, her eyes never leaving the castle.

Harry joined her. His appearance was of a thirteen year old now, and he wasn't sure why. He should have exited the time stream as an eleven year old, just as Luna had. "It tasted far better than any of Pomfry's potions."

"Jerk." She muttered.

"Fine. It tasted like the best thing I had ever tasted," Harry gave a faint smile, resting his head against Luna's,

"Oh, this narrows it down so much," She glared.

Shutting his eyes, he allowed his mind to go back to the times where he had been left for dead, starved or betrayed. The times he had been told he had been worthless and doomed to fail. The times Luna had cried, or how Voldermort had laughed.

"I love you," She breathed, finger tips skimming over the bruises and welts of his skin.

"Hope. It tasted like hope," He whispered.

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'The world we knew
won't come back
the time we've lost
can't get back
the life we had
won't be ours again.'

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First instalment of the Find Away Series. I'm rather proud of this one. I don't like to leave people guessing, so I'd rather a chapter end the way a story could end. Happy. Sad. Miserable. You name it. And yes. Mr. Weasley raped Luna. That pedo.

Anyways, you know when you have a song you can't help but listen to over and over again? Never Too Late. The Next song will be 'Doctor Blind.'

I hoped you enjoyed, and could find the time to review. I will appreciate this greatly.

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