A/N: And here is chapter one! This had actually originally been three separate chapters, but there was really no reason to keep them apart, so I combined them.

Disclaimer: i do not, no matter how much I want to, own any characters you recognize from harry potter. They belong to j. k. rolling.

Chapter 1: Different World

"Harry?" Luna whispered.

The figure above her blinked. "Who's Harry?"

Luna frowned. "He's-"

"Never mind, not important. It's me, James. Now get up. We got hunters."

Hunters!The very word sent shivers down her spine. Her mind jumped into auto pilot and she scrambled from her bed, snatched her wand and followed James through her tent flap. The entire campsite was in a frenzy as people ran in and out of tents, waking others and sprinting to their assigned places. Luna turned and scurried after the loping figure of James. It took them less than a minute to reach the tall, black pole, their position of defense. A second later they were joined Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, both with wands out and faces grim.

"Callidry saw them, about a mile west. Be here soon." Sirius murmured to them as he came and stood beside them. Their heads swiveled, searching the darkness around them for any sign of movement. They stood like that for a couple of minutes, in silence, every fiber in their being stretching, searching for a sign of Voldemort's police force.

It was then that another Luna crept into her head, up beside the warrior, and brought with it the reality of this scene. James, Sirius, Remus, and Voldemort were all dead, and there was no such thing as hunters...was there? Suddenly she wasn't sure. She had a vivid image of Sirius falling threw a veil, but she also remembered him teaching her the stunning spell. It was as if she had been through two completely different lives.

"There!" Luna jerked back to reality, pushed aside her confusion so that she could focus on more important things, and swung her head the way Remus had pointed. Sure enough, several forms were making their way towards the defenders from across a field that stretched from the campsite. As they approached, the light from the watch fires hit them, showing black cloaks with the dark mark embroidered green on the left breast of each. Hunters all right. Death eaters charged with one task, searching down renegade bands, like this one, and bringing them to Voldemort's heel anyway necessary. Beside her, she heard James suck in a breath, and in a second she knew what had caused it. Among the mass of enemy magic folk, there was one with red hair. Luna shook her head. Them again. You'd think that after being defeated at least five times they would give up, but they always came back. Luna's group was taking a toll, though. They didn't have any reinforcements like the hunters did. But either way, this wasn't good. James refused to hurt her in any way; even though she had fallen so far, he still loved her.

"You may as well not ask, you know what the answer is!" Sirius called.

"As you wish!" came a snide voice from the front most hunter, and next second a wand was up and there was burst of green light, which Sirius ducked easily. Next instant everything was in chaos. Sirius had started shooting his own spells, and soon he and the hunter had begun a fast paced duel, spells streaming out of their wands and bouncing everywhere around them. But that wasn't all. James had also leaped forward and tried to stun Lily, and she retaliated quickly. Remus had jumped to the side to avoid one of Sirius's reflected spells, and had moved to engage the remaining hunters. Luna moved to help him. Immediately, a hunter jumped forward, wand raising, but Luna was too quick for him.

"Memeriate!" she called, and a flash of pink light later the hunter keeled backward and crumpled to the ground. Immediately two took his place, both firing spells at the same time. Luna rolled to the right, and came up with a silver light shooting out of her wand. It smashed into one, turning them instantly to dust. She ducked a flash of green, and turned her wand on the caster, who was hit with red. She blinked, and turned. Sounds of their battle must have reached into the camp, because more refugees were running down to join them.

Luna gasped as a flash of purple flew across her arm, slashing open the skin and letting blood trickle out. Mad at herself for not paying attention, she whirled in time to see another flash of purple. She tried to get out of the way, but it was too late. Her cheek flared, and she felt blood trailing down her face. She raised her wand, only to have it fly out of her hand and land back near James and his dueling partner. Next second purple lights were streaming at her, and she felt numerous cuts appear on her legs, arms, and her sides. She tried to run, but all that happened was that she stumbled and fell to the ground. She felt her back rip open, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't move. Was this how she died?

The answer came quickly, as she felt her body leave the ground and soar threw the air before landing gently on the ground again. She felt her back knitting together, and then she was gently rolled over and she felt the rest of her cuts healing. She tried to relax, she wouldn't be much good in a battle right now, but the sounds of fighting kept intruding and tensing her up.

Relax Luna. Relax. Close your mind. Ignore it. Ignore it. That's good, just keep this up...

~Fixing Time~

James shook his head. How she was able to sleep through all that noise, he didn't understand. She didn't even twitch when the ground not three feet away exploded. He threaded his way through fallen hunters. Some were dead, that was always unavoidable in a confrontation, both sides always had a least one death, but he bet more than a few were just knocked out. Luna would have work to do when she awoke. As a mindbreaker, it was her job to retrieve any information available in a hunter's mind, and then wipe that mind blank.

James stopped, and looked at Frank questionably. At Frank's nod, he sat down be side him.

"It is still hard to believe, even after all these years. They were so good, why did they change so suddenly?" Frank whispered. James could hear the pain in his voice, and didn't blame him. His heart was in pain right now also. And they had reasons to be too. Lily and Alice, best friends, Gryfindors, wonderful people, the loves of James and Frank. But now they were hunters. And Lily was with Snape. The thought made James blood boil.

"Snape had something to do with it. I don't know how he wriggled into her heart, but he did. This is all his fault." His voice came out cold and hard, with a keen edge of anger and hate. Frank nodded sadly and looked across the now empty, dark, unmoving field. His sudden jump startled James so much that he actually fell over onto his side and had to roll over in order to look at Frank, who was straining as though to see something in the darkness.

"Someone is out there!" Frank hissed, causing James to scramble to his feet and look where Frank was pointing. Sure enough, someone was walking towards them. Someone tall and stately. When he stepped into the firelight, James saw that he had bright blue eyes.

~Fixing Time~

Her mind woke slowly. First was the knowledge that she was, in fact, waking. Then warmth spread down her spine, into her arms and legs, as her nerves revived. No pain. Soft bedding underneath her hands marked her sense of touch reviving. Right hand twitched as her muscles awoke. Whispering marked her hearing returning. She blinked, tent above. Opening her eyes and leaving them that way, she moved her head and surveyed her surroundings. The sight was familiar, but she couldn't quite retrieve why. She swept the two people standing in the corner with her eyes. They were the source of the whispering. So what had happened? Nothing around her gave her a clue, and the part of her brain containing her memories was being extremely sluggish. Closing her eyes, she focused inward until she could sense her brain. Working her way into the deepest areas of her brain that held her memories was a little complicated, but she was able to work through it quickly. Soon she had reached the required spot and activated her last memory. The battle. Yes. There had been a battle, and she had been hurt. OK. Farther back. What happened before the battle? And then her mind exploded with memories.

Her entire life was replaying through her mind. She remembered growing up in her house, watching her mother's experiments, the day her mother died, her Hogwarts years, and Harry's marriage. It was then that something weird happened. Everything that had just gone through her mind was suddenly crushed and shoved to the side as other memories took the front. Memories of a different life, and yet somehow still her memories. She remembered dark figures walking up the drive, her parent's panicking, scrambling around the house to gather a few items, then grabbing her, running out the back door into the cold night, sprinting past the garden, and disappearing with angry shouts from behind them ringing in their ears. The year on the move, just the three of them, before her mother got sick and died, before Sirius had found them, brought them to the refugee camp. The years growing upon the run, learning how to fight since she turned five, her father learning how to better probe the human mind and teaching it too her, then dying in a raid a few years later. She remembered a whole new life, one of pain and grief, and yet also the other life, the one mostly of happiness, of protection.

The two different stories her memories told her had her so confused that Luna didn't realize someone was beside her until they touched her shoulder. She jerked into a sitting position, her eyes snapped open, and she whirled to find her wand, before seeing that it was just Callidry.

"So you've finally woken up, huh? Good. I was starting to get a little worried. You usually recover faster...anyway, I brought you some food." Callidry whispered, turning and lifting a steaming bowl. "How are you feeling?"

Luna shrugged, already entranced by the bowl of food. She hadn't realized it before, but her stomach felt as though it was eating itself inside out.

"How long have I been out?" She asked, taking the bowl in her lap and immediately spooning as much as possible into her mouth.

"Quite a while. I'd say around five hours." Callidry answered over her shoulder, as she moved around the tent, cleaning up empty dishes and straitening bed sheets. "Everyone else wounded in the raid has already left." She then moved back to Luna, checked the medical instruments, then examined Luna.

"Well, you seem able to leave when you've finished that, which is a good thing. James wants you in the meeting tent once your done. We have a visitor who wants to talk to you."

Luna froze, hand halfway to her mouth. "A visitor? Who?"

"Don't know. Hurry up. James made it seem quite important, so I wouldn't keep him waiting too long." Callidry turned, a basket of dirty clothes and medical bandages under her arm, and left the tent.

Luna blinked. Visitor? Since when did they pick up visitors? She couldn't remember the last time they had visitors, since the refugees tended to try to avoid people as much as possible. Voldemort had most people under his control, willingly or not.

Shrugging aside her puzzlement, Luna hastily finished off her food.

~Fixing Time~

A few minutes later saw Luna making her way through the unruly group of tents. She stopped in front of the biggest for a second, took a deep breath, pushed back the flap, and walked in. She stopped mid-step when she saw who was standing in the middle of the tent, and whom had just turned to see who it was that had entered. Her mouth dropped open slightly as she took in the tall, stately figure with long, almost white, gray hair. Dumbledore!? But he died! Even in this life! She could remember when the news hit the world. It was then that the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix gathered together to create the roaming band of refugees.

"You must be Luna." Dumbledore murmured, peering at her with his extremely bright eyes. Luna blinked, his voice...and then it hit her. The man before her wasn't Albus Dumbledore, his hair wasn't white enough.

"Aberforth?" She asked, causing the others in the room to blink.

"You know who I am?" Aberforth queried, arching an eyebrow at her.

"Y...yes." She frowned and looked around the room. James, Sirius, and Lupin where all sitting in a group to the right, staring at her in surprise. To the left, McGanagall, Moody, and the other leaders of the refugee band had their heads together, whispering and shooting quick looks at her.

"May I ask how? I do not remember ever meeting you." Aberforth spoke quietly, with a measured voice, as if he was trying to figure something out without asking directly. "And I'm pretty sure I've done a good job on staying below the radar, so you shouldn't be able to know me by reputation."

"Well...um..." Luna muttered, dropping her eyes and trying to think quickly of something she could say that wouldn't make everyone think she was crazy.

"Feel free to tell me. I will not judge you by what you say." Aberforth interrupted her thoughts, causing her to blink, look up, and blurt:

"I knew you from somewhere else, a different world." She flushed as everyone quirked an eyebrow at her. "It's true." She muttered.

"May I ask what type of world this was?" Aberforth queried. Luna stared at him for a few seconds, trying to tell if he was making fun of her or not. Not being able to tell for certain, she decided that she may as well tell. Not like it would do much more damage anyway.

"It was a safe world, one where You-Know-Who was defeated." hearing this, everyone in the room scoffed. She heard a few whispers about 'wishful thinking' and bowing her head in shame. "It's true." She muttered again.

"I believe you." Aberforth stated, bringing her head snapping back up in surprise. He was the only one looking at her as if she was sane. In fact, he seemed rather pleased.

"What are you talking about?" Sirius loudly interrupted. "That is the craziest thing I have ever heard. How can you just believe that so easily?"

Aberforth glanced at him, and answered, "Because my brother believed in such a world. If you let me ask a few more questions, I will explain."

Sirius grunted and sat back, motioning for Aberforth to continue.

"You said you knew me from a different world, one where Voldemort had been defeated, correct?" Aberforth questioned, turning back to Luna. "May I ask how that came to be?"

"Harry Potter killed him." Luna answered, looking away from Aberforth's intense gaze. Out of the corner of her eye, she notice James sit up straighter.

"And who is Harry Potter?"

"The son of James Potter and Lily Evans." Shock ran through the listeners, but Aberforth just nodded.

"Just as Albus thought." He murmured. Luna blinked, then opened her mouth to ask a question, but stopped when Aberforth held up his hand. "It is time for me to explain." He turned and walked over to a small bag. He removed a small jar from it, and stood rubbing it between his hands for a few minutes, before turning back to them and continuing.

"Half way through the Marauders sixth year at Hogwarts, a teenage boy named Ezkiah Frant was found wandering the grounds. He claimed to be an orphan and to have stumbled upon Hogwarts on accident. Albus decided to let the boy stay at the school as he searched for any sign of living relatives. When none were found, he decided to let Frant stay as a student, so he was enrolled as a sixth year Slytherin. He made quick friends with Severus Snape, and somehow was able to assist Snape in winning Lily Evans heart. Albus didn't think much about it at the time, but as time progressed and both Snape and Evans joined the Death Eater ranks, he knew something had gone wrong. He never was able to explain it in a way that I could understand, but he somehow knew that Evans was never supposed to become a Death Eater.

"After he realized this, he thought back to Ezkiah Frant and where he had come from. He searched everywhere, but no trace of the boy's existence could be found. The strange thing was, he was able to find records of the people Frant claimed to be his parents. They were not only both alive, but were still too young to be having children. He never explained how, but it was then that Albus realized Frant had come from the future. A future where something was different. And so he prepared a way for someone to go back and stop Frant from succeeding."

James jumped up as soon as Aberforth finished speaking. "I knew there was something wrong with him." He snarled. He stepped out from among the others and asked, "So how does Dumbledore's plan work? How do I go back?"

Aberforth look at him pityingly. "I'm sorry James, but you can't go back."

"WHAT?" James yelped, "You just said..."

"I said my brother prepared a way for someone to go back and stop Frant. That someone is not you. Now, please sit down so I can finish." James blinked at Aberforth's response, then returned to his seat, look rather deflated.

"May I ask what all this has to do with me?" Luna asked quietly.

"Albus always said that time could not be changed on too grand a scale without something from the original time line remaining. Somehow he knew this something was you, though he did not know your name. He said that the person who was to fix this mess would remember what life was supposed to be . That is how I knew it was you I was looking for Luna. Your the one that is going to go back and set the world on the right path."

Luna's head jerked up. "I'mthe one that's supposed to fix this? But why? Why not James? After all, James is the one that wants Lily!"

"Yes, it is true that James has something to gain from it, but you have more. James would only be thinking about Lily. You would be thinking about the world you knew, the people you knew. You know how history is supposed to go, so only you can get it to go back on that track. Trust me Luna Lovegood, you are the one who has to fix time." Aberforth answered in a firm voice. He walked over until he was standing right in front of Luna, and held out the bottle of green liquid to her. "This is the potion Albus made for you. I know you have doubts, but just think of everything you love about the other world."

Luna hung her head, thinking. Thinking of her parents, thinking of her friends, but most of all thinking of Harry. She might never have a chance with him, but he was important. Not just to her, but to the whole world. "How does this potion work?" she finally asked.

"I have no clue. Not even Albus knew exactly what it would do." Great, so I'm supposed to take a potion that no one has any clue as to what it will do? What if it doesn't work? What if it's poison? If I die, would Harry be in heaven, even though currently he hasn't lived? But what if it works? I would be able to see Harry again...

Luna raised her head, and looked at the potion Aberforth was holding out to her. Sudden heartache panged in her chest. The potion was the same emerald green as Harry's eyes. Harry.... Slowly she lifted her hand up, and Aberforth placed the potion in it. She pulled the stopper out, took a deep breathe, and drank it.

Nothing happened.

She waited about five minutes, but still nothing.

Slowly, Luna looked at Aberforth. "I guess it didn't work. I don't feel anythi-" She suddenly doubled over, clutching her stomach. It felt like she was on fire, and the feeling spread from her stomach, until it covered her entire body. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the fire was gone.

She blinked when she realized no one around her had moved an inch since she had taken the potion. She straightened and walked over to Aberforth and waved her hand in front of his face. Nothing. Frozen. Frozen in time. Well, looks like the potion did something at least. But, how is this going to help anything?

Luna looked around the entire room, but no inspiration came to her. What was she supposed to do? Slowly, warmth crept back into the back of her head, and she realized the potion wasn't through with her. At least it's not as hot this time... Suddenly, she felt herself rising. She look up in surprise, but just saw the top of the tent. She blinked as she felt herself accelerate, and watched as the top came towards her, but for some reason she felt no fear. She had complete trust in the potion, and sure enough she didn't hit the tent, but instead went zooming through it. Straight into darkness. Again.

A/N: Still kinda short, but it was everything that took place before her actually been in the past, so...yeah.

So while I was writing this, I had an interesting occurrence with Voldemort. I had his name in the document, and obviously the spell check didn't realize it. When I went to add it to the dictionary for the word document, I glanced at the suggested word list, and what should I see but democrat? Totally cracked me up, especially since it's not even close to the spelling. Word documents these days. 8D

Anyway, please leave a review!