Something completely different.
I own Nothing of anything.
And back again.
He stared down blankly at her serenity, her beauty not diminishing even in death. "Why?"
"Why what, my son?" the priest asked as he walked up behind the young man. The funeral had already ended, and all but this young man were gone.
"why did she have to leave?" the young man continued.
The priest sighed. It was always difficult dealing with the ones who couldn't accept it. "It was her time. If anything, I believe she might have been at peace."
The young man's head tilted in confusion. "How can you have peace in death? She was murdered and I know the bastard who did it." He cringed, sneaking a quick glance at his Wife's casket. "Sorry Dear."
The priest was taken aback at this vehement statement coming from such an outstanding man. "why do you believe this? She showed all the signs of of a heart attack and-" He was cut off as the young men let out a despondent laugh. "Is something wrong, sir?"
The young man regained his composure quickly and coughed into his hand. "I'm fine, but…no, you're right." He turned and quickly strode out of the church, leaving the priest. "It was only a heart attack."
Once outside, Harry let go of the charm obscuring his features, allowing his green eyes to show and the lightning bolt scar to fade into being. "I'll be damned," He growled, stalking off down a side street and apparating to his modest home that he had shared with his late wife, "If you would ever succumb to a simple Heart attack, Luna. No, there is something far more devious at work here. I'm going to find out what." He stormed into the Library, trailing behind him a miasma of angry, crackling magic. "And if I should have to break down the gates of Hades and face the Devil himself to bring you back, I'll do it with a smile." He concluded, viciously slamming his fist into the wall.
Weeks passed and Harry had gone through the entirety of the Library, scouring the shelves for books on time magic and its uses. He cut himself off from the world, delving deeper into the pit of despair as his frequent crusades through anything even remotely related to time yielded nothing. His once proud body, built up from years of recreational quidditch and a healthy diet, began to wither away from what few meals he did eat. Eventually, though, he found his mecca.
"Yes! This is it! This is what I've been searching for!" Harry exclaimed as he eagerly read through the dark ritual he had found in an ancient Grimoire of an Indian clan long gone. The ritual allowed him to return to the past in order to exact revenge upon all who wronged him, but it was at the cost of His magic. Harry didn't care. Magic was merely the means to this end and he would Not lose Luna again. Not this time.
The beginning
Just a story idea, don't worry too much about it.