Greetings fellows. This is my first attempt at writing fanfic outside of the anime genre, and also an attempt to cure my writer's block for other stories, but if this is well-received I'll consider writing more HP fanfics. In fact, I already have some plots in mind.

Luna has always been my favourite HP character and given the relatively few number of HP fics about her I decided to write something about Harry/Luna, which I find far cuter than Harry/Ginny (not that I have anything against this pairing).

The title of the story, In the Lost and Found (Honky Bach), is a song from Elliott Smith's brilliant album, Figure 8. I've been going through different titles and when I listen to this song again (while writing my Italian essay), I just know this will be the perfect title.

This story will be divided into 3 chapters: each will be on Harry and Luna's feelings and recollection of events during their years spent together, hence Harry's fifth year and Luna's fourth year will be on the first chapter, his sixth and her fifth will be on second chapter, and his last and her sixth year will be on the last chapter, and maybe a possible sequel, depending on how people perceive this fic. I'll also alter things to fit in more Harry/Luna scenes into this story, hence there will be some make-up scenes that does not take place in the book or the movie.

Now, please enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own J.'s Harry Potter series nor do I own Elliott Smith's In the Lost and Found (Honky Bach). They're both creative people that I respect a lot.

Chapter 1: Their First Touch

He remembered the first time they met, she was being introduced in a rather awkward way. 'Loony Lovegood' was how she was usually referred to, even by his best friends. Having been through bullying most of his life, he was not so keen on calling her a name that sounded offensive.

But she didn't seem to mind: in fact, it was an easily accessible name, as it didn't take another Merlin to understand why she was called that way.

Luna Lovegood was without a doubt one of the weirdest people one could ever encounter in life. Apart from her pursuit of mystical creatures that none had ever seen, she constantly spoke in her dreamy voice as if she was in her own world constructed for herself only, which resulted in her seemingly clueless countenance on that pretty face of hers. It was hard, and impolite, for others to intrude. Her beliefs about non-existent creatures further established her reputation as She-Who-Must-Be-Made-Fun-Of. Nobody wanted to be around her. Nobody wanted to be associated with her. Simply put, nobody cared about her. It wouldn't have mattered to them if one day, she was declared missing or deceased.

But he knew it was different. He could clearly remember when he saw the same creatures that she eyed, and Ron and Hermione just thought he was out of his earthly mind. For once, his best friends were of no help to him. And when the blonde, a year younger than he was, explained that only those who had seen death could see, he suddenly felt he had finally found someone who he really could relate to, no matter how outrageous that sounded like. Not even Ron and Hermione could understand this feeling.

He always wanted to be able to connect to someone, and that day, he had found her.

She remembered the first time she came across the name of Harry James Potter, she was informed about what other children of her generation were told: that he was The-Boy-Who-Lived, the only one that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named failed to kill, the boy who had an electric volt scar on his forehead. Like other girls, she idolized him at a young age, fantasizing about this brave, young boy who shone like an armoured knight to protect all wizards and witches from dark magic. When she knew that she would be studying in the same school with him, she was thrilled with joy and pride. But years passed on and they had never formally engaged in one conversation, and her passion gradually died down as she knew it was just a pointless crush, just that it was commonly shared by every other girl of her age. With the exception of Slytherin girls, at least.

Then, on her fourth year at Hogwarts, they met.

It wasn't any extraordinary experience, frankly. Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom, who were pulled into her compartment in the Hogwarts Express by Ginny Weasley in September, seemed taken aback, in an awkward manner, at her knowledgeable fondness of Nargles and Wrackspurt and looked horrified when she said Harry was just as sane as she was. Her defence of The Quibbler, her father's newspaper and in Hermione's opinions the dumbest publication, also made her seem too stubborn and irrational. She was furious at the ignorance of these people who could not see the truth, as beautifully pictured by her father. She fought back when others challenged her beliefs with rude manners.

Yet all her anger and discontent faded as she set her eyes on him, who gave her a sympathetic look that said all. When their eyes crossed, without words, she knew. He had been there.

At that moment, she knew that he understood what it meant to have everybody against you.

He remembered the time when Dumbledore's Army was set up. Teaching enthusiastic students about defence against dark arts was something that he unexpectedly enjoyed.

It was also during that time that he started to pay more attention to her. He watched closely each time as she flicked her wand, the way her dirty blonde hair moved along with her seemingly fragile body, and the smile she made when she managed to put his teaching into a piece of fine art. He couldn't take his eyes off her, much to his joy/dismay. He was still struggling through his relationship with Cho Chang, another Ravenclaw, and he wasn't sure what his feeling for this younger smart girl was. Leaving unnecessary thought to the back of his head, he tried his best to maintain a good friendship with her first.

They started to talk more, and it was a good thing they usually talked alone. He got to know about her deceased mother, her father's support for him and her exciting adventure everyday that consisted of stolen shoes, notebooks and falling off the stairs at a constant rate. He was outraged. When the Dark Lord was just out there, ready to strike at any moment, he could hardly believe that Hogwarts' own students, the non-Slytherin ones, in particular, were so carefree as to bully a young girl who had done nothing wrong. While she reassured him that she was fine, that it was the nargles' fault, he was not convinced, and urged her that no one messed with his friends. She widened her eyes, as if not believing someone would make such a strong vow for her.

And he made that quite clear on the day when Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin prefect, waved her wand at Luna, causing all her to lose balance and fall down the stairs on her way to class. Without thinking consciously, and ignoring Hermione's attempt at stopping him, he took out his wand and glued the Slytherin girl on the ceiling. In midst of Ron and other Gryffindor's cheers, he could only hear her coming close to him with a shy smile, and muttered a sincere 'thank you' into his ears.

That day was probably the day he enjoyed detention the most. Even Snape was surprised at how the boy he despised so much was able to smile through the whole detention session without the usual frowns and complaints.

She remembered joining the Dumbledore's Army, led by none other than the renowned Harry Potter.

She forgot how exactly she got into it, truth to be told. She had never been too familiar with the golden trio – Potter, Weasley and Granger, so it was probably Ginny, a Gryffindor of her year, who got her in. She was thankful though, for she fully believed in the revival of the Dark Lord and, for the first time in her life, she felt surrounded by friends.

'Friend' was a strange concept to her. She would say she had a lot of schoolmates but a scarce number of people that she could consider friends, and the D.A. was where she felt she belonged to the most. Every meeting was an exciting adventure for her, as people there shared the same belief and helped each other out. Soon, she was seen always with Ginny and Neville, another Gryffindor who seemed to be afraid of her at first. But Luna didn't mind. She had been content, but she hadn't been truly happy in a long time since her mother's death. Having friends was such a wonderful thing, she thought.

She had heard ugly rumours, about how ridiculous it was for five Gryffindors (Ginny, Neville and the golden trio) to hang out with one particular Ravenclaw who was a social outcast in everyone's perception. She also continued to fall victims to various pranks, as the Slytherin girls especially seemed to have a particular fondness for her. Yet it was different now. Luna usually just let this things slip, but when Harry avenged her by sending Pansy Parkinson to the ceiling, her heart thumped furiously, and the number of hands she was offered and the words of encouragement she received touched her deeply. Her eyes moistened seeing Harry Potter defending her, the weirdo and outcast in the school, and calling her 'his dear friend'. When she saw the concerned looks on Hermione, Neville and the Weasley siblings' faces, Luna Lovegood had the impulsiveness to hug each and every single one of them with all her strength.

She used to be content with being alone. Now she felt exceptionally blessed to have friends she could turn to.

He remembered it was before Christmas holiday that they had their last D.A. meeting before everyone went back home. Dobby, the ever loyal elf of his, helped him and Ron and Hermione decorate the Room of Requirement for a small celebration party. He had some questions about wizards celebrating a Muggle event, but decided it was not important when everyone could just relax and enjoy while the days had not turned dark yet.

And everyone did have a good time there. That day no spells were taught. They all decided to have fun instead of being tense before the holiday came, so naturally they just entertained themselves with the Weasley twins' pranks on each D.A. member and had a good laugh. Before he knew it, the party was over and everyone had left. Ron went with his brothers to set up a few traps for Filch and Umbridge, and Hermione went to discuss a few matters with the professors. He was left alone, observing the scene where a minute ago was full of people he trusted.

'Harry? You are still here?'

And the daring voice of Luna Lovegood entered his ears. It startled him as he didn't expect to see anyone here, especially the blonde. He moved closer to where she stood. 'Luna? Why are you still here? I thought you left with everyone else?'

'It is rude not to answer one's question first, Harry,' she stated firmly, although from the time they had spent together Harry was well-aware this was only her way of speech, and he made a small laugh. 'I'm just thinking…about everyone and how a successful term we had.'

'I have to agree. It's wonderful each time I come here.' From the dim light of the room, he thought her eyes sparkled as she continued. 'I thought I left my book here,' she pointed at a copy of her Potion textbook on a chair nearby, 'so I decided to come retrieve it, only to find you staring aimlessly at me before I called you.'

And the boy with messy hair blushed a bit at that. 'I'm sorry. I guess I just spaced out a bit.'

'It's okay. Just be careful that Wrackspurts will mess with your head if you don't pay enough attention.' He wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he said nothing until he noticed Luna's pale eyelids focused on something above their heads.

"Mistletoe," said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. Having Muggle knowledge of what that meant, he reacted by jumping out from under it, which he regretted immediately. He wasn't sure if it was a reaction to Fred and George's previous pranks about 'Harry and Loony getting cozy' a few good minutes ago, and while he felt laughed embarrassedly with her about that, now he wasn't so certain another laugh could solve this awkwardness. "Good thinking," said Luna seriously. "It's often infested with nargles."

He recalled Luna leaving shortly afterwards, and he felt his heart ached seeing the silhouette of her retreating figure.

She remembered her late mother telling her once that in Muggle tradition, if two people stood under the mistletoe they were to kiss. It wasn't long later that she read from The Quibbler about how nargles liked to target mistletoes.

On that day when she pointed out to Harry that they were under the mistletoe, she actually forgot all about nargles, for once in her life, and was a little anxious as to how the boy would act. Jumping away was one of the reactions she had foreseen, and that hurt.

Of course, she wasn't some lovesick teenage girl who would get mad over this. Instead, she was kind of happy that he didn't take advantage of the situation, in some sense. She knew her place well when there were girls like Ginny and Cho out there, seeking his attention dearly. In fact, she was surprised when Fred and George, with that wily smile of theirs, used their latest invention to glue them shoulder to shoulder during the D.A. Christmas Party. She found it fun and enjoyable, and she had a good laugh with Harry, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to cross that line yet. She truly enjoyed how people were happy in her presence, and these little jokes only made her feel more…wanted, in a sense, and she wished not to break from this comfort zone that soon.

Luna was never known to be a competitive person anyway. She would have loved for Harry to proceed under such circumstances, but she could wait. And this gave her some time to sort out her real feelings too.

Contrary to what others would be thinking, Luna treasured her friendship a lot more than others, and she was not keen on breaking any of them.

He remembered how the first rumour about them being an item began to spread in the middle of his fifth year at Hogwarts, shortly after Christmas. Apparently, after the Pansy Parkinson incident and that little intimate prank, people started to notice how Luna Lovegood always seemed to be around the Harry Potter. Generalizing, they conveniently associated them together, even though they did not seem to have any urge to openly oppose to such statements.

'There were rumours about you two, you know, you and Luna,' Hermione, being the considerate friend of him, kindly reminded The Boy Who Lived.

'There's always a rumour about any girl I talk to, Hermione. I'm sick of defending myself from crap.' That's what he said, and in fact he really had no desire to dismiss yet another Potter love affair rumour, after all these years. Nothing could really surprise him, to be honest.

'If you say so, Harry,' she pretended to retreat, but he knew her well enough to understand she still had questions for him. 'I just hope you understand what the consequence of not defending yourself from such rumours will be.'

'Com'on Herimione, as if people will really believe that Harry is dating Loony –'

'Luna. Her name is Luna, Ron.'

And he knew Hermione did not miss that impatient tone in his voice.

She remembered there was a time in her fourth year that suddenly every Ravenclaw student looked at her in awe.

In the past, people usually gave her curious glances or arrogant looks as they walked past her, or crashed into her, but then somehow, for no real reasons, they began to watch her from a distance, no longer really teasing her verbally. The pranks that she suffered from were from Slytherins solely, as somehow her Ravenclaw housemates seemed to realize stealing her notebooks and socks wasn't that interesting anymore. It was then she figured it was because they thought she was dating Harry Potter.

Luna did not comprehend how, supposedly that she and Harry were really dating, would lead them to stop playing tricks on her, and she could not think of any logical explanation as to why Harry would date her in the first place. And she didn't let these rumours affect her, keeping her joyful attitude in bouncing down the corridors and eyeing interesting things with her dreamy pupils. Rumours were bound to be proven untrue, she thought, and there was no reason for her to act different.

When some Ravenclaw girls, timid as they talked, gathered the courage to ask her, she simply answered, 'Harry is someone I enjoy spending time with. Who wouldn't like that?' And seeing their confused faces, she would smirk (to their horror) and then continue whatever she was doing. She had heard far too many rumours about her to be bothered by this particular one.

Although while saying that, she could sense her lips twist, and her smile eventually faded.

He remembered how miserable he felt during the fight in the Ministry of Magic and the aftermath, when he had to deal with Sirius' death. Emotionally, he was totally broken, without a clue on how to recover from losing someone he considered family. The very word seemed not to exist with him in the same universe. Ron and Hermione did offer comfort, but they just couldn't understand. They wouldn't understand.

To his surprise, she did. Luna Lovegood, of all people, warmed him with her understanding eyes and soft words. She didn't say much, actually, but each of her word was of great comfort to him. Then he remembered that they were the same in the sense of having seen death previously. Luna told him once that it took time for her to get over her mother's tragic death, and as she reached for his hand and squeezed it gently, he figured he didn't really need any more consolation from others, as all he needed was someone who could truly understand his feelings to be by his side and kept his or her mouth shut.

After a moment of peaceful silence between the two of them, he hugged her, acting on impulse. He didn't really know why, but pulling her into his arms, taking in her scent, seemed to be the most logical thing to do in such an illogical time.

He found himself a dear friend, a loyal friend that he could lean on for once, and in front of her, he was nobody but just Harry.

She remembered how resisting Umbridge and breaking into the Ministry of Magic had been such a thrill. Fighting Death Eaters was, to her simply, the exam to pass after taking lessons from the D.A.. She wasn't really afraid of dying, when she was having the time of her life alongside people, or friends, as she dearly preferred. She really couldn't have asked for more, in that dreamy imaginative mind of hers.

But then, dealing with the aftermath was the reality that she and everyone else had to face. And to her, nothing was more devastating than seeing the broken look on Harry Potter's face. He seemed so lifeless, so impure compared with the usual image he occupied in her mind. Then of course, this was perfectly understandable given what had happened, and Luna knew exactly how he felt. However, that did not mean she would just let him be.

Yet when she was standing next to him, wearing a grave expression that pained her heart, she was at a loss of words. What exactly should one say in such situation, anyway? When her mother passed away, her father shut himself away from everyone for long and no one really comforted her. She just somehow managed to move on. Perhaps that was the solution. Time would heal. Time could heal.

So she didn't say much, apart from letting him know that she would always be there to offer him help. And she truly meant that. Luna Lovegood never made any empty promises.

As they parted she was actually furious to know he had to return to his inhumane 'family' that he had told her about, but she did not let her emotion appear on her face. Harry hugged each of his friend before leaving, and when it was her turn, they embraced each other tightly, ignoring other's facial comments. She did not want to let go, and would love for that to keep going, but a new sensation instilled her when they parted. Harry muttered, no longer in his weeping voice but with a confident tone, a mere 'thank you, Luna' to her.

And she knew that was enough.

End of Chapter 1

I hope it turns out alright for all. I'm inexperienced in HP fics and am not too sure if each scene would be too brief without much character building. But well, this is the idea of the fic, and I will probably keep this style for the remaining chapters.

I had planned on adding some Weasley twins moments into this, as they are just adorable, but that would make this fic too long and I couldn't exactly capture their sense of humour here, so I'll pass. Maybe next time.

Please kindly review and let me know what you think! Until next time.