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SilverDragon161: I planned on making them the opposite of what they were, plus without the worries of their original lives (sigh) I' m happy about it (big smile) I'm starting to like stories with calmess...though this isn't very calming ahead though (sweatdrop)

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Robin the bird: soz this one isn't so long, but they do meet again so yay for that! (dances happily) lol I'll stop

smoothNcreamy: yeah she will unfortunately T.T in later chappy's as well too lol 'bisnatch' i love that word XD here's the new chappy enjoy!

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DemonRogue13: yep she is, but I need to work out on her character a bit more (sweatdrop) lol

BlueEyedOne: yeah, actually I wanted them to have names that wouldn't properly fit them like their real names, sort of a way to get them to remember each other faster, plus I like the names
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yaukira: lol soz, I still need to work on details. They're still the same age, as for when their memories were modified and how the whole thing was set up, it'll be revealed in a later chappy

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Chapter Four: They Meet Again

Calvin woke up feeling slightly strange. He had a dream of a raven haired boy with emerald green eyes. He felt strange because when he thought about the supposed imaginary boy, his heart fluttered and he felt light inside.

'Almost like a crush,' he thought, frowning at this idea. He sighed and remembered that he would be leaving today, with that thought in mind he completely forgot about the dream.

Mrs. Jacobs knocked and opened the door. "Oh good you're awake, your father needs help with the beds," she smiled amusedly. "I don't think his back can take anymore weight."

"I'll be there in a minute," he yawned and stood up. He dressed himself in baggy jeans, plain white shirt under a loose unbuttoned black shirt, and black converse sneakers.

He folded up the sheets he slept with and carried them out of his empty room for his mother.

"Oh, don't worry about the sheets," Mrs. Jacobs said, when she saw him trying to find a box that still had room for the sheets, "go help you're father."

"Ok," he dropped the sheets nearly hitting Ebony and walked out of the apartment, Ebony sprinting quietly behind him.

"How much sleep do you need?" Mr. Jacobs breathed out jokingly. He was a thin, kind yet weak looking man with dark brown hair.

"Sorry," Calvin smiled sheepishly and helped his father lift the heaviest bed into the moving truck, "I was too excited to sleep."

"I'm sure you were, you probably fell asleep at five in the morning," they both lifted the second mattress into the trunk, "Surrey's gonna be pretty different from this place."

"So it's a friendly place."

"Everyone says so...plus there's a lot of wealthy people there too," he laughed lightly as they walked out of the truck and lifted a few boxes Mrs. Jacobs had recently put on the sidewalk, "we'll be wealthy too, what with your mothers new job and all."

"Wealthy?" Calvin wrinkled his nose, "that's good and all but I don't fancy being a snob," his father laughed.

"Calvin how old are you? We're not going to become snobs...well...unless the money gets to us."

"I'll try and steer clear from money then," he grinned cheekily and picked up another box.

-

Deep within the caves under the ocean two red eyes opened in a snap. The cave shook slightly as the owner of the eyes slithered out. Its body was that of a dragon, scaly black with sharp talons. Its head was closely compared to a bird except that the beak was made of scales.

Slowly the beast swam up to the surface of the ocean, its body becoming smaller and thinner, transforming into a human yet still having red eyes.

The creature broke into the surface, unnoticed by the sailors passing by on their ships. It grinned at its surroundings, walking on the water as if it were solid ground.

He immediately became dry; a dark substance covered his naked body, as if dressing him. The black substance became clothes; a black turtleneck shirt that covered his arms up to his wrists was under a black cloak. His black pants flowed swiftly against the ocean breeze, his black boots shined dully against the summer sunlight. He smirked at the modern world he was walking towards.

"The fun I shall have upon this land," he said to himself, running a very pale hand through his pitch black hair, "they must be free..."

-

"This can't be right, I'm sure I modified all of their memories," McGonagall murmured as she looked at two mirrors that had images flashing by.

She was in her office, getting a few papers ready for the next term while glancing every few seconds at the mirrors.

What caught her eye was the image of Harry in the mirror that was watching over Draco. She looked at the other mirror and saw nothing but images about music. Yesterday Draco's image had appeared on Harry's mirror but it hadn't returned as of yet.

"They can't be getting their memories back this quickly," she frowned in thought and decided to go tell Dumbledore. She got up, collected the mirrors and walked out of her office not knowing the horrible scene that she was about to see.

-

"Oh that's wonderful!" squealed Mrs. Laurence, "I'd love to help, sure!"

Brian glanced at his mother on the phone and turned back to the tv rolling his eyes while he took a bite out of his Twinkie and flipped the channel with the remote.

"I'm sure they'll become fast friends, how is the boy anyway?"

Brian mimicked his mother soundlessly, getting her every gesture accurately and on time.

"Oh it's called Alemeron Academy for Writers and Artists, typical of you to forget, honestly," she laughed, "sorry."

"What?" Brian tore his eyes away from his favorite show and faced his mother, "what about my school?"

"Oh must you know everything?" she scolded but still smiling, "no not you Ellen, that was Brian," she said to whoever she was talking to on the phone.

"What's going on?" he took another bite from his Twinkie.

"You'll find out later," she waved for him to go back to watching tv, he shrugged and did so, but he was still curious about the person on the other line.

"Good for you, you'll do well trust me."

Brian sighed and turned off the tv. There wasn't anything interesting on anyway. "I'm gonna g-" he stopped when he saw something from the window at the corner of his eye. Something had fallen into the bushes. "What the fuck!?"

"Brian!"

"Sorry," he walked over to the window and opened it bringing in a gust of heat from the burning summer day. He looked down at the cherry bush and shot back only to hit his head on the edge of the window. "OW! GOD JEEZE!"

His hand quickly went to the back of his head as tears of pain filled his eyes. Something felt awfully familiar about the pain...he immediately brushed it away and continued to peer out of the window.

What he saw was completely out of the ordinary. He saw a flash of violent pink hair before it vanished.

"Mallory," he muttered before turning back to the living room, he did a double take and looked out the window, his cousin was busy flirting with a boy across the street. "What the-what-how-hair-blue!" he sputtered, fear suddenly rising.

"Alright, see you in a while," Mrs. Laurence hung up the phone and turned to the sputtering boy, "Brian?"

"Mum," he turned to her, "there was this thing that fell in the bushes, i-it had pink and-and vanished into thin air, I thought it was Mallory but she's over there!" he pointed out the window to the direction where the blonde was at. "With blue hair!"

"Calm down, Brian. You probably just imagined it," his mother assured, her face clearly saying that it was about to burst into laughter.

"I'm not crazy-"

"I never said that, now make yourself presentable, we have new neighbors moving in the house next door," she crossed her arms.

"Bloody hell! Is the whole WORLD moving in here!?" he waved his hands, still not forgetting what he saw just moments before.

"It seems so," she laughed lightly, "see, it's an old college friend, she just got her degree on doctoring and she's got herself a job at the hospital nearby. Be nice when they come," she eyed him, knowing that he'd probably let slip an insult or something.

Brian looked out the window again and decided to drop that subject and continue with the one he was curious about before. "Why were you talking about my school?"

"Oh, well Ellen's son, Calvin, will be going there. He's really interested in drama."

"And you're hoping that he and I will become best friends like Archie and me," he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, or you could just be nice to him please, these are my friends not your aunt, uncle and cousin," she nodded to the direction where their relatives now lived.

"Alright fine," he sighed then caressed the back of his head where it still hurt but was quickly fading away, "as long as they're not perverted."

"Perverted? Brian you're just as perverted as Mallory! And no they're not perverts, they're very nice people."

"So I guess you know her husband?"

"We dated a while back before he got married," she blushed lightly, "I haven't seen their son for fifteen years," she murmured to herself, "he was such a cute little baby."

"Uh...mum?" he blinked.

"Oh sorry," she blushed again, "well anyway, we're going to help them with the furniture and boxes when they get here so don't dress too fancy."

"Wha-but I don't wanna help," he whined, jumping on his knees on the sofa.

"Brian act your age, I said we'd help so there, besides, you'll get to know Calvin more."

"Alright fine," he muttered, getting off the sofa. "Guess I'll go get ready then," he put his hands in his pockets and walked up the stairs.

"That's my boy!"

"Oh very funny."

-

"Wow...how plain..." Calvin said as he looked out the window from the moving truck.

They were driving through a neighborhood with plain homes that looked the same. The neighborhood was so clean that Calvin actually felt like he was in one of those movies with the warm welcoming suburban neighborhoods.

"Yep, it's a bit too plain but it's still a nice neighborhood," shrugged his mother.

"Here we are...finally," Mr. Jacobs said cheerfully, he stopped the truck before a house. There was a sign on the lawn saying For Sale and with the word Sold taped diagonally over it.

"Look Eb," Calvin said to the black cat on his lap, "our new home," he nodded to the house, the cat purred and nuzzled her head against his cheek.

"Ok lets unload," Mr. Jacobs stepped out of the truck, "Clare said she'd help right?"

"Yeah, let me just-"

"Ellen!"

"Never mind," she put down her purse and stepped out of the truck to hug her old friend. Calvin stepped out of the truck as well and took a good look around the neighborhood.

'Lets see, plain houses that look the same, well kept lawns, girl flirting with a guy...eugh! Brunette bear hugging mum...' all thoughts were erased when a raven haired boy stepped out of his home and stood next to the woman hugging Calvins mother.

Ebony escaped his loose grip and sprinted over to the boy.

"Hm?" Brian blinked and looked down when he felt something tapping his foot. A black cat was sniffing his foot before looking up at him with a glint in her eyes. "ACK! BLACK CAT! BAD LUCK!!! AHHH!!!" he almost fell back.

"Black cats don't bring bad luck."

"What?" he watched as a platinum blond boy picked up the cat. He pet her head before looking at him with storm gray eyes. There was something strange about him, Brian could see some sort of black glow on him, and the air of calm patience emitting from him.

Calvin looked at the raven head, waiting for him to say something else. He was glowing white, a look of a bit bemusement in his emerald green eyes. "You look familiar, have we met?" he finally asked, not wanting to ask about the glowing.

"No I don't think so," Brian shook his head, "but you look familiar too."

"Is this Brian? My, he's grown to be one handsome young man, Clare," Mrs. Jacobs walked over and stood beside Calvin, smiling warmly at the raven head.

"Brian?" Calvin raised an eyebrow, "is that really your name? Not to be insulting or anything but the name doesn't really suit you."

"I know that," Brian blushed lightly, "mum couldn't think of any other name at the moment, what's your name anyway?"

"Calvin Jacobs, it doesn't suit me either," he laughed lightly.

"Yeah it doesn't, well, welcome to the humbly lame neighborhood," he grinned cheekily and held out his hand which was taken and shaken.

At that moment their glowing light swirled together and vanished just by the contact of their skin.

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