Dislciamer: See first Chap.

A/N oki I'm having fun with it now. This chapter gets confusing a bit, just remember future, things won't be staying the same forever. and it's been 2000 thousand years since our time. So I say a few things that have never been said like common words. Two people asked it, yesh Makita would be a reincarnation of Harry Potter. but question one comes with it...why was he reincarnated? -looks around for answers-


Makita woke up the next morning confused. 'I've never even been to a castle before because there aren't any in existence, they all collapsed before my great grandfather was born!' he thought staring at the sun that glared through the windows. He was thoroughly confused about his dream, it had been so vivid.

Makita saw the image of the castle again, before Akky came storming into the room and jumping on top of him. "MAKITA WAKEY, WAKEY" she screamed at the top of her lungs, Makita swore he heard the birds flying away from the window in fear.

"Urggnugg" Makita said, pulling a pillow from under his head and throwing it into Akky's face. "Go away you minion sent from the Underworld" Makita said, pulling his covers up over his head as if they would protect him from the sunlight.

"Makita, come on. I'm hungry! If I'm forced to spend this cursed holiday with your family, then you will feed me!" Akky demanded, giving him a glare. Makita knew the glare was totally fake.

"Oh go stuff yourself," Makita said, getting up slowly and stretching his arms above his head.

"Oh I will, right after…" Akky said before attacking Makita with her fingers.

"AKK-IIIIEEEEEE" Makita cried, before falling out of his bed laughing. Akky managed to get his katna pants and ran off into the bathroom. Makita followed her as quickly as he could, even if he was only in his underwear.

"Open this door, give me them back!" Makita yelled as loud as he could.

"But Makita, I thought you enjoyed the idea of being a strip dancer." Akky replied through the door, he could tell she was laughing her head off.

"Akky don't bring that up again! I was drunk for Potter's sake!" Makita growled, he didn't remember jumping onto a table and stripping down to his underwear one night at a party, but Akky never let him live it down.

Makita heard Akky sigh and she threw his pants out of the bathroom. She then cast a whizzing curse on them and they whizzed around his grandma's hall and stopped when the collided with the wall, and went down the stairs.

'Akky, you are so dead' Makita thought as he left them there, not wanting his cousins to see him almost butt naked. He didn't want any more people teasing him about the scar on his shoulder, and his cousins were as bad as Akky.

Makita didn't pay much mind to the scar; he remembered he'd gotten it when he fell off a broom after colliding with Akky. He managed to graze his shoulder over rocks, only one scar stayed. It was a crude scar of lighting bolt; the lines were in no way straight. He had broken his leg and after the fall it took him a few years to get back on a broom confidently.

Makita wasn't brave; he would never do something without thinking it through. Akky would always rush into things, and he somehow felt that it was dangerous. Makita knew it wasn't life threatening, but he always was over cautious.

Makita walked into his room and shut the door. Opening his blue bag he pulled out a black top and a pair of black pants. Black represented power and the unknown, and so Makita always wore it, and Akky called him a 'gods worshipping freak' for it. But that was why he wore it, to show he felt the gods had some sort of hand in his destiny.

Makita wasn't one of those idiots who believed that the gods said all did all, nor was he like Akky, who didn't believe there was anything out there, his beliefs were somewhere in between.

While Makita was dressing though, his youngest cousin had found his katna pants and was plotting on what to do with them.


"Arelane, where are my katna pants?" Makita asked his youngest cousin, who smiled at him innocently. Makita had noticed they were gone from where he had left them and his other cousins were all around his grandfather who was telling them about jinxes.

"Oh, those were yours? Well grandpa taught us a spell that will make objects float for a few seconds. I tried it on the pants, it works perfectly. Sadly, your pants got caught up in the wind." she said, smirking at Makita's horrified face.

Akky was howling with laughter and gave Arelane a thumbs up. Makita growled and shoved past them stalking outside without his shoes. He noticed his pants were in the big oak tree belonging to his neighbors across the street.

"ARELANE WHEN I GET THEM BACK YOU ARE DEAD!" Makita screamed, running across the street in bare feet. It hurt seeing as the sun had warmed the street up a bit and Makita had to basically jump over it onto the yards grass.

Makita looked around to make sure no one was looking at him as he climbed the tree to retrieve the pants. He jumped down and was about to race over the street again when a voice stopped him.

"Just what are you doing young one?" Makita turned around to face an elderly woman who didn't seem upset, but rather scared at the fact she didn't know Makita and he was in her tree.

"Uh well, I was retrieving my pants you see, my little cousin threw 'em up there" Makita explained, blushing.

The elderly woman raised an eyebrow before shaking her head at him. "Well don't be going in folks tree's without their permission from now on." she said and Makita felt bad. He never liked disobeying elders.

Makita nodded and ran back to his grandparent's house, ready to murder Arelane and eat some breakfast.

Makita's day went smoothly enough, with a few fights with Arelane, treacherous centaur she was! In another few days the holiday would be celebrated, when the one who must not be named fell. Makita had always wanted to know the real name of this Dark fiend, but no one knew it anymore. Another thing lost with time.

Makita looked at the piece of paper on his night table, and remember it from yesterday. He opened it up and read it.

Shiraz Corinton -- gate 217, call on wireless wizard phones, Mystery Boy.

Makita couldn't believe the nerve of that boy, he seemed so…so…so blasted annoying was what he was! Makita sighed and decided to call tomorrow. For now, rest and dreams of killing Arelane and Akky were needed.


Makita was in a graveyard. He didn't know why he thought a bunch of stones was a graveyard, but he thought it was. Graveyards usually had white and black and blue ribbons around hedges that the dead were buried under.

He heard someone yell something at him, and a blast of green at his right. Avada Kederava, that was the curse that had been thrown at him. Makita knew this, even if he, in his life, had never heard of that before.

He picked up a trophy cup and that was when Makita realized he had been dragging a body along with him. As son as he touched the cup he and the body were pulled at the navel towards a destination Makita never saw.

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