Disclimaer: See first chap

A/N OKay it's gotten to a point where am I trying to write long chapters hehe. My beta thinks the first bit is confusing, so i hope it reads better now. Other then that i hope it reads well , Ha I'm having more fun with this story then the rest..must be my own characters and such.


Makita woke up screaming, feeling dread and adrenaline rush through his system. Makita looked around to see his, well his bed for the week, at his side and the blankets wrapped around his body. He groaned and started to feel a dull pain in the back of his head. He must have fallen off the bed somehow.

He moved his head and found out how he got the dull pain in his head; the table beside the bed was only centimeters away from his body. Makita winced as he felt the pain come back with a sharp pang

As reality took over his conscious mind, he felt less fearful and calmer. The room was still dark so it was probably still night time. Shadows played off the furniture as the lights outside started to flicker. 'Flicker? The lights are magically produced why would they flicker?' Makita thought sleepily.

The ache of the bruise on his head and his sleepy state didn't remind him that if a stronger magic collided with the magical lights, it would snuff the magic in the lights out and they would start to flicker until they went out. So he lay on the floor watching the shadows flicker on his walls, not understanding why they were flickering.

A loud bang came from outside, like metal scraping against metal, and Makita was jolted out of his fuzzy state of being. "What in underworld?" Makita whispered forcefully.

Makita stood up quickly and stumbled over his own two feet to get to the window. He held the ledge of the window as he opened the blinds to see clearly outside. Down on the street stood a figure cloaked in black.

The figure looked at Makita and started to point a bony finger at him, as if accusing Makita of doing something wrong. Makita stared at the figure in fear, his hazel eyes widened as a vehicle approached the figure on the road.

The magically powered car ran through the black figure in a whir of red, but the black-cloaked apparition stayed still, nothing even moved from the wind the car created. It couldn't be a figure if things could go through it. Makita started to hyperventilate, this wasn't possible!

Makita gathered his wits and ran across the room, opened the door so it crashed against the wall, and trampled down the stairs. Makita at this point didn't care who heard him; he had to check this out for himself!

Makita unlocked the door as quick as he could, fumbled with the handle and threw the door open. The apparition was now staring at him through the dark holes in the white mask. Makita's breath turned up a hitch and he stared in amazement, rooted to the spot.

The apparition didn't smile, didn't show any emotion, it just moved across the street behind the old oak and faded into the shadows. Makita was sure he would faint if Akky hadn't smacked him upside the back of his head, bringing back the pain from the bruise all over again.

"Makita Andreas Rekilt!" Akky screeched, and Akky has a good pair of lungs. 'She probably woke up the whole neighborhood with that one.' Makita thought, as he stared at the very tired and angry girl.

"Akky not so loud" Makita said, and he got punched in the arm.

"Why not? You wake me up with a racket, and you're staring outside like some loony. Are you insane?" Akky said, and kept on giving him a piercing glare.

"I didn't mean to…I just saw something." Makita said bluntly, looking back outside for the figure. The apparition seemed to be gone.

"Something? Harry Potter, is there anything in your blasted brain?" she spat at him with annoyance. Makita sighed and collected his thoughts to explain it to her.

"Yes there is something in this blasted brain as you put it. I saw a black-cloaked apparition with a white mask looking right at me. A car even ran through it Akky! It was like a ghost!" Makita exclaimed, remembering it all so clearly.

"Makita, you've lost it. Honestly, ghosts only haunt old buildings and such. That is, if they show their faces to us, which these days is very unlikely." Akky said, but Makita already knew all of that. The old oak wasn't exactly old was it?

"Well it faded near the old oak, maybe the old lady knows about how old it is." Makita reasoned, looking at the oak intently, as if daring the figure to come out again. Makita frowned; the leaves rustled slightly in the wind, but there was nothing in sight.

"Maybe, tomorrow though. I want sleep!" Akky growled, before trudging up the stairs and slamming her door.

Makita looked back at the tree, and could have sworn he saw a lighting bolt carved into the trunk's bark, scaring it like the lighting bolt scar on his shoulder. Makita shook his head as he turned around and shut the door, locking it. 'Akky's right, I should be in the Loony bin'.


Makita stared at the piece of paper the beauty of a boy had given him. 'Probably thinks I forgot all about him' Makita thought. He shook his head and picked up his grandmothers wireless phone anyways.

Makita's collision with the table had given him a bruise and a headache, so he had taken a potion for his headache earlier on and now felt perfectly fine. He was ready to battle his fear of talking with people on a wireless phone.

After last night he wanted to talk to the boy who, as far as Makita was concerned, had started the dreams. He punched in gate 217 and waited for Shiraz, or whoever, to pick up.

"Hello?" a voice asked, and Makita felt a wave of familiarity.

"Hey, I was wondering if Shiraz Corinton is there." Makita asked, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He never was good with talking on the wireless phone.

"Speaking, is this Mystery Boy?" Makita couldn't believe the boy! Asking that as if he was always right, or already knew it was Makita calling.

"Yeah" Makita said, feeling more nervous for some reason. He shifted on his feet as he stared at the curtains by the back window in the room.

"Well, well, well. I was thinking you weren't going to call." Shiraz said, Makita felt his face burn.

"Yeah, my family's half crazed you see, and they kept me tied down to a chair" Makita said, smiling at himself when he heard laughter from the boy. 'Nice laugh there' Makita thought, and had to fight the urge to say it out loud. Someone was always listening to his phone conversations, namely his youngest cousin.

"Well in that case I'll have to tie you down too, make you feel comfortable." Shiraz said and Makita blushed. 'Flirt you are' Makita thought.

"Yeah well, have you been having strange dreams lately?" Makita asked, wondering if it was the same for Shiraz. Makita fiddled with his navy sweater's zipper, moving it up and down. It seemed therapeutic to how nervous he was.

"No, why?"

"Ever since I met you I've been getting strange dreams. Last night I dreamt about…well what I seemed to think was a graveyard. Have graveyards ever been stones?" Makita asked.

"No…"

"Oh god you must think I'm crazy!" Makita exclaimed, noticing Arelane from the corner of his eye. "Arelane, get out of this room right now. I'm not in the mood for your pranks" Makita said, sitting down in a green chair.

Arelane stuck out her tongue. "Oh so you got a girlfriend?" she asked innocently and Makita snorted. Arelane moved into the room more, placing both feet in front of his green chair on the carpet.

"Sure, and he wants to tie me down to a bed" Makita said, laughing at his cousins face. She looked rather confused.

"He?" Arelane said, but Makita waved her away, clearly ignoring her. Arelane left the room in a huff. Makita watched her feet leave the carpet, which he noticed had red and gold designs all over it. 'Those colors seem familiar somehow' Makita suddenly realized.

"Who were you talking to?" Shiraz asked, probably as confused as Arelane.

"Arelane, little cousin. She's a nuisance to my life." Makita sighed, and got comfortable in the chair, shifting so his head rested on the back of the chair and the pillows on the chair made his back feel comfortable.

"Ah. So where do you live?" Shiraz asked.

"Umm, down near Granger Avenue, just a little ways off." Makita replied.

"Near the Wizards Academy?"

"Yeah…how old are you?" Makita asked, realizing Shiraz could be older then himself, even though he looked around the same age.

"Seventeen and you?" Shiraz said.

"Sixteen, going to be seventeen soon enough" Makita responded. 'The boy's not a wizard! Holy shit why didn't I realize that?' Makita thought. Muggle's and Wizarding folk got along fine now, unlike in the past, but it was still awkward to talk to muggles Makita found.

"You're a Wizard right?" Shiraz asked.

"Yeah" Makita said, not knowing how well Shiraz would take to that.

"I can't believe I didn't realize that! I mean, no one in my family ever showed magic abilities, so I wouldn't know how to..." Shiraz trailed off.

"Yeah I know, it's not easy to tell us apart though. We're the same pretty much. Even Muggles have a bit of magical abilities you know." Makita said, smiling. Shiraz was okay with the difference!

"He he, cool. So you can hex people right?" Shiraz asked and Makita laughed.

"Yeah, but magic isn't for that reason ya know! That's why the government banned wizards who did magic for money. But yeah…magic powers most of our city now. But

I'm shutting up right now before I go into my speech about how we shouldn't use up magic like that" Makita said, grinning sheepishly to himself. He never could shut up at the right time.

"Yeah I'm learning about that in my school. I don't know, can you use up magic?" Shiraz asked.

"Honestly, I don't know. I don't think you can, I mean, I never felt like my magic is limited, but some wizarding folk's magic is." Makita said, he wanted to get off the topic now, how could he make the conversation switch?

"Yeah, last night the lights were flickering, did you see it?" Shiraz asked Makita's mind deadpanned right then and there. Makita stayed still in the green chair for a few minutes, not shifting at all, it was getting uncomfortable now.

"Where do you live?" Makita asked Shiraz, feeling suspicious. He shifted in his chair making it squeak a bit as his pants rubbed with the cushioning.

"I live on Diggory Street, why?"

"Because currently I'm staying on the same blasted street!" Makita cried, laughing at how coincidental it was. Makita stood up from the chair and started to pace in the red and gold carpet.

"Gods no!" Shiraz exclaimed, he sounded excited.

"Underworld yes! Yeah I saw the lights flicker; saw a cloaked apparition, or something, with a white mask too, by the old oak." Makita said.

Shiraz gasped. "The old oak? At the end of the street?" Shiraz said. 'Is the tree haunted?' Makita thought to himself.

"Yep."

"They say that's where Harry Potter himself died you know" Shiraz said, and Makita felt like he had been hit with twelve stunning charms. Makita walked out of the room and looked through the front door window at the old oak.

'It can't be that old can it?' Makita thought to himself as he stared at the oak, he noticed again that the oak did have a lighting bolt carved into the bark. 'How strange' Makita thought.

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