Disclaimer: IDon't own Harry Potter

A/N I love this story lol...for some reason i like it best out of all my stories -snickers to self- Mm it gets confusing but i'm taking in the time idea..and the idea's are kinda far fetched but i don't care xD I like it! Finally the line bar works..wasnt before and it was driving my crazy!


Makita didn't know what to think. So, he did what he usually did when he was confused: he looked it up in one of his books. He fingered the black book delicately, as he did with all his books, and set it down on his black pants. The Dark Days was the title of the book, and Makita loved reading it.

He opened the book to its first page and flipped through the pages, feeling the rough texture on his finger tips as the page's turned. He glanced at the chapters, The Dementor's, The Vampire's first form, The Death Eaters. Makita's eye's stopped on this chapter.

'The Death Eaters?' Makita knew this, but this page seemed to have pictures on it. He got such a surprise when he noticed that the picture was exactly like the ghostly figure he had seen the other night he dropped the book onto the floor.

The book hit the floor with a loud thump; Makita looked down and gasped. The book lay open on it's spine, showing Makita a page a picture of a boy with bright green emerald eyes, jet black hair that looked wind blown, and a scar right on his forehead. A lighting scar that resembled the one he had seen engraved in the old oak.

Makita picked his book up gently, and read the paragraph's under the picture.

Harry Potter was known as the Boy Who Lived. He brought the world its salvation as most of the books from the Dark Days period claim. Now seen as a god, we sometimes forget what the scar meant to the wizarding world back then, not just the man himself. The scar meant that there was a power to relieve them of the evil that lay in the demon He Who Must Not be Named, and was as much a symbol to them as Harry Potter the protector is to us now.

Harry Potter is said by religious followers to be the world's protector and protector of the veil between spirit world and real. Some people argue he was just a real person, powerful enough to cause the destruction of He Who Must Not be Named. Although no record has ever been found that any Wizard could be that powerful to destroy a demon.

Makita's eyes widened, the scar. Makita had to know more about that tree, he was staying at his grandmother's for another week so he and Akky, if he could manage to drag her along, would solve whatever was happening by then. The one question running through Makita's head, why was the scar so important? What did it represent?


"Makita, you've lost it!" Akky exclaimed as he dragged her onto the neighbor's front steps. He was going to ask the old lady for some information, and by god he was going to get it! With Akky's help, whether she was willing or not.

"Shush Akky; I want to know more about that tree!" Makita said, and knocked on the front door of the house. The door was simple in itself, no strange designs like his house had all over its door to implore protection on the household.

The door creaked open and the old lady appeared in a soft ray of green light. "How may I help you?" she asked, smiling at the two teens. Makita stood there looking confident and stubborn, while Akky shuffled her feet around and darted her eyes back to Makita's grandmother's house.

"Ummm, I would like to ask you about that tree in your front yard. You know the one you caught me in a few days ago?" Makita asked, pinching Akky on the arm.

Akky jumped, but didn't say a word to him. She just glared and kicked him, agreeing that she was paying attention but he was not to annoy her. She smiled cruelly when Makita yelped in pain and bent down slightly, feeling a jab of pain shoot up his leg. 'Vicious friend I have' he thought.

"Oh yes, you're the bright young lad." Akky snorted at that comment. "Well what would you like to know?" the lady said. Makita smiled. At least the lady was being nice about this, she could have told them to scram like the little punks they were. Well, that Akky was anyways!

"Is it true that Harry Potter died where the tree is?" Akky asked Makita cringed slightly at how straight-forward she was at times, but he suspected she wanted to get this over and done with so she could go eat some of that cake his mother was baking.

"Well, as long as I can remember, that spot has always been feared. Like wizards can feel a force there or something. I can't feel anything mind you, but sometimes I see a black cloak moving about. I guess it could be some lost soul searching for revenge against the god." the lady explained, looking rather intently on the old oak.

Makita nodded, the black cloaked figure had bees seen more then once then. He was going to have to do some research on the spot, figure out more about it. Akky decided for herself that they had a good enough chat, and took it upon herself to dismiss them. Dragging Makita off the lawn and into the house she left him in the hall to get some of the wonderful smelling cake.

Makita looked at the old oak yet again, wishing he could figure out what was going on with that spot and the spirit world.


Makita lay down on the floor with Akky, as his cousin's went out side to play Quidditch. Makita felt very drowsy and Akky didn't want to hang around with those losers, as she put it.

Makita let his heavy eyelids droop and feel into a light slumber, while Akky amused herself with reading a graphic novel. Makita turned on his side and was sucked into the dream world once again.

Makita was on a broom; he knew it. He could feel the wind pushing through his hair and the feel of being able to let go of the world and embrace himself in one thing: flying. Makita had never felt this way about flying, but for some reason he knew it was how he felt, always had been.

Makita was racing for something, what was he racing for? He saw it, right beside a blonde boys head. Wait he knew the blonde did he not? What was his name…? The blonde turned into Shiraz for some reason. Makita was asleep so he could never comprehend why this happened, but it did.

Makita caught the little golden ball, the snitch, in his hand, laughing cruelly at the shocked look on Shiraz's face. Makita didn't feel guilt, like he would have if it had been Shiraz who looked so disappointed. For some reason, he felt a distinct dislike for Shiraz, which was not the case in reality. Before Makita knew it he was pulled out of his dream.

Makita woke up on the floor, feeling a crick in his neck. Makita vowed never to take a nap on he floor again, he felt sore in his arms and neck and shoulders. Makita looked up to see all his cousins looking at him oddly, and Akky staring at him like he was an alien.

"What?" Makita asked, in a rather hoarse voice from just waking up.

"Who's Malfoy?" Arelane asked him. Looking at him questioningly, raising her eyebrow at him and wearing the expression 'Who are you and where is Makita?'

"Malfoy?" Makita asked, confused. He probably looked like an idiot right at this moment, and he sure as heck felt like one!

"Malfoy, as in name you were growling out during your sleep." Akky responded, frowning in thought at her bemused friend.

"I wouldn't know, what's a Malfoy anyways?" Makita asked. He sat up on the floor, resting his back on the big pillow seat behind him. He sighed and ruffled his

"I wouldn't know Makita; you're the one saying it too!" Akky replied harshly, glaring at him.

Makita returned the glare, wasn't his fault he was dreaming things that were so weird, and so unlike his own life, that he couldn't explain it.

Review!! I need reviews to know how I'm doing and all...always need a good idea here and there to help me with writing skills (mine aint perfect by far)