Dislclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

A/N holy... Been so long since I updated this story x.o I don't like to leave a story alone, so I had to update it. Hopefully I can actually get somewhere with this x.o I dunno.. I might stop writing this story altogether. My updates are completly random now, If I feel the story is due for an update, I'll update o.o This chapter is short cause it's all I could think of for now x.o


Makita's grandmother thought he was crazy when he asked her about the dream, saying he thought too much about the unknown. Makita wanted to tell her he didn't think, things just happened to him.

"Your grandmother's right Makita. You're looking into these dreams more then what's healthy for you. I mean it's two days till that day of whatever, so maybe we should get your head looked at before you meet Shiraz again. I think he'll like knowing you're certifiably sane before he spends too much time with you." Akky said, looking at him with mocking eyes.

"Shut it Akky, you smart ass." Makita growled, and turned away from her to go outside for fresh air. The sun had set and the moon was glowing with its pale light, without a cloud in the sky.

Akky followed him out, of course, looking at the tree as if sizing it up. "Makita, that tree is just a tree. They're just old wives tales you know." she said, but Makita shook his head.

"Something about that tree, I can feel it, as if it's pulling me towards it." Makita said, and started to walk over to it.

"Makita, I would like to point out that it's a tree, therefore has no way of pulling you towards it since it cannot move." Akky pointed out, and Makita wanted to tell her she had a point. The old oak indeed still felt like something to him, if he could only find out what that was.

Makita got to the tree and started to look around it, trying to figure out if there was such a thing as an entrance to the tree, like a hole where he could peek into the tree and discover a secret. Akky sighed and sat down on the grass, pulling it out and playing with it absent-mindedly.

Makita felt something poke his back and turned around, letting out a scream. There stood a black phantom, bony hand pointing at him accusingly. It looked like a skeleton, only with flesh still stuck to its bones and a black cloak flowing around it. Akky looked back when she heard the scream and her mouth turned into a big O.

Makita felt his body stiffen, and he couldn't move, all that ran through his head was 'I must run, run damnit, move legs!' But his legs didn't move, he didn't think they could. It was as if his body were hoping that the thing wouldn't see him if he didn't move.

"My revenge…" it rasped, going closer to Makita with black holes where its eyes were supposed to be. Akky then ran into it, not the smartest thing to do, but she did, and as soon as her body contacted it, the thing disappeared as if it was never there.

Makita dropped to the ground against the tree trunk. "Makita." Akky choked, as if she had been drowning in ice cold water, and she clutched her sides, as if trying to warm herself up.

"Yes?" Makita asked, his voice braking and he shuddered, holding himself and glad he was alive.

"I believe you." she said simply, before slumping to the ground. Makita nodded, starting to stand up and help his friend up as well.

They both ran back to the house as fast as they could, slamming the door shut to the surprise of Makita's relatives and running upstairs to Makita's room. It was like an unspoken conversation; figure out what the hell that thing was.


Makita groaned as he read the passage about ghosts haunting people for revenge. Akky then slammed a book down in front of his face with aggression he was used to, but this was a scared Akky, he hadn't known she could get scared.

The page she had the book at was staring up at him. And he took one look at it and raised an eyebrow. "Akky how is this relevant? It's a poem." Makita said, sighing at his friend.

"Yeah a poem that you showed me. What if during these Dark Days you so believe in, a spirit was killed and wants its revenge?" Akky said, looking sincere about this for once. Makita couldn't believe it, she usually laughed at him when he talked about the Dark Days, and now she was taking it seriously, well sort of.

2000 years ago, or so they say,
Our world was at its darkest day.
A hero, so bold and brave
Came down from heaven to save
The fight with the one who was never named.
Saved the order, and no longer was this world pained
And once a year we worship his love,
While he watches over us from above.

Makita re-read the poem again, and knowing Akky, she might have a point. It had been a war, people were bound to hate and hold grudges if they lost the war. But why exactly, was something trying to talk to him about its revenge?

Makita didn't know, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to.


Makita and Akky stayed up a good part of the night trying to find anything on Harry Potter and who his enemies were, but the texts just mainly showed how Harry Potter triumphed and killed them all. Not once was it mentioned about who might hold a grudge and try to take their revenge even after death.

Akky was now sprawled out on the floor, snoring loudly as her head rested beside and open book. Makita tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't, and felt his heavy eye lids close, as he slumped in his chair onto the desk. His face meeting his arm over the book he was staring blankly at.

Makita didn't notice his mother look in, and frown at the sight, shaking her head, and closing the door, deciding not to ask what the heck the two teenagers were up to.

You know you have to do something, and as a black cloaked figure with red eyes moves towards your house, you act, throwing the curse at him with as much hate as you can muster. You've never felt this much power, or hate, coursing through you as green tendrils fall to the ground, scorching it.

Your target turns and tries to throw a curse back but it's too late, and you know it, the green lights consume him. The only chance he has is to hope that the curse only strips him of his magic source, and not his life.

The body of your enemy falls to the ground and with him, so does your life. Someone has come up behind you and stuck something through your heart, whispering 'My revenge.'

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