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A/N I'm not as satisfie with this as I was my other update, but it will have to do. I do hope you enjoy this and thanx for the reviews I got earlier , Okay now I go off to sleepy sleepy land.


"What, I'm up!" Akky cried after hearing the loud thump Makita created. "Makita?" Akky asked, looking at her friend whose face was now pale as a ghost.

"What happened? Another dream?" Akky asked, voice full of concern. Makita only shuddered; the dream had been so real. Makita collected himself as quickly as he could, taking a few deep breaths and pointing his wand at the lamp to make it light up.

The light burst into life and illuminated the whole room, getting rid of the shadows that littered the room's floor. "I dreamt that someone stabbed me in the back, whispering my revenge into my ear. It felt real, Akky! It felt so real." Makita said in a rushed voice, barely catching his breath at the end.

"You know, those stories never mention how Harry Potter died. I remember reading once that he was turned into a god for his power, but then why are you having these dreams? Is someone sending them to you, or are you reliving a life you lived before? Or is it your own imagination Makita?" Akky asked question after question, stopping when she noted Makita was deep in thought.

"I wish I could say it was my own imagination. I really do. But if we both saw that thing by the tree, then maybe these dreams are real. I can't believe I'd be a reincarnation of a god." Makita replied, climbing back onto the table and looking at the books they had been searching only moments before.

Akky frowned, chewing her bottom lip till he saw it bleed a bit. Akky paid the blood no mind and just kept on chewing it in thought. "Akky, would you stop with the lip thing?" Makita said, shuddering at the blood he saw taint his friends lips.

"Sorry." Akky replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Let's just get through the damn holidays alive, okay?" Akky replied, getting grouchy and droopy eyed. Makita sighed, and as he watched his friend go to sleep, he soon fell to the floor, lost in his own world again.


Makita and Akky walked down Diggory Street to meet up with Shiraz at his house and then walked to Serene's, the fiery red head's house. Makita wasn't as nervous as he usually was when going to new places, but then again he liked the thought of being able to spend more time with Shiraz.

As they kept walking down the road they finally caught sight of the dark haired boy at a muggle house. The house looked more symmetrical then most wizarding houses Makita had seen.

Shiraz raised his hand and waved, almost as if unsure that it was Makita and Akky, yet they were wearing wizard robes. They were not that difficult to point out in a crowd.

Makita waved back, looking surer of himself then he felt. Makita knew his family usually didn't celebrate this day, but it did mark that the holidays were almost over. Three more days until he and Akky left for their homes again, it wasn't much time.

Makita knew he would miss being able to see Shiraz regularly but it wasn't like they wouldn't be able to see each other. Makita could always get on a broom and ride it over. It was an older method of wizarding travel, but it could suit Makita's needs.

"Hello Shiraz. So where are we heading?" Makita asked, and Shiraz smiled at him. Makita did love his smile.

"We're going down Diggory Street a bit more, then we'll make a right turn at Munro Lane." Shiraz replied, taking Makita's hand in his own and leading them away from his house, Akky following close behind.

Akky asked the question, because she never celebrated any holidays, about what you did on this day. "So what do you do on the Day of Malfoy?" Akky said, sounding somewhat unsure of what she was getting herself into.

"Nothing special, I guess. Serene likes this day because you can always find games of shooting vampires galore in the stores, not to mention blood pops. I think you'll enjoy it." Shiraz finished off saying, before leading them onto Munro Lane.

Makita was enjoying himself, especially the fruit punch that had been charmed to look like blood. Shiraz seemed uneasy around the punch, though, and whenever Serene tried to give Makita a blood pop Shiraz would glare at her menacingly.

Akky was busy playing a game with a bunch of kids that allowed you to shoot at virtual vampires, and the virtual effects were quite good. Although it showed more gore and blood then any game Makita had ever seen, Akky seemed to enjoy it.

Finally Shiraz made up some excuse to manage to drag Makita out to the backyard. Now without Serene to annoy them, Shiraz finally took advantage of the situation. While Makita went searching around the backyard, Shiraz snuck up on him and tackled him to the ground.

Makita let out a scream of surprise, only to find it snuffed by a pair of lips. Suddenly the engaged themselves in a heated kiss, ignoring anything but the other's mouth. As soon as Makita opened his eyes though, he saw a blonde man where Shiraz was, looking at him with tears in his eyes.

Makita screamed out of shock, sitting up and throwing Shiraz off. "What the hell?" Shiraz cried in surprise and hurt, Makita blushed a deep red and felt a bit guilty for the reaction.

"I'm sorry about that, for a second there I thought you looked blonde. It doesn't suit your face though." Makita was blushing a very deep red by now, and Shiraz only laughed, as if it had been nothing.

"It's okay, I'm sorry for just…" Makita soon cut him off.

"No really, I opened my eyes and saw a blonde man lying on top of me instead of you. I think that punch had something in it." Makita smiled a bit impishly, making Shiraz laugh a little more freely.

"Okay, whatever you say. It does sound like Serene to intoxicate her guests, though, and a very hot guest at that." Shiraz replied, making it sound as if everything was okay. Makita didn't know if it was, something in the way he acted was making it seem to him that there was something wrong.

Makita shook it off; anyone would be a bit dazed if they were thrown off of someone because they were hallucinating or something. Shiraz took Makita by the waist and shoved him back inside the house, their moment unspoken of for the rest of the day.


Makita soon found a few books sitting on a shelf in Serene's house and started to riffle through them, flipping rough page after rough page through his eager fingers. But his eyes skimmed the word "Harry Potter Died" in a bunch of ancient news article clippings.

The scrapbook looked very expensive, and as he stared at the ancient newspaper, Serene walked into the room. "Hello Makita, looking through that book I see. It's been in my family for years. My great, great grandfather had a passion for collecting articles." she explained, gesturing to the many scrapbooks of articles.

"Very ancient articles it looks like to me." Makita replied, gesturing with his finger to the book.

"Yeah I know, it was a little odd. My grandmother said he gave everyone gray hairs. I never knew why, though, he kept that blank page in there." Serene commented, and Makita's head snapped up.

"You can't read it?" Makita asked, looking at the page again, its yellow paper looking rather fragile, yet knew it was probably bound securely by magic.

"Of course not! It's been blank all the time." Serene said, looking at him with wonder and her red curls bouncing around. "You can read it can't you?" she said, finally understanding why he asked her if she could not read it. "Yeah, but it's nothing special. About some ancient minister of magic, corrupted back then probably." Makita replied, not wanting to share with Serene what he could see. Serene shrugged, eyeing him with that look again, like he knew something he was not telling.

Shiraz soon came into the room, eyes narrowing on Serene who eyed him back, a triumphant smirk on her red lips. "Serene, the punch is almost out." he said, before disappearing back into the hall.

"I should go, tell Shiraz I won't steal his pretty boy from him, of course only tell him that if he becomes too sulky. It's fun messing with his head." Serene said, winking at him, her curls bouncing over her shoulders and she left.

Makita looked over the article, seeing a picture of a grave being buried into the ground with a bunch of red heads crying in the background. Makita almost did not catch it, but he saw another grave in the picture, where a dark haired man looked on with anger.

The article read, in black print these very words:

Harry Potter died two days ago at the hands of Lucius Malfoy, angered so by his son's death and his master's, He who must not be named, defeat. We are not sure what exactly happened, only that after he who must not be named fell from Mr. Potter's curse, Malfoy attacked him with a knife curse, holding the body as the knife lodged itself in Harry Potter's back and killed him by puncturing his heart.

Lucius Malfoy is being sentenced to Azkaban and the dementor's kiss for dealings in Dark magic, and killing many innocents, wizards and muggles alike. We will all miss Harry Potter and hope his soul will rest in peace. Arthur Weasley has this to comment "Harry wasn't ready to die, but he doubted he would come out of this war alive. We all lost someone special because of he who must not be named, Harry lost four special someone's. It's time he joined them." The Wizarding world is free because of his sacrifice; many will pay their respects later on during the week.

Makita flipped the article over, but that side remained blank. Makita wondered if he could read this side, maybe Akky could as well? Makita put the book down and went to find her.

It had taken a lot of effort of detaching Akky from kicking the other kid's butts at vicious games, but Makita managed it, saying he only wanted her for a minute. He took her back into the room that held the shelf of books, pointing at the article scrapbook and asking her to take a look at the article.

"Makita, it's a bloody blank page, now let me go so I can kick.. can't remember his name right now, so I can kick his ass!" Akky complained in a whiny voice, but Makita just frowned.

"Then why can I read it?" Makita asked, and Akky raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell does it say Makita?" Akky asked, and Makita sighed, flipping through the pages.

"It's an article two days after Harry Potter's death." Makita said, and Akky frowned, touching the page over and over again. Finally giving up her exanimation she looked back at him.

"You're sure it's not cursed?" Akky asked, and Makita shook his head. "You know muggles get cursed items all the time, it could be cursed." she insisted only to have Makita shake his head at her again.

"What I read was true. I'm very sure of it."

"How can you be so sure?" Akky questioned, looking very doubtful.

"Because the article explains what I felt and saw in my dream." Makita answered. Akky looked at the article for a while longer before sighing and declaring she could not figure it out.

Makita would have asked to take the scrap with them when they left, but it was far too valuable for him to expect a yes.


Akky and Makita said goodbye to Shiraz who stole yet another kiss from Makita and making him blush very red from kissing in public with another male. Akky found it rather entertaining and the anxious mood had lifted somewhat from the two of them turning back into the light mood usually around the pair.

Walking back to the house Makita took one long look at the old oak, trying to place it into his dreams. He did not remember seeing it, though this did not look like the place he had seen in his last dream.

Then again, back then it had been a battlefield of sorts so Makita figured it stupid to recognize anything because it probably had changed a lot.

Makita and Akky did not talk very much for the rest of the day; minds elsewhere on the problem at hand, whatever the true problem was.


Makita sat on his bed later that night, looking in the mirror at his own appearance. He didn't think he was that attractive, not like Shiraz. He had a few nice features, true, but nothing that special.

He found sleep hard that night, and when he finally drifted into an uneasy sleep he kept waking up every half hour. He knew he probably would not have the problem of dreaming tonight, seeing as he couldn't sleep at all.

But as Makita drifted off for the fifth time that night, sleep caught him in its uneasy grasp. And not a single dream came.

Review if you read :P I think this story will be finishing up in four or three chapters. maybe five. I don't know exactly.Is the hallucinating/dreaming thing really exciting? My beta thinks so hehe.