Harry Potter and the Angel of Darkness

Okay, here's my warning. If you don't like new characters in these types of stories, press the back button now. In this story there is sexual content, swearing (I mean god she is a teenager) and of course odd moments. Hope you like it.

Chapter One: Dumbledores Discovery

Dumbledore closed his book, making the member's of the order jump in fright. Dumbledore hadn't been this active since before Sirius's death last year, and he hadn't had that glint in his eye since Voldemort was practically labelled as dead. Even Fred and George now that they were 'of age' were aloud into this meeting. But sadly the underage's who were evidentally at school weren't aloud in.

"Albus, I am confused. What you've been saying is jiberish. Please, tell us what is going on." Molly pleaded. Dumbledore started pacing around the table, making all of the individual members feel uncomfortable.

"Alright Molly. What if I told you, there is a chance I could bring Sirius Black back from the Veil of Hoobasku?" He asked. Fred and George snickered.

"Veil of hoo-what-hoo?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, really Dumbledore. We may be 'of age' but we aren't as smart as you." George finished. Dumbledore chucked.

"Veil of Hoobasku, made by the house-elves. Quite interesting actually. While they were forced at the beginning of time they created their own language. Reminding me or black slavery how they would sing songs to tell others near by what was happening. Well, they made up their own language. 'Hoobasku' is the Elvish (house elf of course) word for 'death'." Dumbledore told. Fred and George looked at each other.

"Wow, how appealing." George commented.

"Yeah, hey everyone! Let's go on vacation!" Fred laughed. Molly hushed them to allow Dumbledore to speak. He thanked her and continued.

"Very true Mr. Weasley's but the problem is Sirius Black has, in fact, died." Everyone's face seemed to drop. Even Mrs. Weasley's who had a giant smile once plastered on it.

"Oh, Albus. I thought you said this was good news?" Remus sighed his head in his un-injured hand. Dumbledore once again continued.

"As I was saying. In fact, he did technically die, but, he did not at the same time. This veil, this loop in the universe for lack of better term has taken Sirius Black to an alternate dimension. This is where all the house elves master's went once they died. It was almost like a burial ground, but it was like what the Ancient Egyptians used to call 'the after life'."

"So, what you're saying is Sirius is dead, but isn't? Please, narrow it down." Snape sighed. Dumbledore suddenly went serious, acknowledging his request.

"Sirius went to the world of the dead, but did not die along the journey." He concluded shortly.

"Are you sure? Don't get the children's hopes up." Molly pleaded. Dumbledore nodded. "I am absolutely sure. The only problem is that there are horrible...how would you say it?...Twists. But they are all worth it."

"What would those be?" But MadEye was already on top of it.

"Those are difficult. But no problem. I know a man in Europe who could get us the Giocorn rope." He grunted.

"Excellent." Dumbledore nodded to him.

"Wait! HOLD IT!" The twins shouted. "We could get somethings too...if we knew what they were. So come on! Tell us what the things we need are."

"Giocorn rope. A special rope. On the other side of the equador, there is a giant...gap in what appears to be the earth itself. That gap was a separation between Unicorns and Giocorns. That simple gap was the difference between the two creatures entirely." He paused. "Unicorns we have all seen, with beautiful silver blood, white crystal fur, crystal blue eyes, and a silver mane and golden horn. Giocorns are different. They have green blood, along with dark green eyes, dark blue fur and dark blue mane and horn. This gap created the difference between light creatures, and creatures of darkness. We need a rope braided together from the mane and or tail hair from a Giocorn because we are going somewhere dark, we need something to disguise the person from the darkness." He explained. Everyone nodded hanging on his every word. "We need some sort of light which, no matter what would never go out. That is something I still need to do more research on. Also, we still need a peace offering to the creatures guarding the land so we may enter (which we can always do) but leave. We need something they can keep in place of Sirius." He told.

"Alright." Fred said to break the silence. "Me 'n George could create that 'everlasting light thinger'." Fred announced.

"Also, I bet we could defininatly make them some decoy whatever to give as a so called 'peace offering'." George told proudly.

"You will do no such thing!" Mrs. Weasley scolded. "Don't you think that those people are so stupid they'd buy into one of your-"

"No Molly. That is an excellent idea." Dumbledore interrupted.

"WHAT!" The twins and Mrs. Weasley yelled.

"You can't really believe that they---"

"That's right, Mum." George smiled leaning on the back legs of his chair with his feet on the table. Fred followed.

"He thinks we're geniouses."

"Which we are."

"Very true George."

"Don't get big headed. He never said you were geneous's." Molly grumbled.

"Okay, so we'll get on that light, and we'll get on that 'peace offering'." The twins smirked. There was a silence.

"Albus?" Remus asked. "I would be honoured if I could go in to get him." Dumbledore shook his head. "No, Remus. That is the other twist. It has to be...immidiate family." Dumbledore sighed.

"But...oh no. You're not thinking..." Remus told.

"That's right. Everyone, I think I should tell you something I had sworn to secrecy. Sirius Black has a child." Everyone gasped. "This child...has extraordinarily large capabilities. The child is a Spiritual. This child was set up for adoption when Sirius Black was placed in Azkaban as the mother, you all must have known her, Clare McBeth, would have nothing to do with the child. The child was taken to Canada to a family there and there she has stayed sadly, I could get no one to find out what happened after the child's unfortunate accident." He sighed.

"Accident?" Remus and Dumbledore caught eyes nervously.

"Yes. The accident."

Akasha dreamily stared out the window. Her head was tilted a bit, letting her unwashed brown tangled hair droop unhappily and her silver eyes gaze out at the almost same coloured window. "Akasha?" Nurse George asked. She was the bitchy one. Akasha had made mental notes about them all. Nurse George came in, her silver hair tied in a bun and her old wrinkled skin covered by her nurses outfit. "How are you feeling today?" She asked. Akasha lifted her shoulders with all the strength she could gather and let them fall. "How weak?" Again she tried repeating it but found it was harder to keep them in the risen position for too long. "Well, how about if I told you that you have some visitors?" She asked, she sneered. Nurse George hated when Akasha had visitors because they were always the same people. Either the police or those five children. What were their names? Dark, Phillip, Storm and those other boy...what was his name? Lucifer...what an odd name. Lucifer was not supposed to be a teenager's name. Very peculiar though that they all looked so close to Akasha's unique appearance. She wheeled into the room. "Well, you do." She said once she got no answer from Dark. "Have you eaten your food?" Akasha turned around glaring at her with her moonlight eyes. She glared at the unwrapped food. "You know, if you go on like this for another week you are going to get very sick. Then I'm going to have to be the one to deal with you. So straighten out before I have to make some late night trips which include a belt and whip." She hissed. The girl locked eyes with her and though the old woman tried to stop it a shiver slid down her spine and she couldn't help but swallow to moisten her throat. "Don't look at me like that young lady. Now, get downstairs, or I won't let you go at all. Nurse Aims is waiting to take you down." Akasha had also made a mental note that nurse Aims was the nice one. She went past the nurse, purposely hitting her in the shoulder while passing, hard. The old small woman stumbled while Akasha kept walking in her uncomfortable clothes. Nurse Aims was waiting as said. Her white hair as in an odd way where it was pulled back but curled at the back of her head. Her dark eyes smiling to greet Akasha. After all, it wasn't every day that a fourteen (turning fifteen) year old child was forced to go through two months in the phsyciatric hospital. "Let's go." The nurse said with a smile taking her arm. "Your friends are waiting. No, not the police." She said reading her mind. Akasha's corners of her mouth twitched. They made their way down the stairs as people pinned themselves against the glass pleading to be let out to see their own friends or family. She was placed in a room with glass all around it and she could see all the security guards all around it. She heard the doors ugly high pitched beep, meaning her friends were entering. First Dark came in. Akasha's gothic friend. He had dyed black hair and dark brown eyes. He had semi-pale skin to make him look even more gothic. Dark sat down in front as everyone else came out. Next was Phillip, every time Akasha saw him she wanted to be sick. She didn't even know why this...boy was hanging out with them. He had dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. Not dark as in full black, but maybe half or 1/3. He was second tallest other then Charlie. But Charlie could never come here. He was having problems of his own. So he could never visit. Lucifer came in. Lucifer. He was almost like Akasha's brother...well he treated her like a little sister. So she pretended they were. Lucifer had tanned skin same as she did, but his eyes were piercingly dark and his hair was sugar brown or dark brown depending. He also had the same ability as Akasha and Storm. You could all read, and speak to each other in your minds. You never told Phillip, Charlie, and Dark of this though. They already thought you three were weird. They didn't need to know you could hear each other's thoughts and answer them without being heard. Storm had curly hair which was a blonde brown, tanned skin and of course her amethyst-brown eyes. They all sat down in front of Akasha. They looked at her horrible appearance. Akasha had always been skinny, but now she looked anorexic, she used to have beautiful long silky hair down to her waiste, now it had twigs and leaves in it. She used to have a troublesome glint in her eye, but now her eyes were dull of bordom, pain, sleep deprivation, and worst of all sadness. Akasha wasn't one to be sad.

"Well, how are you doing?" Dark finally asked. She just shook her head. Her spirit had clearly been destroyed in this past month and three weeks.

"Think about it optimistically. You're out in a week." Storm uplifted. Again she just shook her head, defeated.

Did you bring it? The words sketched into Storm's mind. She looked at Akasha. I'm so sorry, I couldn't. Charlie caught me. Thought I was up to no good. She wrote back. You didn't bring it anyways? She asked. Storm shook her head. Charlie would have found out. We wouldn't want that to happen. Akasha shrugged. If you say so. Personally I don't think we should be lying. They believed me. They trusted me. And we both know I wasn't lying about him, and it, and most of all I wasn't lying when I admitted what I did.

"We didn't find anything. We're so sorry. Don't worry...we'll be out waiting at the doors as soon as you get out. We'll make sure no media finds you." Phillip told. Akasha shook her head.

"No." Finally. She spoke. "I know Toronto like the back of my hand." She told. "I'll meet you at Storm's." She told.

"You sure?" Lucifer asked worried.

"I need that time alone. It may not be clean air, and it won't be a nature-full walk, but it's a start from the plastic and ceramic around this place." She whispered. They nodded. Another beep went Storm looked out one of the glass panels. "It's only been two minutes!" She said showing them her watch. The men still came in.

"Times up."

"But...but..." Storm complained.

"STORM!" Everyone jumped looking at the ever quiet Akasha. She was standing and looking brave. "Do it." Do it before I send this place up in flames. I don't like him grabbing you like that. I don't want to hurt anyone. Storm, Dark, Lucifer and Phillip left. Leaving her in a pit of white. Even in the pureness...innocence the room wanted to give her. Akasha still felt overwhelmed by the darkness.