AUTHOR NOTES: Akasha is a Mary Sue. I made her that way on purpose, and the story isn't meant to be serious. It's corny. So, please, if you don't like corniness and Mary Sues, don't read. And if you still decide to, then don't review complaining, because I've already warned you.
Although Akasha already knew all she needed to know about magic, she would always be considered the monster she partly was. Unless she came to Hogwarts, she thought, remembering the deal she had made with Albus Dumbledore, great wizard and headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She would transfer to Hogwarts as a "7th year". No one would know who she was-what she was. She could become a "legal witch" and finally be free of her cruel and heartless "father", Aubrey Valerois.
Dumbledore knew what Aubrey wanted Akasha to become, but Akasha wanted a choice. Dumbledore had promised to help her and conceal her whereabouts from the vampiric world as long as she promised to give up her thirst for human blood except on full moons.
She could survive on animal blood if she had it with every meal and so long as she got some human blood on the full moons. If she didn't, she would die.
Her mother, a witch, would have been proud of her decision to become a full-fledged witch, but her father... If her father ever found out, he'd kill and bring her back to life again just so he could kill her some more.
But here Akasha was, standing at the British trainsway on Platform 9 3/4, staring at the school train in reproach. Students around her chattered excitedly to their friends or hugged their families goodbye. Akasha watched all this in silence, wishing she was a normal teenager with a normal family and friends and a normal life.
Akasha glanced down at her watch and saw she only had a minute or so left until the train departed. She picked up her school trunk, her inhuman strength making it feel as if it were as light as a Chocolate Frog, and stepped onto the train.
She found an empty compartment and sat down, silently staring out the window. From a close distance she heard boys' laughter and then her compartment door slid open.
"Oh, sorry," said a very handsome boy with dark hair that fell elegantly into his eyes. "I didn't know anyone else was in here"
Leisurely, Akasha looked him up and down, her jade-green eyes piercing. "Don't mind me," she said huskily, her voice thick with an implacable accent. "I don't bite." She smiled wickedly at her secret joke.
The boy smiled back at her as he and his three friends took seats. His dark eyes were appreciative. "I'm Sirius Black," he said, and then he pointed to his friends as he added, "and this is James Potter, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew"
"I'm Akasha. Akasha Valerois," she said and recrossed her long mocha-colored legs.
Sirius' eyes darted downward at her movement, taking in her pleated schoolgirl miniskirt and black stilettos. "So, what house are in?" he said, still looking down.
"First of all," she lifted his chin up, "I'm up here. And second, I don't know yet"
"There's no way you can be a first year," he said disbelievingly.
"No, I'm a 7th year. I just transferred"
"From where"
"South Africa," she answered evasively.
"We're 7th years, too," Peter broke in. "And we're all in Gryffindor"
"That's nice." She flipped her dark chocolate brown hair behind her shoulders and stared out the window again.
Hours went by and the sky darkened into night. Akasha knew they must be getting close to Hogwarts. She was already in her school uniform- skirt and white dress shirt tied up above her navel to show off her belly ring- but the boys were still in their Muggle clothing.
"We're close to school, I'm guessing. Why don't I step out into the hall while you boys get dressed?" she said and slipped open the compartment door.
"You can stay and watch," Sirius suggested mischievously.
"Maybe another time," she promised as the door slid shut behind her.
Hogwarts was probably the most extravagant place she had ever been. The Great Hall was lined with five long tables and the ceiling was enchanted to look like the evening sky. As she walked toward the Sorting Hat, Dumbledore caught her eye and winked. She smiled nervously back. She sat down on the stool and felt Professor McGonagall place the old wizards' hat on her head.
"Hmm...interesting...very interesting..." the hat observed.
Akasha knew that only she could hear this, but she still felt quite nervous that it would shout her secret to the whole school.
"Where to put you..." it said. "You're strong... brave...with a thirst to prove yourself... How about... GRYFFINDOR!!!"
At its shout the Gryffindor table burst into a tumultuous applause, Sirius standing on his seat and hooting for her.
Akasha decided to sit by him. He gave her an ingratiating grin. She smiled back.
"So, what does a girl have to do to get some food around here?" she joked.
"Kiss me and I might tell you," he said wickedly.
She chuckled. This one was going to be trouble. "I think I can manage on my own"
Dumbledore stood and the great hall silenced. "There are times for speeches, but this is not one of them. Tuck in!" he said joyously.
Magically, food appeared on the plates and everyone began to eat. Akasha looked down into her goblet. The drink in hers was red, not the orange Pumpkin juice of her fellow students'. She took a large gulp and fought not to grimace as she swallowed. Rodent blood, she thought with disgust, knowing she was going to have to get used to it.
"I thought you were hungry," Sirius said, watching her.
Akasha finished her "drink" hurriedly and fastidiously wiped any traces of blood from her lips. "Starving," she said at last, emphasizing the word sexily.
"Try some of this treacle tart; it's really good," he said, dishing it onto her plate.
She took a small experimental bite, and then, liking it, sighed and let her eyes flutter shut in bliss.
Sirius cleared his throat, watching her avidly as she licked her lips. "I take it you... like it"
"Mmm... yes..." She looked at him. "Where I'm from, we eat rice, meat, and maybe a few squash-like vegetables. We don't have very interesting foods-at least not to a native"
"Oh... But I thought African foods were supposed to be spicy"
"Oh, it is. So spicy it sets your tongue on fire if you are not used to it... But it's always the same flavor, same meat, same everything. There is not much diversity." She chuckled. "Do not get me wrong; I love my home. There just comes a time when my absence brings... serenity?" She paused, trying to find the right words. "I do not know how to explain... I have many things back home that bring me great joy... but there are also things that bring me great sadness. The things that brought me joy... they... they do not overpower the bad anymore. It is good to get away, to breathe... I am sorry. You probably do not want to hear this," she apologized, turning back to her plate.
"No! It's interesting. It's not common for people to transfer here, so it's always the same people. And besides, I love it when you talk to me. You have the sexiest accent I've ever heard." Sirius gave her a cute puppy-dog pout. "Come on, I wouldn't mind learning more about you. In fact, I insist upon it"
She smiled slightly. "You have away with words," she said sarcastically, hair falling into her face.
"I can do a lot more with my mouth"
Without thinking, he gently brushed the fallen lock of hair out of her eyes, letting his fingertips linger on her cool cheek. He leaned forward, his hand now cupping the back of her neck.
All of a sudden there was a crashing noise at the far end of the hall. Sirius and Akasha looked up at the sound. A tall, thin, pale 7th year with long greasy black hair had accidentally pulled the Slytherin tablecloth off the table as he got up, sending all the food, dishes and silverware crashing to the floor.
"Nice going, Snivellus," Sirius said cruelly, laughing.
Akasha frowned at Sirius and got up. She walked over to the boy, who was lying on his back covered in broken dishes and food.
"Are you all right?" she asked, sticking out a hand to help him.
Sirius ran up beside her. "What are you doing"
"You know, just because you think you're some big shot doesn't give you the right to treat others like crap," she said, glaring.
"It's Snivellus; he's a walking grease-trap!" Sirius yelled, disgusted.
Akasha turned away from him with a loud "humph!". She still held a hand out to the boy. "Are you going to take my hand or not"
He looked at her for a moment, clearly surprised and suspicious and then put his hand in hers. She pulled him up and took out her wand. He stepped away quickly and went for his own wand, thinking she was going to jinx him.
"Evannesco!" she said with a quick, expert flick from her wand. Instantly the food on his robes vanished, leaving them slightly cleaner.
"Snivellus" put his wand away and relaxed. "Thanks," he said grudgingly. And then he looked at her.
It was as if he hadn't really seen her before. His mouth dropped open as he took in every detail of her. She had thick, dark brown hair that fell just past her shoulders, smooth medium brown skin and intense jade-green eyes that seemed to stare right through him. Her body was curvy yet slightly muscular, a teaser of what lay beneath her clothes. Her breasts, like two ripe cantaloupes, were full against the thin cotton of her shirt, the buttons straining to contain them. She radiated power and confidence. The definition of exotic.
"I... I..." he said absently, staring avidly at the cleavage her lacy black bra provided.
She smiled knowingly. "You're welcome." She held out her hand again. "I'm Akasha Valerois. And you are"
Shakily he took her hand. "I'm...? I'm... Oh- Severus. Severus Snape"
"Well, I'll see you around, Severus," she said politely, and, ignoring Sirius, walked off.
Ok, so there you have it! The first installment of VGC!! I'd love to hear what you think of it! Also, if anyone gets curious, this is the picture that inspired me for Akasha:
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