Chapter 2: Akasha's escape

Even though she was let out of the asylum a week later, she felt she had escaped. She had not been aloud out at all. Yes, there was lots of poperatzy awaiting her – she could hear them – but it didn't matter. Akasha was clever...clever enough to get away from stupid average people stuck in their average lives, with boring average everyday familiarities.

She walked to the front of the building, seeing everyone swarming with news camera's and cameras. Bob (the awesome security guard) let her leave out the side way. People were waiting for her out front, and she somehow had to get out onto the main road. She looked around the ally way. There were two ways out. The first, going and facing the media. She snickered at her hopeful thinking. You can't face the media, but they can face you, and while they're at it, they can angrily spit questions at you. Killing you from the outside in.

The second way, she could climb up the fire escape to the top of the building, jump atop the building beside it and climb down the fire escape on that one.

Bingo.

Akasha jumped to reach the fire escape. She grabbed hold with her right hand and then brought up her left. She yanked, making sure it would be able to support her while she was just inches off the ground instead of almost all the way up. It held. She, the flexible Gymnastics star she had always been pulled her legs up to the bar, then wrapped her legs around a bar higher up swinging her torso up to grab it. Now she could climb normally. She climbed up quickly, remaining silent. She went along the top of the building, ran across the top of the building. There was a six foot difference between buildings. She could jump it...

Who was she kidding? No she couldn't. Worst thing to happen was she falls down and dies and experiences the mysteries of death. Best thing that could happen is she gets across and away from all the lurking eyes of the media.

Good odds.

She went back about twenty feet and ran at the edge. She jumped as far as she could...she had never been good in longjump, but this hadn't had to have a specific footing. She didn't have to land with both fear, she could land on a leap or whatever else she wanted. She landed, but not how she had expected. She had just started to re-descend when she hit the building and her arms flew up reflexively, she grasped the edge. Her knee throbbed. She had hit it hard and if it wasn't broken it was bruised horribly. She pulled herself up, slowly, confidently. She gasped for air, as it seemed she had been holding her breath in hope. She started walking (with a slight limp) to the other side of the building and climbed down the fire escape. She walked streets...blocks...minutes...to Storm's hang out. A tree house in a large tree in the middle of a forest which was in the middle of a giant park. They awaited her as she climbed, but before she did anything she peeled back her grey pant leg and looked at her knee. Oh yeah, it was bruised. It was already an ugly purple and yellow, and there was blood seeping from a tear in her skin. But it hurt more then it looked. She ignored it.

"Welcome back to normality." Storm smiled.

"This technically isn't normality." Dark told. "In case you haven't noticed, we're in a tree house, in a park, because we're all homeless."

"Yeah, it's weird that we were all friends since forever and suddenly we all became homeless." Phillip added.

"Not all of us." Akasha sighed. "Where is Charlie?" You asked looking around. He was no where to be seen. Storm sighed.

"I dunno. He probably couldn't get away from his folks."

"His abusive folks." Lucifer added.

"C'mon. We all know we shouldn't leave him alone! Why would you leave him there? That's worse then the asylum." Akasha scolded.

"He's fine. He's fought 'em off before, he'll do it again if necessary."

"Only you would think that." Lucifer laughed. "Charlie and Akasha sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

"What are you, grade one?" Akasha asked throwing a pillow at him.

"No, but he's right." Dark smirked. "You're head over heals." Akasha glared evily.

"I don't do love, I don't do like, I don't do poser's and I don't do pain." She chanted. They had made that up before she was placed in the asylum. "Power, will, life, death, and courage." She finished.

"Power, will, life, death, and courage." They all chanted back.

An owl fluttered to the window (A square hole in the wall) and perched on it. Everyone laughed a bit as they also let out a sigh.

"Charlie's here." They all laughed.

Charlie had an odd ability of animals listening to him and him being able to understand them. This being said they followed him everywhere. Especially this once baby owl who had followed him around for a good year. Kinda like Akasha's stocker. This beautiful pure white husky with pure white eyes followed her everywhere...beautiful really. She kind of...took it in if that's what you would call it when you have no home to take it in to. She ended up calling this dog 'Frozen' but normally 'Froze'. The dog however had not followed Akasha back...which was odd because it always appeared to be able to trace her. Oh well. She knew her Froze would come back to her. They heard Charlie climbing the latter to the tree. And Akasha held her breath.

"God! Leave me alone, Alinta!" He called to the young owl. He pulled himself up. With his great muscles. Akasha thought, in her thoughts that she knew Storm or Lucifer wouldn't hear.

Charlie wasn't really his name. But Akasha also liked to call him 'Solei' in her minds eye because to her Charlie was 'The Sun King'. With his sun-kissed skin, his bright blue eyes, his beautifully sculpted muscles and of course his head of blonde curls Okay, just so you all know, I am totally basing Charlie on my personal obsession for the ever – so – hot JEREMY SUMPTER! Because I love him and now all of my favourite hot celeb. Actors are here (Jeremy Sumpter, Daniel Radcliffe, Tom Felton) He didn't look at Akasha, obviously forgetting this was the day she got out. She didn't mind though, he had enough problems. Being beaten by his parents and all...lucky. At least he had parents. Everyone here had a story about all their parents, except Akasha. No, that would be a lie. She had two stories. She had been through two adoption homes, each turning out in disaster and in between she was living on the streets. That's where she met Dark. Dark's father was homeless too...but he couldn't get Dark off of him so Dark lived on the streets. But soon, one winter Dark's dad gave away the last blanket to him, and died from the cold.

Lucifer had been through six adoption agencies and nine foster parents, none of whom wanted to keep him once they found out about his horrible mind reading abilities, and of course his odd...well to be frank 'Wiccan' abilities they ditched him. No one appreciated his respect for Wicca. And Wicca was (believe it or not) all of their religion. They all believed someone else was out there. And something was. They knew it.

Phillip. Well, no one really knew where Phillip came from, all he would ever say was that his parents were ass-holes and he was kicked out. Why, when, and where they lived no one knew.

Storm was a different story. She ran away, not able to take her parents anymore. They had been so...abusive, cruel, and other horrible things that Storm did not dare tell any of the stories to any of the members of their group. She only told them it was 'too bad for words'.

Akasha's story came next. From when she remembered she was in the adoption agency...and then she escaped. She escaped from everywhere now a days...and she was glad for the practice. Then she was auctioned off to a foster family, who seemed perfect. Too perfect. Their idea's about god and life and death and just about everything else annoyed her and ate her to the core. She ran onto the streets and she never heard from them again. The second family was the worst...the second family-

"God it's cold." Charlie said warming up his hands. "Coldest November I've ever remembered." He rubbed them together.

"When's Akasha---Akasha!" He said finally noticing her in the silence. They had all waited for him to say something. They all knew how much Akasha 'liked him'. What did they know? They never liked anyone. Besides, Akasha would never be able to bring herself to date Charlie. Charlie and Storm broke up a year ago. And for three years she's wanted to date him. But she had never spoke up.

"Hey!" She smiled. "How are you? How are they?" Akasha asked referring to his parents.

"As bad as ever. But I'm okay. I'll tough it out." He nodded.

"Ready for our monthly full moon spell?" Storm interrupted their eye contact. Charlie's eyes snapped to her.

"Ready as ever." He smiled.

"Good. What we wishing for today?"

"Tonight." Dark corrected Storm.

"Yeah, whatever. What we wishing for tonight?"

"Same thing we do every time." Lucifer interjected.

"Wish for something better." Everyone said.

Dumbledore looked at Bill, Mad Eye, Remus, Tonks, Charlie, and Snape. What an odd place Canada is.

"Look how busy the streets are." Charlie remarked.

"Look how dirty the streets are." Tonks added.

"Look how many homeless people there are." Bill added.

"It's disgusting." Mad Eye hissed.

"It's Muggle infested." Snape sneered.

"It's infested with pollution." Remus shook his head in disappointment.

"It's the place." Dumbledore put an end to the insults of the conversation. Everyone looked at him. He just shrugged.

"Dumbledore, how could Sirius's child be here?" Remus asked. "If I knew Sirius, which I did he would have never been in a place like this. Neither would his kid." Dumbledore closed his eyes. There was a silent pause as he tried to find them.

"They are in a tree house in a park right now." Dumbledore foretold.

"Well. Let's go find it. Which park?" Bill asked looking around.

"That one."

"What one?" Tonks asked.

"The one fourteen kilometers away." Dumbledore told. Everyone let out a moan. "No apparating. To many people are around."

"All homeless dirtbags who probably all deserve-"

"No one deserves poverty Severus." Dumbledore scolded. "Let's go find the child." Dumbledore announced walking towards the west, not waiting for anyone to follow.

Forty Minutes Later

"That's it." Dumbledore told from the ground looking up at the old tree house. It wasn't that high up in the tree. He could hear voices chanting and speaking. The holes acting as the door, window, and maybe even just a hole in the wood shone in a dancing light. Candles.

"Listen." Tonks whispered.

They could hear people chanting over top of the wind.

'Wish us luck in lives new tidings,'

'Wish us rid of fear and hidings,'

'Wish us love and hope and dreams,'

'Wish us all that life can bring.'

'As life is not working through,'

'We call upon the spirits true,'

'Earth and wind,'

'Fire and Water,'

'Light and Darkness'

'Courage and Valor,'

'We call upon you oh spirits of protection.'

'Help us in life's dear affection.'

'Darkness no longer kill us----'

Someone started laughing.

There was a large groan.

And an ad. Lib of people moaning.

"God, it's not funny!"

"Get over it. You don't see us laughing."

"God, you're so stupid."

"Get a life!"

"You're the biggest idiot I've ever met."

"I'm sorry." Someone told through laughs. "If it was your name too you'd be laughing. I can't help it, man. Every spell there's something about darkness and fear and it makes me laugh." They were trying to hush the laugh, but it was noticeably hard.

"Well, you have to get over it." Someone told.

"And Charlie, would you please get that stupid owl out of here!"

"Sorry. Fine. You get that weird looking dog to stop staring at me."

"Fine." Someone else told. "Froze. Frozen? Go lay down. Lay down. Good boy. See? At least my pet listens." Someone taunted.

"Technically it's not your pet."

"Oo Mr. Goody – Two – Shoes is gunna tell me what to do. Please tell me who always gets you out of situations and who can escape anything?"

"You can."

"See. Told you I could make my pet's listen...just kidding. God. Charlie, you need to learn how to take a joke."

"Sorry Vammy."

"Hey. I named myself this for a good reason. I didn't know it was a Vampire's name when I was five." Someone giggled. "Don't even get me started Storm."

"Hey, at least mine's cool."

"So is mine." Someone else says.

"Says Phillip. You have the most regular name here." Another mini fight broke out.

"Alright, hold it." Someone called. "If we're going to fight about anything, we should be fighting about how Dark started laughing during the Spell!" Again it broke out. Dumbledore looked amused but nodded for them all to go up. Tonks went first. Maybe it was her electric purple hair that gave away her appearance but someone screamed in fear and started telling her to get out. Remus went next, then Bill, Charlie, Mad Eye, Dumbledore and Snape backed him up.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The kids glared at the strange adults. They were wearing odd robe like clothes and didn't fit in.

"We've come to bring you b-" Snape began in a hiss. But a guy stopped him. Obviously angry.

"Nuh-uh. We've already dealt with the Adoption Agency. We're not coming back. Get used to it. We like our home here."

This boy had black hair and pale skin with black coal like eyes. He was about 5'9, and was staring suspiciously.

"I'm going to go home later. So don't call my folks. They'd kill me." This boy had a shag of blonde curls, with ocean blue eyes, tanned skin and he was about 5'11 if not 6'.

"Literaly." This boy had dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. He was eying them just in case. He was about 5'7.

"If you're the media about the story today; she got away from you, end of story. Leave her alone. She didn't do it." This boy was the shortest 5'6 with sugar brown hair, sugar brown eyes, and pale skin.

"Just get out of our lives. She was innocent. They had no proof she did what she 'did' so go away. No proof is anywhere near her." This was one of the only girls here. She had brown curly hair with tanned skin. She had amethyst-brown eyes and was very pretty. She was maybe 5'5.

Then there was the girl who had stayed silent.

She was Sirius's daughter.

She had dark hair, with pale skin...but it wasn't supposed to be that pale. It was noticeably not natural, like she was sick. She had bags around her eyes and an almost always pure mysterious look about her. She was maybe 5'6 if lucky, and she was obviously somehow connecting with the other girl. The only thing which didn't somehow resemble Sirius was her big blue eyes.

"You look just like him..." Remus butted in. The girl obviously knew he was speaking to her.

"What are your names?" Dumbledore asked. They looked at each other.

"Tell them. It doesn't matter. We're not going without a fight." The one girl (The one who wasn't silent) told. "I'm Storm."

"I'm Lucifer." The boy with sugar brown hair told.

"I'm Dark." The goth told boredly.

"Phillip." The dark hair dark eyes and dark skinned guy told.

"Charlie." The blue eyed boy explained.

"And you?" Tonks asked. Dumbledore could tell they all saw the resemblances to what Sirius used to look like and of course what Clare looked like.

"I'm Akasha." She told. Her voice was thick with...what was it? "As my friends said. If you're from the press. I was falsely accused. The court was wrong. They had no proof. And of course if your from the adoption agency no one's gunna want me now and besides. They're staying with me." She grabbed Charlie's hand. "And I'm going where ever he goes."

"We aren't the media, and we aren't from any adoption agency." Tonks laughed. They looked for truth in her eyes.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Tonks, this is Bill, Charlie...our Charlie, Ma-Moody, Remus, Severus, and of course Dumbledore."

"What are you doing here?" Akasha (Sirius's daughter) was obviously the leader of the group.

"We've come to take you to a home where you'll be safe. Somewhere by what you were doing tonight we think you will enjoy."

"If you think our spell was insane, I'm not. I'm not going back to the asylum. I just got out." Akasha told. The adults looked at eachother.

"We have come to take you to london England." Remus explained.

"To Hogwarts."

"A school for Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Ha ha ha." Phillip pretended. "That's not funny." But Storm's face looked amazed.

"He's not lying."

"What? How do you know?" Phillip asked her.

"I just know. Get over it."

"Would you accept that?" The kids looked at each other.

"Wa-di-gat Do-di-goo You-di-goo Thi-di-gink?" They asked each other.

"They're telling the truth." Storm assured. "Why us?"

"Because you show magical abilities. Usually you should have started when you were eleven. But your own school couldn't reach you because you were living here, so we came to get you and take you to the best school there is. Of course you will have to begin a month before all if you want to begin with your class."

"So we'd be in year six...well Akasha year five?" Phillip asked. "Out of what?"

"Akasha's only in year five?" Tonks asked aloud. She shook her head.

"Yeah. I'm a year younger then them all."

"I see. Well I couldn't see anything wrong with you going in the same year as them." Dumbledore announced. "Of course, you will have to work very hard. We will announce you with the first years so you can be sorted. It is out of Seven years."

"Do you accept?" Snape asked.

The kids crouded together.

"Give us a minute." Akasha told. Dumbledore listened to them.

'What about my family?'

'Charlie they are not your family! Look what they are doing to you!'

'Alright. Fine. I'm in.'

'Me too.'

'Same.'

'Same.'

'Same.'

'Same.'

'Good. Who's telling them?'

'Not me. Kash you do it. They seem to like you.'

'Says who?'

'Says Lucifer, me, and them.'

'Fine. I'll do it. Just so you know, you are all chickens.'

'We know. Your everlasting power is overpowering.'

'Damn straight. Aight let's go.'

They broke apart.

"Alright. We're all ready to escape this place."

"Good. We'll leave imediatley." Mad Eye told. His good eye rolling normally so they could see. They all jumped but said nothing.

"One thing." Akasha added.

"What would that be?" Dumbledore asked.

"We want to know everything. We don't want to be left out of things because you think we're to young. We want to be totally included."

"Fine." Dumbledore nodded.

"And," Storm added stepping forward. "We want to be able to use the name's we're using now, not the ones we were born with."

"What are your real names then?" Tonks asked.

"Belle." Storm rolled her eyes.

"Jeremy." Charlie told Damn straight!

"Haden. Not Hayden Hi-din , Haden." Dark rolled his eyes as well.

"Justin." Lucifer scowelled.

"Michael." Phillip sneered.

"My name was Truth." Akasha sighed.

"Well. Best get you off to Diagon Ally, get your school supplies and such." Snape told.

"Alright. Let's go."