Chapter 5: The beginning

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Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns everyone in the Original Harry Potter books, but all of the added characters and plot I own. Thank you.

Summary: The first day with the new kids, the first day with the old, the first day with new magic, the old magic is forbidden, and new people are watching. What happens when one member finally loses what sanity they have left?

"I'm Harry Potter." Their faces dropped.

"We've read about you." Storm told.

"Yeah," Harry blushed. "That happens a lot."

"Sorry. Don't mind my friend. Every time she sees a guy she dies. I'm Charlie, this is Storm. She was born a blonde, I swear."

"Shut up!" She elbowed him. "You have to meet my other friends too. They're all really cool." She told. She could tell Harry found her accent weird, but Storm found his sexy.

"Uh, sure. I guess." He looked to Ron and Hermione who shrugged.

Storm walked towards the group of Hufflepuffs, then Ravenclaws then the Slytherins who were hesitant to give up their latest member.

"Okay. This is Lucifer, and Phillip, Dark, and of course my personal favorite…oh come on it's a joke guys…Akasha."

"Nice to meet you." She smiled. "Oh! Storm, you have that book for me yet?" She asked her friend.

"No. Do I look like I've been to the library?"

"Come on, you owe me a horror."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Come on; spend some time with your precious Charlie before the Slytherin's take you back." Storm put all her strength into pushing Akasha into Charlie. Charlie caught her, and helped her gain balance.

"Sorry Charlie."

Le Solei. Hail teased.

You're not supposed to know that. Akasha warned.

"I lied." She turned around to face Harry, Ron and Hermione. "My name isn't Akasha. My name is Truth." Her friends' faces dropped.

"But-" Ron began.

"You can have a preferred name in any school you go to. I just decided what mine would be before I gave it out. But I've decided I would like to go with the one on my birth certificate. I don't have to hide here." She smiled. "From anyone." She told to her friends.

"Well, what's your favorite subject, Truth?" Hermione asked. She seemed to think about it. "I don't know. I will have to see how each teacher reacts to my……….unique abilities."

"Unique abilities?" Harry asked.

"In other words, freedom of speech." Storm whispered.

"That being said," Hermione began. "What is your last name?" She directed it to Truth. She looked at her friends.

"Black…I guess."

"Oh, really? Why do you guess?" Ron asked.

"Well, from ever since I can remember I was in an orphanage, and they told me my mother didn't want me, and she refused to take care of me ever since my father was 'inept' to take care of me." She told. "So, the orphanage must have put that as my last name. I'm guessing it was my father's. My mother's was McBeth. Apparently a very powerful wizarding name." She thought.

"Don't mind my 'inept' friend. She's been 'inept' to speak to people for a while now. She's 'inept' to say what she's supposed to and what she's not." Storm told and pulled her by the shoulders a little farther away. The trio couldn't help but listen to them speak.

'You're not supposed to tell them that dumb ass!'

'I'm not the dumb ass Belle. We can be anything we want here, and I'm being me. Purely me. That means from my full name to my full abilities.'

'Your full abilities are obviously supposed to be covered….' And they said this even quieter. 'don't you remember what Dumbledore said?'

'I remember exactly what he said. It would not be wise to go gallivanting around telling people of our special abilities and circumstances. And I'm not doing that. They wouldn't have thought anything of it if you wouldn't have brought me over here!'

'Says you.'

'That's right.'

'You know, just because you're you doesn't mean you can control us. Truth, you're becoming exactly what you promised you wouldn't.'

'Sorry, Belle. But I didn't promise anything. This is the way I always have been. So get used to it.'

'Used to it? You know what, you deserve Slytherin. Go back to your loved ones. Go back to Mark T-'

'Don't you dare ever say his name.' She hissed.

'What's wrong with you? What ever happened to 'weakness is nothing, I'm going to beat him up some day and if not I'm going to kill him'?'

'That theory's dead. Just like Akasha is. I'm not four. And I'm not a 'vampire'.'

Then there was a loud slap sound. Everyone turned their heads to look at the two. Storm had slapped Truth.

Suddenly, Truth started laughing.

'Takes a lot more to bring me down Betty-Boop.'

'Bitch. Go to hell.'

'Fuck you.'

'You f-'

'Nuh uh Storm. Name calling is weakness. I don't show weakness.'

With that she walked back to her Slytherin friends as her cheek began to go a dark shade of crimson.

I am slowly going crazy 1,2,3,4,5,6 switch, crazy going slowly am I 6,5,4,3,2,1 switch I am slowly going crazy 1,2,3,4,5,6 switch, crazy going slowly am I 6,5,4,3,2,1 The tune wouldn't get out of her head. Akasha rubbed at her temples which throbbed uncontrollably.

Good show. Let's see what they think of you now. Storm laughed in her mind, only allowing Akasha and Lucifer to hear.

Well, at least now they all will accept me for being a Slytherin Akasha replied with a fake smile in her voice.

Really, the whole thing had been a prank, worked out last night as they all couldn't sleep, so they worked it out in their minds.

Storm had not been mad at Akasha, and Akasha had not been mad at Storm, it had all been an act. Storm had assured Akasha that she was to kind to be in Slytherin, so Storm worked out this little plot to make Akasha look like a normal Slytherin. Besides, it was really fun.

I'm sorry I had to bring MT into it. Storm told. I knew it would get you rowed up, and I knew that would make everything work out better. Akasha nodded.

I don't feel good.

It's just all the Drama, Lucifer explained. You'll be fine.

If you say so.

"Class dismissed." Flitwick called. The day had passed quickly, and Akasha walked slowly behind all the other Slytherins.

"Hello, Black." Someone called over her shoulder. She looked around to see a very attractive boy behind her. He had pale skin, and metallically steel colored eyes. It reminded Akasha of melted steel that she could drown herself in. He had platinum blonde hair, and to her dismay, this boy was very tall and very handsome.

I always fall for the tall blondes. Always She sighed.

"Yes?" She asked.

The way this boy carried himself made her realize he was a Slytherin. He held himself with pride and looked down his nose at her, arrogant, self–centered, vain, the words popped into her mind at the sight of his off-colored aura.

"Your name's Akasha right?" She smirked.

"Yeah," She replied. "And you are?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"Malfoy, that's a powerful name." She told. "Draco Malfoy is even more powerful. Bad faith in Latin."

"So? What's it to you?" He asked defensively.

"Nothing. Just saying, you must be pretty powerful being a Malfoy. You must have a lot of things coming your way." She also meant that in karma's way. But she wouldn't say that to him. She didn't know how he'd react just yet.

"I'd say so from your name. You know with your parent's past and all."

"Whatever you say." She told not believing him.

"What's it feel like with your dad an escaped convict?"

"What?" She asked looking at him.

"What's it feel like?" She narrowed her eyes.

Suddenly, everything became brighter; the torches stopped flickering and seemed to hold under the tension between them.

"Mr. Malfoy, I'd appreciate if you didn't ask me such questions. And besides, you should tell me. Soon enough your father's going to be there for homicide, attempted murder, murder by hire, and of course second degree murder of other people such as the attempted murder of Harry Potter. So please, you tell me in about a month or so."

He looked at her, shocked for a moment. He straightened himself up and put on a familiar smirk, the same smirk Akasha loved to give.

"You're not too bad, Black." He told. "Not too bad on the eyes either."

"Sorry Bad–Boy, I already have a boyfriend." She told, trying to get him off of her back. He clung on.

"Who? That Charlie, boy?" He asked. She stopped walking and looked back at him.

"If it's any of your business, no. Not him."

"Then it's no one." He concluded. "Maybe one day you'll see it my way, and then the McBeth's and Malfoy's could become more acquainted."

"Mr. Malfoy." Akasha smiled. "The day I become acquainted with the likes of you, will be the day I become a dirty hoar." She explained. "And that is never going to happen." Akasha walked away, holding herself like a Slytherin, for the first time in three years.