Chapter 6: The Moonlit Spell

Pages: 7

Words: 2, 407

Summary: Since when does Akasha know about her dad? She doesn't and that's exactly where Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter want to pry. But she isn't too happy with them when they try, and as soon as it's done they know it was a mistake.

The prefects roamed the halls and the grounds, searching for students who were sneaking around. Ron and Hermione heard a movement.

"Who's there?" Ron asked.

"Guys, it's me." Harry appeared from under his invisibility cloak.

"Harry? What are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"I just wanted to go for a walk. Clear my thoughts. I can't sleep." Ron shrugged. Hermione looked around nervously.

"Are you sure you should be going out at night? I mean…"

"Alright mate. Go ahead. Nothing can get to you in the grounds."

Harry wrapped the cloak around him once again, and walked towards the doors. He slipped through silently and onto the grounds.

Hermione looked at Ron.

"I think that was the most stupid thing you've ever said."

"Huh?"

"Of course they can get to him on the grounds! Look at Quirrel, and the Chamber of Secrets, and the fake Moody, and of course random people setting off the dark mark!" She hissed.

"Well, I suppose so. But they wouldn't now. Would they?"

"Ronald, you're hopeless." She scowled. "They would any day. They want him dead."

'Are you watching Hogwarts?'

'Very closely, Master.'

'Good. Because it will need to be.'

'May I ask why?'

'Because they're getting stronger. Soon enough they will be able to harness everything, learn to understand and control. That would not be wise if we don't have the girl by then.'

'Why the girl? I don't understand.'

'I went wrong before, now I have to get her.'

'So she knows you're coming?'

'Knows? She's expecting me.'

Harry's dream flashed back at him. He had had two of them so far. Two and they were both about a girl. Someone in Hogwarts was looking for a girl, and Harry could bet any money he knew what girl.

It had to be Sirius's daughter. She was just like him, in a more feminine way of course. She had the same appearance other then her bright blue eyes, and of course, she had the same personality. She was seemingly playful, flirtatious, she was brave, and other things which screamed 'Sirius Black'.

Harry had decided he needed a walk, to think. Not to clear his head, because at this point he doubted that he could ever clear his head, but just to think about what he could do.

The cold air stung his skin, and he shivered. His eyes suddenly felt cold, wet, dry and itchy at the same time. An odd sensation. He started walking when he heard someone say,

"What are you doing out here?"

He turned every which way to see who was speaking, and then he saw them. A boy and a girl from the height difference. He went towards the figures, slowly they came into proportion.

It was Malfoy.

And Black.

"I should ask you the same question." She told looking at him through narrowed eyes.

"I'm supposed to be out here to see if any students are out past curfew, which in case you didn't notice is your disposition."

"Move out of my way, Malfoy." She hissed.

"Don't talk to me like that. Normally, all Slytherins get along fine. And then you came along." He sneered.

"That's right. That's because I'm not supposed to be in Slytherin. Unlike some, I'm not a chicken. Move aside." She said again with more power. He didn't budge.

"I don't like your attitude. You've been around those friends of yours too long." He told. "You'd be a great Slytherin, had you-"

"Had I what? Spit it out." She said. Her accent seemed to accent every word. He actually seemed intimidated. "What? My innocent blue eyes drowning you? Speak up." She hissed.

"I like you." He decided. "You're a lot like me."

"Ha. Like you? No. Sorry, I'm not a giggalo. I don't do all the crap you do. Besides. You're evil." She scowled.

"Evil? How so?" He asked.

"Your aura. It's lime green." She stated.

"Lime green? What color is good?"

"Gold. Evil is green. You are tainted. Which means you have only done a few evil things but it's only lime green (not full green) because you were to chicken to finish it."

"I'm not a chicken, Black. I wouldn't say that about your Dad though. Did you know your dad almost died here?"

"Malfoy, don't talk shit that isn't true."

"How would you know? I heard Dumbledore talking with McGonagall. You didn't even know that your father was Sirius Black."

"Malfoy, I will hurt you." She warned.

"Then you'll be put back in the nut-house." She stumbled back a few steps. She looked at him.

"How did you-?"

"I have my sources. No more threats. Got it, or else everyone will know." She looked at him.

"You'd tell them anyways, just because you'd be afraid to keep it in."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her close.

"I'd stop with the courage, Black. You never know when I could do something stupid. Now, be nice." He told. She nodded slowly, then quickly did a vicious smile and spit in his face.

"I'll be nice all right, to anyone but you." She pushed him and walked away towards the dark forest.

Malfoy stood their for a moment before wiping off his face.

"Oh, I'll get you all right. You'll be nice. I'll make you." With that he walked into the castle. Harry looked who to follow.

He chose Black.

She would know she shouldn't be going into the Dark forest, which only meant that she was up to no good. She walked past Hagrids cabin and right in as if the darkness welcomed her.

Akasha walked into the shadows. She loved the shadows, the only comfort this school had provided her so far was this forest. She didn't know why she loved the dark so much, but it seemed as her senses were heightened here. Not like a normal person, whose ears were just a little more in tune, but she could hear someone behind her, she could hear her friends doing their own separate spells, she could see their fires at least three kilometers apart. For example, in the dark she could see Malfoy's aura better. She knew it wasn't golden since the moment she met him, but she could only sense it. Here, she could see it. And she saw that whoever was behind her was a golden-red. Someone who had been through trauma. She quickly turned her head.

She saw the aura, but not the person.

"I see you." She smiled. "You're not Malfoy, and you aren't one of my friends. Who are you?" She asked.

She could smell him from here, a smell of sweat which only intensified the smell of apple, cinnamon, and rosemary.

Harry didn't move. He remained silent, how could she see him?" He checked around to see if somehow somewhere the cloak was not on him.

"I've never seen an invisibility cloak." She remarked. "I'm not going to tell on you, just, don't tell anyone what I'm doing. Clear?" She asked.

Harry nodded. "You don't have to take the cloak off. I think I'd be more comfortable with you having it on. Do you swear you won't tell anyone on pain of death?" She asked. Harry nodded. "You aren't sweating, so I trust you. Only a bit farther. I just want to find a clearing ...somewhere were I can see the moon."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. Why did she have to see the moon? Why a clearing? Why was she out here anyways?

She kept walking, it was amazing how silent she could be. She wasn't breaking twigs as if she weighed nothing. She was not stepping on the dead grass as if she knew it was there.

She found a clearing quickly sitting down in the middle and looking up at the sky. It was a clear night, the moon was larger then normal, and of course stars littered the sky. Harry muttered 'lumos' and saw that it was 11:27pm.

"Never mutter a word. Especially of this incantation, especially if I'm right on my guess of who you are."

There was a pause.

"Do you want to know who I think you are?" She asked. Harry made it obvious he was nodding.

"Is it Harry, maybe Ron?" Harry took off his cloak.

"Right on." He told.

"Hello."

"What are you doing out here?" He asked. She smiled.

"Magic."

"Well, why wouldn't you do it in hours?"

"I'm more of an old fashioned witch Harry. I use incantations instead of my wand and I use old potions instead of the ones which are chemically based. I guess you could say I'm a nature witch."

"Oh." He said though still confused.

"I only do curses to those I hate." She smiled and giggled.

She grabbed her backpack and took out some things; She took out one black candle, one white candle, one red, one blue, one green, one yellow, and she took out a sharp white handled knife, a red apple, a stick, and a few rock type crystals. "I'm doing more then one spell. Just to warn you. You can leave if you want." She told Harry shook his head.

"I don't really want to if you don't mind. This whole thing is kinda interesting." He told.

"Just be really quiet."

She set up her things in the dirt. Her candles in the order from North South East West and one in the middle. North was Green, South was Red, East was Wind, or West which was Water. In the middle was the white and black candle. She lit them and silently drew a Pentagram in between them.

"By the power inside me,

I call upon the outcomes three,

Past, Present, Future true,

Show me what I ask of you.

I call upon the elements, hear it,

Earth, wind, water, fire, spirit,

I call upon the elements to do thy will,

Listen to my plea I ask of thee still."

Harry watched in wonder. Her skin had actually started to glow faintly, and he thought he may finally understand how she could see aura's. Her aura was an off golden blue. He'd ask later. She told him to be quiet, and he didn't want to be on her bad side.

"As I suffer, greatly be,

Listen to my haunted plea,

Rid me of guilt so mote it be,

Rid me of desire, control over me.

Rid me of guilt, desire, and truth,

Rid me of evil which takes over you,

Spirits please listen as I call your name,

By the Lord and the Lady I say this again.

Rid me of guild, desire, and truth,

Rid me of evil which takes over you,

Rid me of power, rid me of pain,

Rid me of all which causes hurt death from insane.

What I have done may not be forgiven,

I have sadly been more then driven,

I have been wounded,

My power tainted,

Remember my wishes,

I will not be tempted.

I did not mean to do what was done,

The past will not be repeated,

I swear by the sun.

Moon, water, power,

Listen to me,

Make karma be joyful,

Towards me times three.

So mote it be.

I now command this spell is done,

And it shall injure, hurt, or kill none."

She shoved her hand into the black candle's flame, and Harry could almost feel the heat as it hit her skin. It was obvious that she felt it to because she whimpered. As soon as it went out she pulled her hand away, examining it.

"Why'd you-?"

"I had to finish it. It was a kind of sacrifice. Besides, I have high pain tollerence." She told.

"Yet you whimpered?"

"Yes, I'm allowed to feel some pain." She joked. "Come on." She closed up her other hand and the flames went out. "Let's get back."

"How did you-?"

"Elementary my dear Watson." She said with a very impressive English accent. She smiled sweetly.

"I'm tired. Malfoy got me rowed up." She told yawning.

"Do you want me to walk you back to Slytherin?" She laughed a bit.

"You? Walk me back to Slytherin? And you thought Malfoy was bad on me. Imagine what it would be like for you." She pushed the stuff into her backpack and swung it over her shoulder.

"Did you mean what you said about you being in Gryfandoor?"

She started walking and he followed.

"I did. I'm no chicken, and I'm not cruel." She said as she avoided a fallen log. He looked at her suspiciously.

"Didn't look that way today between you and Storm." She started laughing.

"Yeah, the thing between Storm and I." She laughed.

"Well?"

"Well what? If you want a straight and honest answer, here it is: Storm and I grew up together, she's a Drama queen, I followed in her footsteps. That was all an act."

"Why?" He asked confused.

"Because we can. Because we want to show that no matter what we do, we will go out or come in with a bang. That's the point."

"You sure made a bang alright. Everyone thinks you're a–sorry if this sounds cruel–bitch." She smiled.

"I know." She said thoughtfully.

"And you want that?"

"It's better then everyone hearing about what happened in the past."

"Which was?" He pried.

"You heard what Malfoy said. About the nut-house. I'll admit it. I was shoved into the asylum for a few months." She shrugged.

"Why were you there?" He asked surprised.

"Because I did something." She stated.

"…something…?"

"Something." She smiled.

"You sure are like your dad." Harry regretted saying it as soon as he said it. She looked at him and stopped dead in her tracks.

"What?"

"I-I'm sorry." He said.

"No," She didn't say it as in 'no it's alright' but 'wait a minute'. "You knew my father?" She asked. He looked at her.

Might as well be honest.

"Sirius Black was my Godfather."

"Was your godfather?"

"I think we need to talk." He said. She looked out, they were right where the tree's thinned out, right behind Hagrid's cabin.

"Tomorrow, after classes?" He asked.

She couldn't look into his eyes. They were too green, too overpowering, too revealing. He had just said was. Her father was dead. The only one left is dead.

"Yeah." She said before stomping (Without even looking for Prefects) into the school and out of sight.