Chapter 7: Breaking Point
Pages: 10
Words: 3, 324
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original Harry Potter characters, those are owned by JK Rowling, I own Akasha, Storm, Charlie, Lucifer, Dark, Phillip and Professor Danes (And of course the other names they go by and are known for). Thanks
Summary: When something finally happens between the two Slytherin's it drives Akasha insane. But what drives her more insane is when a certain Gryffindor boy comes up to her and tells her about her father's death, and what needs to be done to save him.
Harry looked desperately at Hermione and Ron. They themselves didn't believe he could have told Akasha what he did.
"So you told her that her dads dead?" Hermione asked.
"No, but I told her that he was my Godfather."
"How did you get into telling her?" Ron asked.
Harry had kept his word, and didn't tell them the reason she was outside. However, he did tell them about the conversation and that she somehow suggested that she was depressed. The words from that spell haunted him. She was in pain over something she did, or didn't do.
He did also tell them about the whole Gryffindor, Slytherin situation with her and how the conversation with Malfoy came up.
"Wait, how did she see you?" Ron asked.
"Uh, I took it off while walking. Getting claustrophobic." He lied.
"I see." Hermione told, obviously not believing him.
"So, what are you going to tell her?" Ron asked. "How are you going to bring it up that her father's dead?"
"I have no idea."
"Maybe, well, I know you will think it's stupid. But, why not let Dumbledore tell her?" Hermione provided. "You could go to Dumbledore. Besides, you have to go talk to him about your dreams anyways." She told. He nodded.
"I guess."
"Well, let's get to Transfiguration. I think today's the day we can test whether we can be Anamagi or not!" She smiled. She practically bounced to class.
What was she doing last night? Why was she out? And why would she talk to me like that? No person, nevertheless girl has ever spoken to me like that before. That's not right. Girl's line up for me, girls fawn over me, and she's different.
Why is she different?
Draco couldn't help but think these thoughts. He looked at the professor, who was droning on about something or other until McGonagall said,
"…Anamagi."
His attention clicked in at once.
"Today will be the day. It is an easy, painless procedure. It will take maybe 2 minutes a person. Now, who would like to be an Anamagi?"
Draco raised his hand at once.
Harry glanced at Akasha, she was looking at him too. Hands shot up in the air, and they both glared at the first person to raise his hand.
Malfoy.
Also Hermione, Ron, Malfoy (obviously as said), Dean, Charlie, Phillip, Storm, Akasha, and a few other no-body-important's raised their hands.
Why aren't you raising your hand? A voice inside Harry's head asked. You do know your father was an Anamagi? At once his hand shot up.
Wait. He told himself. How did I say that to myself when I didn't know that my dad was an Anamagi?
Because I do. And I told you. I'm not your head Harry.
Then, who are you?
I'll never tell…
"On the count of three you will place your wand to your temple, mutter the spell I am about to give you and pull it out. Then, we will see who is capable of becoming an Anamagi. I will give you further instruction once we come to that point. Now, everyone say Anagmé."
"Anagmé." Everyone chorused.
"That is the spell you will use for the initiation. 1…2…3."
The people who raised their hands put their wands to their temple, and said 'Anagmé'. They brought their wands back and for some, silvery objects floated on the table, for other's nothing.
"Please raise your hand if you have floating objects."
Hermione did not have silver objects, Ron did, Harry did, Akasha did, Charlie did, Storm did, Malfoy did, Dean didn't, and there were other's who weren't in the ever-spinning cycle of confusion.
"Good. Only a select few this year. Now, if you have silver objects please whisper Anagmé again, these silver orbs will morph into animals. I am guessing that everyone has around five? Well, those are your options to what you may become. Now do such and write down the options there, they will disappear quickly. Once you do that, I will make my way towards you to ask what your choice will be and give you further instruction." Another chorus of 'Anagmé' circled the room. Then a sound of quills on parchment.
He knew she'd think he couldn't take a hint. But he could. He just didn't want too. She was the only Slytherin girl who had ever resisted him, come to think of it, same as Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Gryffindor girls seemed to know what his intentions were so stayed away. Though some have come to him before.
"What did you get?" He asked.
"None of your business. That's what." She replied, her voice threatening venom to seem into his blood.
"You know you want to know what I got."
"I can guess. A vile slimy snake, a deceiving poisonous caterpillar, An annoying tick, A disgusting spider, and a clingy primate…even though I don't know what kind of cover that'd be. The only thing that would change is you become hairy." She hissed.
Everyone, and I mean everyone broke out in laughter.
Draco's face went red. He snatched her paper and looked at it.
"Interesting. Yours are close to mine."
"Yeah, right Ferret-boy."
"Lion? Interesting. What a non-noticable animal. Phoenix? Graceful, I think that works."
"Don't try to charm me. As I said, I have a boyfriend. You know, someone who doesn't want to be in your bed every night and someone who isn't a different person every day?" He read on.
"Arctic wolf? Dangerous. I can see that. Fox? Well….Look at that last one." He smiled. "Just like Mummy, and Daddy."
"Shut it Malfoy, give it back." She tried to grab the paper from him, but him being 5'10-5'11 and her being 5'6 if lucky didn't help the situation.
"Cobra. Who's the vile snake after all?"
He gave her the parchment, but she was ready for it. Once he lowered his hand she grabbed his parchment too.
"Oo, I was right. A python, a spider, a chimp…wait why would you be something so pretty…wait, why do you have the same animal as me?" She asked. She was really asking. Because he had the same animal other then the snake.
"Guess that's just my luck. Don't forget about the last one,"
"Yeah, I see it." She groaned.
"That's the one I'm chosing."
"Well, that's great. Now, go away."
"Do you know the definition of one of them?"
"Malfoy, I have the same one. I know exactly what it is."
"Good. Then you know it's one of the most beautiful creatures in the Wizarding world?"
"And the most powerful. I know."
"That's right. I'll be the best Phoenix ever." He smiled before leaving.
"God. I have got to get that fixed." She said shoving the parchment more towards her.
"Harry, look." Hermione nudged.
She was put down that she couldn't be an Anamagi, but she wasn't hopeless, she still had her brains. She still had sense.
And she knew by that sense what she saw wasn't right.
Why was Malfoy talking to Akasha freely after what happened? He was leaning against the desk speaking to her casually. Harry suddenly got angry.
"She told me-" But just as he was about to say how angry he was he heard Akasha say,
"I can guess. A vile slimy snake, a deceiving poisonous caterpillar, An annoying tick, A disgusting spider, and a clingy primate…even though I don't know what kind of cover that'd be. The only thing that would change is you become hairy." She hissed at Malfoy. Malfoy got noticeably mad and took her parchment.
Malfoy took the parchment away from her and read it aloud. Harry didn't hear, but he was mad. Not at Akasha, but Malfoy.
Couldn't this guy take a hint?
After an agrivating conversation between both of them, Malfoy left, leaving Akasha fuming.
Harry was about to go try to calm her when McGonagall went up to her. Harry listened intently.
"Ms. Black, I would advise you not get angry."
"Yeah, I know."
"Then would you refrain from it please?"
"Yes." She said sighing.
"Now, what are your choices?"
"Arctic wolf, Phoenix, Lion, Fox and a Cobra." She told.
"Do you know which one you would like? Please write it down."
She wrote it down silently.
"Thank you. I will speak to you later. We have things to discuss anyways." She told.
"Oh, Professor? Could we possibly do it tomorrow? I have some business tonight." She told.
"If you insist yes." She walked towards Harry.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley. What were your choices?" Ron spoke first.
"I got a caterpillar, a cat, and…" Ron lowered his voice to a mumble. "…and a weasel." He sighed.
"Which would you like to use?"
"The weasel." He said in an even smaller voice. She jotted it down.
"Mr. Potter?" She asked.
"I got a dog, a cat, a rattle snake, and a dragonfly." Harry said proudly. They were all good choices, there was nothing to be ashamed about.
"And which would you prefer?"
"A dog." He said. Half in memory of Sirius, half for himself.
"Alright."
After what felt like forever, they were dismissed. Draco grabbed Akasha and pulled her in the opposite direction of her class.
"Malfoy, what…. Are… you doing?" She said while struggling. "You're hurting me." She hissed.
He let go, looking at her.
"I don't want you to hate me." He hissed.
"You do realize I have class, don't you?"
"And I'm a prefect, I can get you out of it." He explained.
"Fine. Why don't you want me to hate you?" She humored him.
"Because, you are different from other girls." He told.
"Please. I don't do chick flicks." She rolled her eyes.
"No. Really. I want to know why you're so different."
"And how am I different?" She asked.
"You can ignore me, you can not acknowledge me. How?"
"Why, because every other girl just wants to fuck you and then there's me?" She asked. He nodded. "Because. You aren't a good person. I could tell the day I met you. The way you hold yourself. To confident. You look down your noses at people who are better then you, and bring them down to think they are less. I'm not less, and that's what you did to me. That's why." She told.
Then it happened.
Draco kissed Akasha, roughly, longingly. She pulled away.
"No! All you want is to use me for fun and get rid of me. I'm not a toy!" She pushed him off of her. "Unlike some, I look for more. Unlike some I set standards."
She rushed away to class, not daring tell anyone what happened.
The kiss was so perfect, so perfect. No! Don't think this! STOP! Akasha told herself. Oo, who kissed you? She heard Storm ask.
No one. She said with words thick in venom.
You sure aren't thinking it's no one. Could it be Charlie? Oh! FINALLY! Storm thought.
It wasn't Charlie. She said down cast.
Okay, what about Potter? He's pretty hot.
She almost laughed.
It wasn't Potter.
Then who?
Malfoy.
You KISSED MALFOY!
NO! He kissed me. I pushed him off.
Did you like it?
No.
Come one.
Akasha shifted her eyes.
How mad would you be if I said yes?
Harry waited for her to answer to speaking to Dumbledore about it.
"Yeah." She said nodding. "That's a good idea."
She said as they walked towards the gargoyle.
"You know the password?" He asked hopefully. She shook her head. "Well, it's always treats. So think about a whole bunch of treats."
"Berty Botts every flavor beans?" She asked.
"Cream Cakes?"
"Weasly's wizard Weezes?"
"Chocolate frogs?"
The gargoyle stepped aside. They walked up the staircase, staring at the big oak doors.
"Are you okay?" She nodded. "Are you sure you're ready?"
"My life's been a horrible lie. Anything would be better." She assured. They went in to find Dumbledore sitting in his desk. He looked up at them and smiled.
"Just the students I was looking for." They looked at each other. "Akasha, I think I should speak to you, and I think Mr. Potter should hear this too." Dumbledore told.
"Is this about me being in Slytherin? Because if it counts, I really want to be in Gryffindor." She said hopefully. He shook his head. "Is it about, my parents?" She asked dreading the answer.
"It is." He said. He motioned for them to sit. "I believe by now you are aware why we used the name Black." He told. She nodded. "Do you know who your father was?" He asked.
"All I know are rumors." She shrugged.
"Your father was Sirius Black. Your mother was Clare McBeth." He explained all about Sirius Black, refraining from his death, and then began on Clare.
"Your mother was afraid when she…" He looked at Harry. Harry looked around as if uncomfortable. "Harry. You must swear not to mutter a word." He said. He lost the twinkle in his eye while saying this. That calm, playful Dumbledore he often knew had left and was replaced with someone else. Someone serious. Harry nodded. "Your mother was afraid when she saw how destructive your special abilities could be, so she left you at the orphanage at a young age as you remember. When you were first placed with the very religious family you were, your mother heard and watched you carefully. But you were still so unaware of how dangerous your powers could be. Especially when you became angry at them mostly on the behalf of them and their opinions on the Wiccan religion." He explained. "She left again, but then you ran away and again started living on the streets. Your mother became ever curious when you met people like you. When you met such powerful allies. So, she decided to keep a permanent eye on you. When you were forced into the second family, she left. No one has heard from her since, but if she is alive, she would of course know about the horrifying events and of course you being placed in the Asylum and being on the streets when I found you." He explained. She nodded, overwhelmed.
"And my father?" She asked.
"This is the matter I think is most important." Harry felt his stomach turn. "Sirius Black was thrown into the Veil of Hoobasku. A veil of death. This veil is where House – Elves owners are placed so they can live in a sort of 'after life' a paradise so the house elves feel no guilt. Your father was thrown through the Veil last year in a battle between Voldemort and…others." He paused for dramatic effect.
Akasha looked like she would cry. A few tears had escaped her protective shields and snuck down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she was having trouble breathing. Harry was under the same symptoms. "But." Both of them looked up. "There is a way we can bring him back." He said. Akasha smiled, overly thrilled.
But Harry was mad.
"What?" He hissed. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because Harry. I was waiting for the correct moment. I am sorry you had to face the guilt, but I only just learned of these events the day before we brought Akasha and her friends here. Surely you must see some Truth in that." He told. Harry sat down once again, but was still mad, panting to get rid of his anger.
"How?" Akasha ignored their argument.
"That is the problem. There are extreme measures. First off, we will have to use a large budget to buy Giocorn rope, which I'm sure you have heard of in Defense against the Dark arts or if not Care of Magical Creatures?" She nodded. "A light which will never go out." She nodded again. "The Weasley's are making a fake offering towards the guards of the gates." She nodded once more. "And." He paused. "You."
"Me?" Akasha asked shocked.
"It can only be someone of immediate family to pass back through the gates with the loved one. Which means, you are the only person who would ever be able to do it. The only thing is, you have to want to do it for the whole time and not have any doubts."
"So, what you're saying is; I'm going to risk my life, for a man, I don't even know, who is supposed to be my father. I've never met him because he's been stuck in jail, and once he was out never tried to contact me. Aparently he wasn't that good of a person, because he isn't very popular, and yet again, he was stuck in jail. Now, humor me and tell me how I would find the power to save a man like him without frets?" She asked. Harry was shocked. "I'll have to think about it. Because I really have a lot of thinking to be doing." She said getting out of her chair. "I'm sorry." She said as she walked out.
"Harry, please. Take care of her." He pleaded. "I think someone's watching her."
"What?" Harry asked.
"I think someone's spying. Watching her." He told. Harry at once thought of his dreams. His horrifying dreams.
He was right.
Akasha was being watched.
He stood up without another word and rushed out the door.
He heard Akasha singing in the hall.
She had a loud, booming voice, which was beautiful to hear. She sounded beautiful.
"All the pain,
I thought I knew,
All the thoughts,
Lead back to you.
Back to what,
Was never said.
Back and forth,
Inside my head.
I can't handle this confusion,
I'm unable come and take me away." Then a verse came.
"I feel,
Like I'm all alone,
All by myself,
I need to get around this.
My words,
Are cold,
I don't want them to hurt you.
If I,
Show you,
I don't think you'd understand,
Cause no one understands.
All the Pain,
I thought I knew,
All the thoughts,
Lead back to you,
Back to what,
Was never said.
Back and forth,
Inside my head.
I can't handle this confusion.
I'm unable come and take me away.
I'm going no where
On and on and
I'm getting no where
On and on and on and on and on and on
All the Pain,
I thought I knew,
All the thoughts,
Lead back to you,
Back to what,
Was never said.
Back and forth,
Inside my head.
I can't handle this confusion.
I'm unable come and take me away."
She sniffled. Obviously breaking.
"Together,
it doesn't feel bad at all,
Together, together
We built a wall,
Together holding hands we'll fall,
Hands we'll fall." She bawled.
"Akasha?" Harry asked quietly. She wiped her eyes and looked at him. "Akasha," He hugged her, taking in her perfume.
His stomach felt all queasy, and he felt lightheaded.
"Harry? Harry, I'm so confused." She cried. "First Malfoy today, then this…" She sniffed.
"What about Malfoy?" He asked looking at her.
"He…he kissed me. He made me feel like such a whore. I tried…but he…I couldn't…" She broke into heavy sobs.
"Did you want him too?" Harry asked.
"No! He pushed me against a wall. I had just insulted him when he… god I'm a whore!" She cried.
"No, your not. You know your not. It's okay. I'm gunna set him straight. I swear it."
"Thank you Harry. But Harry?" She asked. He got up. "Don't tell Charlie. Please."
He walked away, angry at Malfoy for using her like that against her will, and angry at himself for not measuring up to Charlie and Akasha's standards.