Of Darkness and Light
Chapter 4
Harry's POV
It was September first and Akasha and I were getting ready to head to Hogwarts. She had her parents draw up some fake papers that said she was attending the school to get an extra credit in ancient runes and arithmancy so that she could attend also. At the moment she was dressed in a pair of black dress pants that rode low on her hips and a pretty satin purple halter top that was basically backless and tied around her neck. She was in the bathroom brushing her hair up in a neat French Roll. I tightened my black Gucci tie before shrugging on the jacket and spraying on my cologne.
I gave myself a once over as Akasha walked out of the bathroom with her long black hair pulled into a tight elegant French Roll that was held by her overly expensive purple diamond hair clip. I gave her a soft kiss on the lips before walking out of our bedroom so that I could make a call. I had purchased this beautiful black luxury automobile I believe is called a Phantom. I'm almost certain that it's a model made by Bentley but it is a car to have, if you have the money to pay for it.
Christian, one of the drivers who detailed specifically for the royal family, would be chauffeuring today for the trip to King's Cross. He dialed the number to the man's mobile to make sure that he would be waiting for them downstairs in twenty minutes.
Akasha's POV
I glanced at the clock after Harry had walked out of the room and began to speed up a bit. We didn't have a lot of time to get our bags downstairs and for me to finish getting ready before it was time for the train to take off. I grabbed my purple snake skin sling back pumps and slid my small size four feet into the shoe. I smoothed my pants over my thighs and watched as the hem of my pants covered a almost all of my shoe except for two inches of the four inch heel and the purple and white diamond decoration on the front center of the shoe. I slipped on my jacket and grabbed my purple clutch before spraying on my perfume and walking out of our bedroom.
Harry effortlessly picked up our Louis Vuitton trunks and carried them downstairs before handing them to Christian to put in the trunk. The ride to the train station was made in a comfortable silence. Harry and I had shared our memories during the bonding ritual we'd completed and I knew more about him than he even knew himself. It helps that I scrutinize things closely and I knew he wasn't exactly as excited as he should have been to see his friends.
I knew part of the reason behind it was the fact that he was no longer human and that it could cause his friends, who were always so quick to turn their back on and judge him, to reject him. When the car stopped we exchanged a gentle comforting kiss before Christian opened the door and we climbed out of the car. Our trunks and Hedwig's cage were placed on a trolley and Harry pushed it towards our gate and I wandlessly conjured a notice-me-not charm as we got to our gate.
I looked around as an unimaginable amount of children made their way around the train, trying to find an empty compartment to sit in with their friends. Harry grabbed our trunks and I held Hedwig before following him down the hallway of the train. Various people stared at us as we made our way through but since none of them said anything I kept walking.
Harry stopped in front of an open compartment that was in the middle of the train. We made sure that there weren't any bags in it before we put our bags up and got comfortable. He shrugged his jacket off and laid it on the seat across from us and I followed his example before lying comfortably in his arms and heading back to sleep after using some of my magic to put safeguards on the door.
No POV
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny walked onto the train five minutes before the train took off with heavy hearts. They had been hoping to run into Harry seeing as Dumbledore told them that he was alive and well but he never showed. As they passed through the various people Hermione began to wonder what it was that Dumbledore had left out. He wasn't known for being smart and observant for nothing and she knew good and well that the Headmaster had left something out during his trip to the Weasley's. The group settled into the compartment that everyone had dubbed as theirs and were shortly joined by Neville, who had slimmed down a bit and became a bit more confident in his magical ability, who knew well enough about the situation with Harry and made sure not to be the first person to mention him.
Harry's POV
Akasha and I had been in a deep sleep when I felt the train stop and heard a loud herd leaving the train. I cursed lightly shook Akasha and made sure she was up before shrugging on my suit jacket and handed her her own. We were already running late and wearing a black robe really wasn't as big of a deal as people like to make it seem. Once Akasha was ready we left the train and headed out to the carriages. Luckily everyone was paired up with their friends, whom most of them hadn't seen in months, so there were a few empty carriages left. Akasha and I grabbed one and rode the way to the school.
Akasha and I lingered outside of the door as everyone else walked in and sat at their respective tables. I waited until we were alone and kissed my wife, that has a nice ring to it, before leaving her outside of the door and headed inside of the Great Hall and took a seat at the Gryffindor table. As soon as I was seated all of the resident Gryffindor's turned to question me but paused when they realized they realized who I was. I smiled and Ginny and Hermione came over and engulfed me in hugs.
I was a bit uncomfortable but relaxed after a moment and asked them how they were. After she was sure I was okay I saw Hermione's face scrunch up and I knew she was pissed. Thankfully the door of the Great Hall opened and the first years walked in so she had to get back to her seat and wait until later. I watched as the various lower classmen walked through the hall and stood together as they waited to be sorted. I noticed Akasha walk in but she tended to stay near the darker corners to stay unnoticed and I wondered briefly how they would do the sorting now that they had a new 'transfer' student to sort.
No POV
Headmaster Dumbledore cleared his throat, after the sorting hat sung another one of his improvised original's, to get the attention of the hall before saying, "We have a new transfer student that needs to be sorted before the ceremony begins. Akasha Potter?"
Everyone immediately turned to see who this new Potter was and what she looked like. A woman dressed in an expensive looking tailored black suit and a pair of pumps walked confidently through the crowd and sat down on the stool awaiting her. She crossed her legs before slipping the hat carefully on her head and everyone waited to see which house she would end up in.
Harry's POV
I watched Akasha wondering...hoping that she would end up in the same house as me. After what seemed like forever the hat finally yelled out, "GRYFFINDOR!" I smiled as she walked over towards me and moved over to create space for her. The rest of the house snuck glances and to say that the Weasley's and Hermione were interested in our relationship would be an immense understatement. As the sorting went on Akasha turned to take in her surroundings and arched her eyebrow questioningly when she noticed people kept glancing her way.
"Don't worry about it sweetie. I'm sure they will get over your presence eventually," I whispered in her ear.
I saw her roll her eyes at my statement just as Dumbledore spoke aloud and said that we could move on to the feast. Various foods appeared on the table and I looked at the colorful display of magical delicacies trying to figure out what I wanted. A common misconception about vampires was that we couldn't eat regular food and that was completely wrong. We could consume food and do just about anything anyone else could do it was just that food was useless. We didn't have to eat to live so there was really no point to it at all.
Akasha barely ever ate regular food but I saw her looking down the table trying to find something light to nibble on so that people wouldn't notice that she barely ate solid food. After a minute she found a salad bowl and made a small portion for herself.
Ginny's POV
I don't know who this Akasha girl is but I definitely don't like her. She and Harry seem a bit too comfortable for my liking and I can't help but wonder about her surname. Now I know it could have been possible for her to be a relative but if she was it would have made more sense for Harry to have lived with her family than those horrible muggles he had the misfortune to call family.
I had quietly watched the sorting while keeping an eye on Akasha. Once the first years were sorted, Gryffindor and Slytherin getting the bulk, before the feast commenced and I was able to do the one things I had been waiting to do, find out more about this girl.
"Are you and Harry related?" I asked her.
She looked up and stared at me for a moment before answering with, "I guess you could say that."
"Where are you from?" I asked right after because her accent was clearly not British.
"A little of everywhere," she replied vaguely.
"You're not very talkative," Hermione replied.
"And some people talk too much," Akasha promptly answered before leaning in and whispering something to Harry.
Harry's POV
I watched as Ginny tried to pry information out of Akasha and smiled as Akasha gave her very vague answers for all of her trouble. After Hermione's question Akasha leaned over to me and asked where we would be staying and if it would be far away from my little 'girlfriends'. I laughed before saying that I was uncertain and that I was sure we'd find out when everyone headed to heir dorms for the night.
Akasha's POV
Everyone, excluding a few Slytherin's and I, sang loudly on the whole school song recitation before everyone began to father next to their housemates and headed to their respective towers. Harry grabbed my right hand and led me to the head table where the teacher's were still sitting.
"Hello Mr. Potter," Headmaster Dumbledore replied as he took us in.
"Hello Headmaster. I wanted to know where Akasha and I will be staying," Harry replied.
"I would think she would be in the girl's dorm and you would be joining the other sixth year boys in the male dorm," Snape snapped.
"That would be true if Akasha wasn't my wife," Harry said with a smirk on his face.
Headmaster Dumbledore stood, while Snape and the other professor's had shocked looks on their faces, and lead us out of the Great Hall and down a hall past various groups of students. I smiled as various people turned their attention to us and wondered what they would say once they found out the extent of Harry's and my relationship.