Disclaimer - I own none of these characters (except (Y/N), I guess). Since I don't want Five to be really old, I've changed his mental age to 44 rather than 58. Also, he jumped into the future when he was 14 - almost 15 - rather than 13, so that romance will be a little less awkward. Obviously, I had to change to plot a bit for the story, but it should mostly stick to the original movie. Hope you enjoy!

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/L/N) = Your Last Name

Aiden Gallagher as Five Hargreeves
"I'm scared of losing you."

Emmy Raver-Lampman as Allison Hargreeves
"We'll get home and fix him up, Eight."

Tom Hopper as Luther Hargreeves

Robert Sheehan as Klaus Hargreeves
"Missed you too, lil sis."

David Castañeda as Diego Hargreeves
"There might still be something I can do for Eight."

Justin H. Min as Ben Hargreeves

"That's not fair. Eight doesn't have powers."

Elliot Page as Vanya Hargreeves
"I never forgot about you, you know."

On October 1st, 1989, 43 children were born. In reality, many more children were born that day, but those 43 were born under very special circumstances - the women who had given birth to them had not been pregnant at the beginning of the day.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, an eccentric, reclusive billionaire from America, took it upon himself to adopt (or, in his case, buy) as many of them as he could.

He obtained seven.

Number One, otherwise known as Luther, had superhuman strength.

Number Two, or Diego, could control the knives he threw.

Number Three, Allison, was able to force anyone to do her bidding simply by saying "I heard a rumor" at the beginning of her sentence.

Number Four, Klaus, had the ability to summon and commune with the deceased.

Number Five, (Name Undisclosed) The Boy, could spatial jump and time travel.

Number Six, Ben (Deceased), was able to bring forth tentacles from his body.

Number Seven, Vanya

No further information.

However, contrary to what many others believed, Sir Reginald Hargreeves did not meet with all 43 of the children's parents. He met with 42.

The final child, along with her family, disappeared some short time before he arrived at their home.

For nearly 4 years, this didn't bother the elderly gentleman, and he was content to train his children strictly and methodically.

Until he began hearing the rumors. Rumors about a girl who a had mind-blowing ability, one that he knew the recently founded Umbrella Academy would benefit from. And so he set out to track her down, along with three of his children. The search took 4 years.

And that is where your story began.

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"Sweetheart, somebody's at the door!" your mother called as she bounced your little sibling on her hip.

"I've got it!" your father responded, and you paused your coloring to glance over at him briefly, kicking the legs of the kitchen chair you were sitting on absentmindedly.

The door opened, and a brief conversation between your father and what you assumed to be another man ensued.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"You can, I believe. Is this the home of Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N)?"

A brief pause.

"Who are you?"

"Sir Reginald Hargreeves, at your service. Now please, won't you invite me in so we can have a civil conversation?"

The door slammed.

"Honey, get (Y/N) and run! Hargreeves is here - hurry!"

Your mother inhaled sharply, taking your free hand and holding the baby over her shoulder.

"We have to go now, (Y/N), so hurry please, Darling." She pulled you towards the back door, but suddenly, a bright flash of light blinded you and you found a boy with dark-brown, almost black hair around your age standing in front of you. Your mother shrieked, but you gazed at him curiously.

"You probably shouldn't run," he said casually, rolling his shoulders. "Sorry, but Dad needs to talk to you."

The front door burst open, and you watched as your father got knocked to the ground by another similarly-aged boy. This time you screamed, hiding behind your mother's skirt.

"Leave my daughter alone," she seethed, spinning to face a man with a mustache, who walked in the door with a pretty young girl.

"I'm afraid your family isn't the right fit for her," he said calmly, approaching slowly. "I'm doing this for your own good."

"Too bad," your mother spit, pulling you around the boy and toward the door once more.

"Number Three!"

"But dad, I don't want to!"

"Now, Number Three. Or you will face the consequences."

The girl sighed and tentatively spoke.

"I heard a rumor..."

Your mother froze in place, and you tugged at her hand anxiously, pleading with her to move.

"That you let her come with us."

Suddenly she was pulling you back into the kitchen, pushing you closer to the man.

"Mom?" you whimpered, running back to her even as she walked away. "Mom, come back! Don't leave me!"

"Come along now, child," the man said sharply. "Or we will make you."

You started to turn away, but a boy suddenly appeared behind you. Your eyes widened as you took a step back, and he leaned in to whisper something.

"Don't try to run. It will only make it worse, and he'll catch you no matter what. Trust me." His green eyes stared into yours urgently, and you bit your lip, hesitating.

"So? Will you be joining us, child?"

You knew you didn't have a choice in the matter, so you tearfully nodded, even as power pulsed at your fingertips and behind your eyelids.

Mom and Dad said never to use it again. Deep breaths.

You sucked in a breath as the man spoke.

"Excellent. Your name will be Number Eight from now on, and I will be your father. These are three of your siblings - Number One, Three, and Five. Now we must be on our way."

The boy disappeared from behind you, reappearing at your side as you exited your house, stepping over your groaning father.

The man whispered something to the girl, and she shook her head quickly, but he scowled and pushed her back into the house. When she emerged, tears were streaming down her face.

You struggled not to let the same happen to you, sniffling and wiping at your nose desperately.

"I'm sorry," the boy said, his eyes on the ground as you walked along awkwardly. "I didn't want to do this."

A moment before you were pushed into a sleek black car, the man approached with his hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Now, Number Three."

"Dad, I really don't want to," the girl whispered, her eyes pleading. "Please."

When he simply tightened his hold on her shoulder, she sighed and ruefully turned to face you.

"I'm sorry for this," she breathed. "I heard a rumor..."