His Little Princess

Chapter II: You Wanted To See Me?

  Ebony awoke to a frightened looking house elf gently shaking her awake. As soon as her stormy grey eyes opened, the house elf jumped back, as if preparing for a punishment. 

  "Hey it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." Ebony yawned.

" Teepey is not meaning to disturb mistress, but the master wishes to see her in the masters study immediately!"

  "Did he say what he wanted?" Ebony asked.

"Nos mistress, master just sent Teepey to wakes you up." 

" Oh, alright...well thank you Teepey you can leave now." Ebony said as she hopped out of bed. Teepey rushed out of the room, almost tripping on her fraying robe as she went. Ebony stretched and surveyed her room, it was anything from modest, and anything from her style. Dark purple walls and dark oak floors, a king size four-poster bed with a silk purple duvet, a dark oak vanity and dresser, a large oak wardrobe, and a writers desk, of course in dark oak. Over the years, Ebony had tried to make the room her own. Putting up posters of her favorite singer ( Melanie Martinez ), pictures of her and Draco, and posters of The Chudley Cannons. Obviously she did this without telling her father, he never came into her room and if he did, he would be positively furious that she had tacked a single nail on his wall without his permission. Ebony hastily snatched a T-Shirt and a pair of jeans from her wardrobe, brushed her hair, and put on a light amount of makeup before running down to meet her father, he didn't have a lot of patience, especially in the morning. She ran through the castle until she came to the large double doors of her father's study. Ebony tentatively wrapped her hand around the brass snake doorknocker and rapped it against the door. 

"Enter..." Said a hissing voice from the other side of the door. Ebony hastily flung open the door and rushed inside, trying to smooth out the bumps in her ponytail with her palms. 

" You wished to see me, father?" Ebony asked softly, staring at her feet. 

"Yes...Ebony my princess, sit down. " The Dark Lord hissed, seating himself behind a large desk. Ebony lowered herself into a chair in front of the desk, pushing a stubborn strand of hair from her face. 

"Ebony, Ebony, Ebony... my darling you have been with me for almost 15 years now." 

" Yes father...." Ebony said uneasily, not sure where the conversation was heading. 

"You have seen me at my weakest, and now my strongest." 

Ebony remembered his weak days well, a little too well. Soon after her father had cursed Harry Potter, he became a weak being...not even human. For sometime he relied on his servants for a full body, this was before Ebony was even born...although she never knew her mother. Ebony had only seen her father on occasion when she was young, mostly being raised by the Malfoy family, which is how she and Draco got to be so close. When Voldemort had regained his strength he had brought Ebony back into his life, as he put it, she "cleaned up his public image" . Ebony didn't really know what his "image" was, or his campaign for that matter. Ebony was left in the dark when it came to her fathers causes. 

 "Ebony, it is time that you start learning the Dark Arts." 

The words hit her like a wall of bricks. Ebony knew her father was involved with the Dark Arts, but it had never occurred to her that she would have to one day practice them as well. Ebony had learned all her magic from a tutor, the tutor came three times a week and taught her everything from potions to transfiguration. Ebony did have a wand of her own, but she mostly liked to use it to conjure up pretty lights or to clean her room. 

 " But father, the tutor can't teach me that... it would be illegal!" Ebony sputtered, immediately regretting opening her mouth. However, instead of pure rage being thrown at her, Ebony was given a wheezy chuckle. 

" My darling, I will teach you."