AN: So this is a story that's been in my head for about a year. After I post this prologue and another two chapters, the story will go in no order; I may post a chapter of Ebony's third year and then, for example, a chapter of her sixth year. I really hope that you'll like it
Prologue
Tom Marvolo Riddle, also know as Lord Voldemort, Dark Lord and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, was never in love. Not even when he married Cynthia Aurelia Jones. He wasn't even attracted to her. He married because he needed a heir. No, he never thought that he will die, he made sure of it, but he expected that, after some time, his job would become boring. He didn't care who was he marrying, as long as the girl was a pureblood, he only cared about the child that was soon to be born.
He didn't care when he killed the girl year after she gave born to his daughter, nor did he care when the daughter was sent to Cynthia's brother to raise her.
He didn't care about little Ebony-his daughter-while she was a mere child. He waited for her to grow up so that he could mark her as a Death Eater, nor did he care what was her childhood like.
Tom Marvolo Riddle never actually cared about anything but ruling the world