Epilogue
Voldemort stood over him, his eyes glinting, Harry lay in the mud, his eyes never leaving the body of the girl a couple of meters away. The dark man lifted his wand and Harry twisted on the ground, the Crusiatus curse taking its toll. Harry didn't want to go on anymore. Already his world had been broken, he had lost the person he trusted the most. He yowled in pain, but not only for the torture, he screamed for the last couple of hours, he cried out for what they had done to change him. Dumbledore was dead and the bodies were growing. Voldemort had him in his clutches once more, and this time, he was going nowhere.
"Now Harry-" Voldemort whispered to him, "you, die..."
Harry Potter and the Blood of the Enemy
this fiction will be long, I have carefully planned it and have taken over a year to pull the pieces together, now all I have to do, is write it.
It's sixth year and Harry finds himself in a Whirl of emotions and fears. Voldemort wants to capture and kill him even more than before. Around him rest secrets and lies and Harry struggles to overcome the betrayal that leads to his final hours. Something or someone had broken him. Harry finds it hard to trust anyone around him, especially a certain seventh year Slytherin who seems to follow him everywhere. His teachers are closing in and Harry begins to wonder if Dumbledore is the best man to look to in a time of need
You want to know who? The we must start at the beginning. We must start with Voldemort.
Note: I changed the name of this fiction from Long Lost Living Enemy
"Naomi, I implore you to see reason, are you certain the results are correct?" Mr. Gaunt hissed as he strode across the shady jade carpet, his footsteps led to each corner, covering the gold spirals that wove across the vivid depth that enveloped the aged wooden floorboards. His white hands and long fingers were curled into fists and his knuckles pressed themselves against the translucent skin that concealed them, Morfin Gaunt spun on his heel to face the fragile blonde woman with unwavering black eyes, "You took a pathetic muggle concoction, those vermin can't have come up with something as simple as that, there has to be some sort of flaw." He spat the words at her hoping to make her quiver, but she stood her ground, still as stone, her light hair falling in her face as she gazed down her flawless nose to inspect his sudden flourish of movement. Her lips pursed as if she was holding back a passage of vulgar comments. Finally she lifted her stare,
"Morfin, I'm with child."
Morfin stared with cold eyes at his grown son, he had acquired his dark hair and his mother's large wide dark eyes and in contrast with his pale thin and pointed face he looked remotely handsome, but of course there was a price to pay for his carved face. He stood with hands on hips and glared back into Morfin's eyes.
"It's her isn't it? That Caprice woman." He didn't need to go on; they both knew what was coming next,
"I have a son." He whispered, his voice sounded hard but he detected the trace of fear that laced his words. He looked at him unblinking...
How he had screamed, how he had bled, he left him there, tearing the silver locket from his neck as his blood drained away, Morfin had then swept from the room without a backwards glance and tossed the locket down in the shadow of the door way, where a heart wrenched blonde woman sat weeping, holding a tiny boy with a lock of bright hair flowing over his forehead.
Morfin didn't even glimpse the shadows and how they moved with sobs.
The young woman stroked his cheek and pocketed the silver chain from which hung a delicate silver wolf, which prowled the family crest, before gathering up her child and running from the scene.
Adrian Caprice dragged his wife back from the fray, narrowly avoiding a blast of green light. The air roared with cries and the dust swirled so nothing could be seen. Adrian yanked Selena behind him as he ducked into an alley way that led towards their hiding place. He had found them; Riddle had tracked them down after years of hunting and was now in the midst of revenge. Their relation made him a target; he would always be the descendant of Morfin Gaunt and not even the change of a name could save his family now. All he could do was reach his teenage son,
"GO! Run as far as you can, and don't look back! Never look back! I love you son, I love you Delano."
The boy watched his father clutching his beautiful mother; her eyes shining as she grasped his hand one last time pressing something cold and silver in his hands. The boy ran into the fray and left behind the last of his family engulfed in a shock of green and a shout of gleeful cold laughter that seemed to follow in his wake. Delano Caprice ran.
Delano Caprice sat slumped side by side with his wife, in a cell made of harsh stone, at the feet of a dark figure with a silver mask upon his face; engravings told him that the death eater was Nott. Delano sighed and thought of his new born children, Hadrian and Kern, how he wished he could have seen them grow up, his beautiful twins set only apart by their differing hair, Hadrian with locks of raven and Kern with starlight strands. He would miss their eyes and their laughs. Delano put out a shaky hand for his wife Lea to grasp; she gave him a light smile and squeezed his hand, he felt her unnatural power run through his fingers and thought of how she had acquired them, he turned and... They both met the green inferno.
Hadrian ran with his baby girl hidden in his arms, he swerved the muggle cars and ran into the darkened park, his breathing was ragged and eyes wild. He flicked his long dark hair out of his dark brown eyes and then looked down into the loving and innocently beautiful face of his daughter, he whispered,
"Ebony Tala Gaunt, for they know who we are now." He pressed his lips to her smooth pale forehead and placed his bone white wand above her brow, "I give onto thee the final power of your ancestors, the force of Salazar and the wit and intensity of Lea Wreath and hope that you may stay hidden from those who hunt you, watch out for those that you should love." Hadrian whispered as he wrapped a silver chain around the small bundle. The last part of the charm brought forth a blinding light momentarily changed the baby's hair to white blonde and her dark eyes, green, before dissipating and leaving him drained. Hadrian put his new born girl down on wooden bench just as some muggles passed; clothed in garments that almost resembled his own, their robes and pointed hats bobbed off into the distance of the Halloween night just as cracks rent the air and the rush of green met Hadrian Gaunt in the chest.
"Do you feel that?" The woman wrapped in dark leather whispered, she glanced at the body of her former husband and then searched for her child who had been ripped from her deathly grasp short hours ago. It had not taken her long to recover and pursue the weak man, but now at midnight on the 31st of October the woman shrieked as it dawned upon her, she pushed back her sleeve to reveal her mark and found a faded version of the once intact sign. The Dark Lord had fallen and his only living relative had faded into the night.
Ebony Caprice ran. Her footsteps splashing through the shallow puddles that were dotted across the gray pavement. The rain was hard and the wind restless, nothing could be seen through the mass of gray and white, these were the perfect conditions. The dark figure was right on her tail, reaching out his gloved hand to grasp the back of her black shirt that was ripped and splattered with blood. He brandished the twisted and smooth stick and waved it towards the retreating girl as she glanced over her shoulder and saw his snarl. He shouted something she didn't comprehend and all of a sudden she was falling into the sodden ground and rolling through the collected rain. The man pounced and pinned her arms above her head before pointing the dark stick at her face.
"Ebony Gaunt, someone wants a word with you."
The tall strong man hauled her up, twisting her arm behind her back making her cry out.
"Don't, even try and call for help." He pressed the warm stick across Ebony's windpipe, "We wouldn't want any accidents now, would we?" Instead of calling out Ebony twisted out of the dark mans grip and aimed a kick at his shins, but he was ready, and before she could lash out she felt something hit her full in the chest that knocked her to the ground. He stood over her and pointed the stick at her torso. The next thing she knew was unbearable pain all over her body, Ebony felt herself thrashing in the water as what felt like hot arrows embedded themselves into her skin, over and over again, Ebony tried to hold in her scream but before long she was yelling herself hoarse, Ebony curled into a ball as the blinding pain continued, sweat poured from her brow and her eyes rolled around in her sockets. The pain was so bad she felt herself separating from her inner self; her soul. This is was it's like to die, ebony thought as her vision began to grow dark and shadows danced in front of her eyes. Ebony felt like she was being peeled from her body as she started to float upwards, towards the rainy sky, she twisted and glanced down at the horrific scene, she watched the man in the dark clothes laughing as he watched the girl's body shiver and crumple before him. But something in his smile made him falter, Ebony glanced at the girl and felt her jaw hang open; the girl had turned deathly pale and sickening red eyes stared out of the flawless skull which was covered in white blonde hair. Ebony watched as the dark hair left the ends and was replaced with hair like starlight. Lids closed over the red eyes and strands fell across the girl's face, when the eyes opened the coloured enveloped the whites of the girl's eyes. Nothing was left apart from that gut wrenching red that reminded her of something dark and sinister, something at the back of her mind that was tugging ever so gently. As Ebony looked closer she saw something black running like ink from the rim of the girl's left eye. The ink formed a pattern, it wove itself into a snake that grasped a skull, the pattern was dark and Ebony knew it. It burned on the girl's face and a light smile graced her lips. Before Ebony could ponder the smile another wave of pain lashed out and trapped her.
The snake like man sat in a darkened room upon a cruel wooden ornament and stared at the crystal glass that captured the liquid, the glass projected shafts of tinted atmosphere that danced across the crippled desk, the pale man with something missing from his profile lent forward and placed his cruel looking hands either side of the glass, he clenched his fists and white bone came forth and expressed his inner conflict. He reached for the long and pale stick that rested by his left hand, he twirled the object in his long fingers and his eyes watched the movement. His cold red eyes.
A man dressed like the one who had attacked her, entered the room, his mask covering his frightened face, but nothing could hide the fear in his voice as he said,
"My lord, Potter is guarded once more by his residence in the summer; he cannot be touched until he leaves the perimeter." The man with slits replacing a nose; hissed, the cold sound echoed in the room and the other man went rigid with fear. "Bu- but, Malfoy tracked down the girl, we have her location. We know what she looks like and what name she goes by." The man halted as if he knew he'd said enough. But with a trace of determination he drew another breath and said, "Her na- name is-" But he was cut off as the man with red eyes held up his hand.
"I know her name." He paused as he let his high, cold words fade, "The girl will be contained and brought to be- alive. Her well being must be of the up most importance, for I will need her. The power she holds beneath will belong to me, even if it means keeping her alive by my side forever. But hear me? I talk too much; already the girl must be confused..."
"My lord?" But the man did not answer; instead he looked at Ebony as if she was really in the room. He smiled and his cat like eyes shined with false warmth...
Ebony felt air rush past her ears as the image dissolved in front of her. She watched the smile turn into a leer before it disappeared completely. Ebony felt her body fall as if under the influence of gravity and thoughts burned in her skull. Who was the man with the flat and snake like face, why was he interested in her? Why could he see her when the other man could not? Why did she feel some sort of bond between her and the man with the red eyes? Why did that sense of crushing fear control her mind when she was in his presence? Before she could think further, blinding light pressed against her eyes and she threw her arms in front of her face. When the light decreased she lowered her arms and saw a graveyard, in the centre of the graveyard stood to boys- back to back- with their own wooden sticks held out. What they failed to notice was the approaching figure of a small mousey man who held something wrapped in dark cloth. Ebony wanted to yell out, to warn the boys who still hadn't noticed the man.
"Did anyone tell you the cup was a portkey?" The taller boy whispered.
"Nope" said the small boy who seemed to be struggling to stand. The two figures were looking around now and Ebony let out a sigh of relief. The smaller of the two spotted the man and whispered, "Someone's coming" The two boys looked at each other and began to lower their sticks. The man who was walking towards them stopped and then suddenly the small boy let out a scream as he crumpled to the ground. The taller boy looked down and then moved himself in front of the boy who was now retching and yelling. Before anything could be said, familiar sounds escaped the black cloth the man was cradling.
"Kill the spare!" was shouted and before Ebony could run forward she heard another voice yell something in another tongue, and a green light engulfed the tall boy and he fell to the ground. Dead. Ebony stared with fearful eyes and looked at the smaller boy who had stopped yelling and lay on the ground. Eyes closed in fright. He looked a year younger than Ebony and he was covered in dirt and grime, he wore red and black and his hair was plastered across his forehead, but Ebony could make out a lightning bolt scar that was glowing red. The boy had round glasses with black frames and when the boy opened his eyes, vivid green irises stared at the dead boy beside him. He whimpered as he was grabbed by the hunched man and shoved over to a head stone, where he was tied. Ebony couldn't make out where the ropes had come from, but she came to the conclusion that the sticks that these people held were not ordinary tree branches. Ebony's heart twisted as the man hit the boy around the face to stop him struggling. The young boy gasped and hissed,
"You!", rage hit Ebony, the boy knew his captor!
After that, everything became a haze and Ebony only recognised the screams of the boy and the high cold laughter of the snake like man-Ebony could only guess-. She hated this, she hated the torture, the screams and the pain that she had to witness, she hated watching the cruel man prowl around the exhausted boy who now lay at his feet. She despised his words and his actions and was disgusted at the other men who watched.
A growl escaped her lips and her hands formed fists. Yet the anger was soon turned to fear as she felt eyes on her back. Slowly, Ebony turned to face the snake like man, who had been watching the scene by her side the whole time.
"Ah, Ebony, I see you've witnessed my rebirth, I must say, I do not recall the boy screaming so loud." He stopped to let a cold laugh out as he raised his white stick and trained it on her heart. Ebony closed her eyes slowly and then stared into the others.
"What did you do to him?" She asked through clenched teeth. She set her jaw and never let her stare waver. The man smiled and a cold wave passed through the atmosphere that swayed Ebony.
"You share some traits I see. Well, then I know your weakness. Ebony, I know who you are even if you don't. You think you come from a filthy muggle family and live a normal life, but what you don't realise is that your blood is pure and runs with power. You are a hardened core of ancient magical ability that is just waiting to be... taken. Ebony! Together we could be great!" His voice took a sinister tone "Together we could purge this world of filth and rule over those who have lost their way." Ebony laughed, it was her turn.
"You think you can fool me? I was a child once, but I know how to say no," the man's smile had left his face leaving an ugly frown. "You're right, I don't know who I am, but I know this. It will be a cold day in hell when I lend a hand to you!" The man sneered,
"But you can't keep your darker side in check for long Ebony. Why, what's this?" He smiled and flicked his stick to her face "Already you are handing yourself into my hands, for you bare my mark." Ebony moved her hand to her face and felt the indent in her skin; she followed the mark and made out the snake curling around the skull. She gasped and made to move, but the man had immobilised her with a slight movement of the white branch. He moved around her and it reminded her of how he had prowled around the boy in the graveyard. He stopped in front of her, inches away and lifted one long finger and placed it on her cheek. Screams left her mouth as his finger came into contact with her skin, in her mind the boy was screaming alongside her. The snake like man smiled and enjoyed her pain as he watched her eyes fill with tears of pain. "You will never be rid of me Ebony Gaunt, and who could deny their own family? Surly you aren't that cold?" He lifted his finger and Ebony breathed again. Refusing to hear the words he had just uttered, but the man was ruthless and paused before saying, "You are my blood, my bone my mind and my essence, you are part of me." Ebony shook her head and held her breath.
Suddenly he walked away from her and hissed,
"It, is done, you share what the boy also holds, and remember Ebony, you can't be free of me." He turned and faded from her vision and then graveyard came back into view. The boy was gone, and the man was pacing.
"His scar! His scar is what connects us. His scar is the window into his mind; his scar will help me control him. It's like a bond." Ebony gasped and reached for her face, but the mark was gone. Was that what she had? A bond? Like the boy's scar? Could she be controlled?
The graveyard fled from view and she now found herself above her blonde headed body, with the red eyes and dark mark, standing proud and tall. The attacker at her feet. He did not move.
Ebony blinked the tears from her eyes and they cascaded down her face. She shook the man and tried to make him respond, her breathing was uneven and she felt the full force of the trauma hit her. Her hands shook as the attacker opened his gray eyes and threw daggers at her. He bared his teeth and pushed her so she fell backwards; losing her balance. He stood and pointed his stick at her. Ebony drew her knees into her chest and waited for the pain, but it did not come. She glanced up at the man who was staring at something over her shoulder. She turned and saw an old man with a white beard that was looped into a silver chain. He wore gray robes and a small cap with a bell hanging down the front. In his hand he held his own weapon, the stick was thin and long. On his nose perched half moon glasses and behind those lay sparkling blue eyes that held so much light and authority. A loud crack momentarily deafened Ebony and she spun around to face the empty air, her attacker was gone.
"Ebony Caprice I presume?" The elder man said softly, placing the stick behind his robes. She nodded her head in agreement and he smiled. "How nice to finally meet you."
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Ebony Caprice is not like Ebony from My immortal, I will take it as an offence if you think the same. Read on to find out more. Ebony is the last known descendant of Salazar, I know there are a lot of relative fictions out there, but I aim to differ from those. I have resubmitted this chapter because of some key plot mistakes.
This chapter is a time line, next chapter we will visit Harry and then you'll see where it stems from there. I hope you enjoy it and Reviews are welcomed
Harry Potter and the Blood of the Enemy ©
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Includes captures, battles, confrontations and violence in later chapters
