Being Ebony Potter, the eldest daughter of famous Harry Potter and virtuous Ginny Weasley Potter is not an easy spot to hold. There was always a certain aura surrounding me, to many assumptions. Until I was fifteen I enjoyed the glow, was perfectly happy to be in Gryffindor, and worked hard at making the Quiditch team. A task which I accomplished with ease by second year when I was a beater. I wore my dark hair and 'sparkling green eyes' with pride enjoying nothing more than when I was told I was the 'spitting image of my father. A real Daddy's girl I was. I didn't even mind getting harassed by Snape; it was just proof that I was a Potter. From first year until the end of fifth, I was the perfect child.

To complete my perfect little life I had my best friend Jenny. She and I stuck together through it all. We even had plans to live next to each other once we grew up. Due to the fact that she was the other beater on the house team, shared my dorm room, and was in all my classes, other kids in our year stared referring to us collectively as 'Jebony'. We were never apart. To be quiet honest she was just like family, I called her parents by their first names and she called mine 'Ginny' and 'Harry'.

After my fifth year, the summer before my sixth, my whole life changed. The Death Eaters were starting to join ranks again. Of course my father had defeated Voldermort once and for all years back, but now there were rallying together with out a Dark Lord but a Dark Council. At the head of the council was Draco Malfoy. Everyone knew he wasn't the true power behind the Death Eaters but he was the one who held the reigns. No one was taking the attacks very seriously due to the firm belief in the fact that Voldermort was gone for good. I remember listening that summer to my parents talking in the kitchen once they thought I was asleep.

"Harry, all I'm saying is be careful, I don't want to lose you," my mother was saying

"It's just a few idle attacks. They'll get bored soon enough." my father replied.

"But they're going to come after you."

"No they won't. They're just having what they call fun, sickening as it may be. They wouldn't try and kill me that would be detrimental to their cause. The instant we get attacked is when people start taking the threat seriously, the only reason they're succeeding so well now is because the ministry is turning a blind eye."

"I'm, just worried for you and the girls of course." my mother said referring to me and Stacy, my younger sister by five years.

"Don't be sweetie, if any one is safe it's us." Overhearing that conversation dissolved any fears I once had. In truth I was feeling much as my mother had but like I've said, I was proud to be a Potter and trusted my father with all my heart. If he said everything would be okay, I believed it would. Our little nuclear family was okay in truth. Father was right, none of the Death Eaters had the guts to attack us. They did however, have the guts to attack Jenny. That's another conversation I remember from that summer.

"Ebony, I have to tell you something," my father said as he entered my room.

"Yes Daddy?" I smiled sweetly generally surprised to see him home at this hour, "why aren't you at the Ministry?"

"I have some disturbing news," he said.

"What's wrong, are Mom and Stace okay?"

"They're fine."

"Then what is it?"

"I'm afraid it's- it's Jenny."

"What about her?" I was suddenly very afraid.

"Her house was attacked last night. She and her entire family were found dead this morning. I just heard from the ministry and came right home to tell you. I'm sorry" My entire life changed in that instant. Jenny was part of me. I mine as well have lost my wand arm.

"But-but you said they couldn't get to us. I heard you telling Mum the other night."

"And I meant it. They still won't. But Jenny, well they decided to hit Jenny's house last night."

"Why Daddy?" I asked, "Why Jenny? She never did anything to any of them."

"Power sweetie." he said and held me, "They hurt innocent unsuspecting people to feel powerful." I didn't reply, just sobbed and sobbed until I wasn't sure if I could cry anymore.

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Everyone expected me to "bounce back" from the tragedy. After all, my father had survived Voldermort's attack at one and turned out okay despite being raised by the Dursleys. Well my mother had been posses by Voldermort and had gotten over it in a few weeks. I believe it was because I grew up with so little tragedy in my life that I couldn't 'bounce back' like everyone wanted me to. My father had allowed to me grieve for a month or so but then he started saying things like, 'perk up' and, 'you'll make new friends'. I know he was just trying to help but I didn't want to perk up, I had no desire to make new friends. I wanted Jenny back. By August I was a shell of the perfect daughter I had once been.

"You could have stopped them." I told my father once, "With just one curse. Just by getting involved you could have stopped them from killing Jenny." My father looked at me for an instant, quite taken aback by my sudden and calm statement.

"Ebby," he said, "I couldn't have done a thing. You know my power was simply against Voldermort."

"But what you told Mom was true, one attack from you and those Death Eaters would be to scared to carry on."

"Ebby, I'm not the one who can stop them. They just want power." Something about those words made something inside me click. Here my father was, holding the key to stop the rising Death Eaters from killing and he was sitting on his hands waiting for the problem to 'work itself out'. He was scared of power.

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I returned to Hogwarts changed that September. I was determined that I wouldn't be scared of power like my father. I wanted power. I spent the first part of the year prior to Christmas break withdrawing from my Gryffindor friends. It wasn't as if I meant to but I couldn't help it. Everything I used to love about Hogwarts was gone. Without Jenny, Quiditch had lost it's fun. I didn't have anyone to sneak around the halls with using Dad's old cloak and map. With no one to giggle with and talk to I began to immerse myself in my studies. I wanted to know everything about Magic. Everything there was to know. With that knowledge would come power. I wasn't scared of power. Power, I found it my studies, laid largely in the Dark Arts.

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A/N Sorry so short but I want to see what, if any feedback I get before I continue.

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