Ebony Potter and the Facade

A/N- Although this may seem strange please keep reading. Currently Voldie and Ebony sare sorta in different dimension, so watch out! Also this IS a more developed version than my original The Facade... HAPPY READING

Lastly the Harry Potter World is JK Rowlings...

Prologue

With a small gasp; Voldemort returned from the past through a portal, and fell onto the stone plateau which was carefully hidden in the dark foliage of Syndicate Forest. His heart pounded painfully in his skeletal chest, which most likely now contained many broken ribs from his fall. Beads of sweat, laced with blood, dripped steadily from his face and angrily, the Dark Lord wondered why there were none of his followers here to assist him. He'd told them that solitude was necessary for the ritual to go back in time, but the returning may have resulted in his demise, and no aid was given.

Slowly, he stretched, trying to relieve himself from the foetal position he had unconsciously formed; while ignoring all of his protesting muscles. The thought suddenly came to him that he actually didn't want his death eaters to see him as weak as this. As he finally managed to stand, he saw the most beautiful sunset. Crimson skies once again tainted the horizon, indicating recent bloodshed; which satisfied Voldemort to no end. It had finally begun, the only set back of the unexpected battle that had taken place. It took years of complex planning, but his mission to go back further in time had actually succeeded, and now he had one less threat to be wary of.

Pleased with his first victory, the Dark Lord erupted with malevolent laughter. However, he stopped due to a painful spasm of his battered frame. Swiftly remembering the lack of his followers, his eyes darted to the ground of the lifeless forest. Soon he found the concealed path, and made his way down the route. Although his demeanour held a mask of calm, hisred eyes betrayed him which showed the first person he came across would definitely suffer.

Sighing mournfully, a young woman walked to the centre of the flat terrain, and admired the architectural masterpiece that stood before her. It had been her home for about fourteen years, and where at her eleventh birthday the last part of her childhood was immorally stripped away. Although once she had become embittered at the sight of it, now as she prepared to leave a deep sadness settled in her heart.

Four years was a long time when training for eventually a fight for your life. When Ebony was just eleven her destiny was shown to her by The Mages Council, and she'd been training with her mentor Culvic ever since. Slowly they had created a small relationship; Ebony was still resentful at not being allowed to go to Hogwarts, but after time Culvic had become a companion and father figure as well as mentor.

"It has begun, I feel it," whispered Culvic, as he stepped out of the growing shadows. He walked gracefully towards Ebony even though he had a slight limp, which was counter- balanced by his staff. His greying hair was loosely held at the nape of his neck, and his omniscient eyes which usually contained a sparkle of curiosity were solemn.

Nodding her head in agreement, Ebony fastened her two daggers onto her forearms. They were extremely old, inherited from her mysterious grandfather, though not in blood; who told her they would help her in the future. Of course most people believed that her grandfather was insane, but few alleged that he was actually a seer mage. They were rare now a day and preferred to remain anonymous due to the publicity they attracted as well as death threats. Many people demanded to know what would happen in their futures, and in several cases seer mages had died when fights had erupted.

Most mage weapons had magical powers; however the daggers had lain dormant for many years. They were pure silver and at the hilt was a huge onyx stone. Unrecognisable text was intricately engraved on the blade, and now glowed with ferocity at the latest events. The blades had finally awakened, and had easily bonded with Ebony.

Sighing, Ebony secured the rest of her concealed weapons and grabbed her small leather bag, which contained the bare necessities. Delaying the inevitable was just un-wise as eventually all events would come to pass. Unfortunately Voldemort had come to defy that; when changing small events of time due to the death of Horatio Ravenclaw, the last of Rowena's line. Somehow he had tapped into part of a time mages power, and managed to go back in time. Most time mages could manage a day or two at the most. But somehow Voldemort travelled at least a month, and it wasn't even his power. This caused his enemy to be unprepared as he obviously killed him, removing the threat before it became one.

Horatio was actually a good friend of her Grandfathers, before both of there immoral deaths. Ebony's grandfather was indeed believed by Voldemorts's forces to be a seer, and was murdered, just after giving her his daggers. Horatio had provided a lot of insight on Voldemorts's growing forces, and his death just made Ebony believe he was correct in many cases.

Dwelling was also another un- wise thing to do, Ebony thought grimly, as more memories resurfaced. Shaking her head, she rid himself of her thoughts and turned to Culvic.

"The twin Fyres will meet you at Dryomen's rock", Culvic said shortly his gaze never wavering. Their eyes connected, Ebony's seemingly penetrating the aging man, who refused to relent. Suddenly Culvic broke his stare, and uncharacteristically embraced his young apprentice. They'd been delaying their goodbyes. Ebony was meant to go back to the wizarding world a year ago, and now two people close to her were dead.

"Don't do anything reckless", was the last thing Culvic said before Ebony turned her back, and began to fulfil her destiny…

A/N... yes i know another GASP. But i would like to say thanks to everyone who actually made it this far... please review!