Ebony Chapter 2, a harry potter fanfic

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Ebony

Chapter Two

It was lot harder to go to a concert than Harry realized.

They had already gotten the tickets for it. Hermione took care of that. But that doesn't mean that was the final part of going to a concert. He had never gone to a concert before because of the Dursleys. He just thought that people just go to a place to hear a person sing or play an instrument of some kind but according to Ginny and Hermione, there was a lot more to it. He had to dress a certain way. That was also confusing, because Harry was just thinking about putting on a T-shirt and jeans and go. But the Ginny sent him back to his room and gave Ron directions to dress him 'appropriately' for Ebony's concert. Thirty minutes later, he came out dressed in a black T-shirt and dark blue jeans. That was pretty much all he had in his wardrobe that was worth wearing to his first concert. Ron came out with a blood red shirt (that was too close to the color of his hair) and black jeans. Fred and George wore black T-shirt that "Ebony" is smoky, swirled letters and dark blue jeans. The boys were dressed and ready for the concert in less than an hour. The girls on the other hand, took about three hours.

Ginny was wearing a sort of dress that had a corset-fitting top and the skirt part of it looked like it was ripped all the way around that bottom of the dress. The skirt was just a plain black while the corset was set of bright red and yellow mixed together like fire. She wore a red and yellow striped sock that went past her knee on her leg and the same patterned sleevelet on her right arm that reached to her elbow. Under the dress was black see-through shirt that was missing a right arm. She wore plain black shoes as well. On her face she wore black eye shadow and simple lip gloss. The boys were shocked but not as shocked as they were with Hermione's outfits.

Her hair was tied up. She wore a black dress with tied straps. The dress reached to her calves and had two layers at the bottom. She had two belts on that weren't tied to anything and just hung at irregular angles. She had black bead necklace around her neck. She wore black knee-high boots and over those red and black striped leg warmers. She had sleevelets on both arms of the same pattern as the leg warmers. She wore red lip gloss and black eyeliner around her eyes.

The boys just stared at the two girls in shock before Ron exclaimed, "Hermione! Ginny! What in the bloody hell are you guys wearing!"

Hermione and Ginny just walked by them while Hermione, "Oh hush Ron. All the girls dress like this at Ebony's concerts. It's the way to dress. Now let's see who are chaperones are, shall we?"

That when Fred and George both exclaimed, "CHAPERONES. We don't need chaperones! We're not bloody kids for god's sake!"

"Well mom seems to think so. She's asking people in the meeting today who would take us. She still thinks we're a bunch of stupid kids." Ginny said in a huff.

"Oh come on it's not like that. Mrs. Weasley just wants to make sure that we're safe. Ya know, with Voldemort alive and kicking." Harry said.

Ginny just glared at him before continuing to walk to the parlor to wait for their chaperones the other following close behind.

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"Ebony is having a concert? Here? Tonight? Why weren't any of us informed until now?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well it was sort of a 'last minute' thing. Hermione had bought the tickets last months and hadn't told the kids until two weeks ago. And they didn't tell us until two days ago." Mrs. Weasley said grudgingly, since she had to ask people to chaperone at the last minute.

"I'd be happy to help you out, Molly. I don't have anything else to do tonight. I'd like to see what Ebony's music is about." Remus said with a warm smile.

"I'll go, too! Make sure it's not a trap." Sirius said loudly.

Severus snorted, "You can't go, Black, unless you want to give yourself to the dementors." He smirked as Black glared at him.

Dumbledore sighed before saying, "I'm afraid Severus is right. Sirius you can't go. You're still in hiding." Dumbledore then gave wide grin toward Severus and said, "Severus how about you go?"

Severus' smirk fell off his face in less than a second. "Me? Go to a concert for a teenage girl with a bunch of Gryffindor lions? Don't think that's going to happen, Dumbledore. There's no way."

Dumbledore smile did not go away though. "Oh… alright Severus. I just thought that you would like to go to see your goddaughter in semi-person before we actually try to contact her. She may not want to meet us." Mostly everyone in the room knew what he was trying to do. He was baiting Severus into going to the concert. Only question was would it work.

It did.

"Fine. I'll go to the stupid concert." Severus said grudgingly.

"Well now that that's settled, I believe this meeting has adjoined since we have nothing to speak of."

The Weasley parents, Lupin, and Severus of course stayed. After a few moments of silence, Arthur coughed and said, "Well shall we join the kids. From what they said the concert starts soon and I know they don't want to be late."

They rose from their seat and left the meeting room. They walked into the parlor to see the kids already ready for the concert.

Severus looked around the room. The way all of them were dressed was peculiar, especially Granger's and the Weasley girl's. That's when Molly started yelling.

"Ginevra Weasley! What are you wearing! And the makeup!"

"Mom, calm down. All the girls dress like this to Ebony's concerts." Ginny said.

Hermione decided to step in, "She's right Mrs. Weasley everybody dresses like that to her concerts."

Mrs. Weasley began to calm down, "Oh alright then. Well here are you're chaperones-"

That's when Ron decided to yell, "Oh come on, mom! We're teenagers! I think we can take care of ourselves for one small little concert."

"I won't hear any of it, Ronald! You either go with chaperones or you don't go at all!"

Ron sat back with his arms crossed and looked at the two behind his mother. "At least we get Remus… SNAPE! Mom! You've got to be kidding!"

All the teens except for Ron slapped their hands against the faces for Ron's subtlety or lack there of.

"Can't we just have Remus!" He whined.

"No You cannot 'just have Remus'. Professor Snape volunteered to chaperone and I will not have insult his kindness. You will have come with you as well. He will protect you-"

"From what? A hot teen singing sensation? Mom, we're going to concert, not a dark alley. What could possibly happen to us there?"

That's when Molly hesitated for moment. She couldn't tell the children about Ebony's parentage. It could leak out somehow. Even though Ebony was still only a teenager, she still didn't trust the girl and wouldn't until they finally met her. So instead she said, "You mind your mother and take these two with you to the concert or you will not go at all, young man. Do you understand me?"

Ron tightened his crossed his arms and huffed, still glaring the wall in front of him. He then huffed out, "Yes."

"Yes Ma'am." Molly corrected.

"Yes Ma'am."

That's when Hermione decided to speak up, "Sorry to interrupt, but the concert starts in about an hour and if we want to get some of the good seats, we have to leave… now."

As everyone got up on that note, Harry pulled Hermione to the side, "Why would Snape volunteer to come with us to a concert? I thought he hated our very existence. Why would he help us?"

Hermione snorted, "Oh Harry, don't be such a drama queen. I'm sure he just did it to help us out."

Harry just stared at her disbelieving as they walked outside, "You really believe that, don't you?"

Hermione snapped her tongue, "Of course I don't. He probably has his own reasons for wanting to watch us, but right now all we can do is just give him the benefit of a doubt."

Harry thought of the pro and cons of that statement before nodding slowly and spoke no more of the subject as the Knight Bus stopped in front of the group.

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Ebony was in her dressing room getting for her third-to-last concert of her Europe tour. She loved doing concerts. She just thought it as the best part of her fame. In a concert she can just let go and feel and do whatever she wanted (almost). She can get all her steam off and just go crazy. All of her fans screaming, the bright lights, and the music blasting in her ears… it just gave her a giant rush of adrenaline that just felt great.

She was just putting the finishing touches of her makeup on her face. Her classic eyeliner drawn heavily around her eyes with black eye shadow and she chose to use a dark red lipstick shine. As she finished she stepped away from the mirror and studied her look to make sure that it was perfect. "Ugh! Stop posing in the mirror already. You're a teen punk-pop star, not a super model."

Ebony rolled her eyes and turned around to glare at her guitarist, Cameron. "Shut up, Cam." He just sat on the couch that was against the wall. 'Look at him smiling like an idiot.' Ebony thought. Cameron was a twenty-three year old smart ass with a look to go with it. His hair was a bright orange with yellow at the tips to resemble fire. He dyed it that way when he eighteen.

A woman came behind her and put a hand her shoulder. "Chill, Ebony. It's all good. He's just messing with you." She smiled as Ebony turned. "You're right, Mo'Nique. I won't let the asshole get to me." Mo'Nique was black, tall, wise woman for her age of 24. She had short purple hair and had piercing on her ears, left eyebrow, and nose. She was the pianist of Ebony's band. Ebony continued to look in the mirror.

She wore a white and black striped tank top, black jeans, and simple black converses. She decided to wear a fingerless glove sleevelet the same pattern and colors as her shirt on her right arm and then a plain black fingerless leather glove on her left hand. She wore many black bangles on her gloved hand plus a silver-spiked wrist band. She painted her nails black yesterday while she was in the hotel, bored out her mind. She tied her hair back into a ponytail and let her bangs hang over her forehead. She wore a silver cross around her neck that hung down to her stomach. Her eyeliner made her red eyes stand out more.

'Perfect.' she thought with a smile. She sat on the couch, a good three feet away from where Cameron sat. That's when the door opened. "Yo dude. Have you checked out the food bar? They have everything on there!" And in walked in Wolly, the bass of the band, carrying a plate piled with food. He put it on the table and he and Wolly began to chow down. Wolly was a brunette 21 year old with a very high metabolism. He was almost always eating something. Ebony and Mo'Nique watched in disgusted fascination as they stuffed their faces. "Boys." They mumbled at the same time.

The door opened again with a slam and a girl ran in. She spotted the two practically inhaling the food and her face darkened in anger. She walked over to them and slapped both of them in the back of the head, making Ebony laugh out loud. 'Good ol' Kim puts the boys in their place.' Kim was the drummer of the group, with a… somewhat angry disposition. Her real name was Kimberley, but if you wished to live you would never call her that. She had five piercings in her right ear, three in her left, one ring in her right eyebrow, a stud diamond in her left nostril, and a tongue ring. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up messily. "How dare you guys eat all the food without me?! I was hungry too, ya know!" She stomped over to the couch, sat down next to Ebony and put her arm around her shoulders. "Hey. Pipsqueak. You ready?"

Ebony smirked without looking at her. "I was born ready."

Kim chuckled at that. "Yeah whatever. That's what they always say."

Ebony flipped her off.

The door opened a crack and in popped the head of Katsui, her guardian. "Hey you guys, the stage manager said curtain in 45 minutes so you should start getting…" he stopped in mid sentence when he saw that they were already ready. "Oh… well… ok well just hang around a little bit then." And he closed the door. Ebony rolled her eyes. "You'd think that he would realize that we're always ready way before the show even starts." Mo (Mo'Nique) said before sitting in a chair in front of the mirror. "He needs to learn how to knock. What if we were changing when opened the door." Kim said. Wolly snorted. "Oh sure. You would change in front of two guys." Kim threw a cushion at Wolly and it hit its mark.

"Ay Mo. Toss me my bag." Ebony said. Mo glanced at Ebony's duffel bag which was sitting under the makeup table. She picked it up and tossed it at Ebony. Ebony caught it before it slammed her face and opened it. She always brought stuff so she wouldn't get bored.

"What are you looking for?" Cam asked.

"Something to ease my boredom."

"Oh are we boring you?" Kim asked sarcastically.

"Yup." She shifted through the bag until her hand wrapped around something small. She pulled it out and realized it was her butterfly hair pin. It used to be her mother's but she gave it to her before she died she smiled at it as she remember all the good times she had with her mom. 'Times were so much happier then.' Sadness seeped in at that point.

She shook her head vigorously then slapped her cheeks. 'I can't keep looking at the past. Whatever happened happened. People die. That's all there is to it.' She shook her head one more time.

Cam walked over to her, "Hey. What's up Ebony. You just now startin' to get stage fright?"

Ebony snorted, "You wish."

Wolly walked over as well and said, "Good. Just like your song 'You Got Nerve!'"

That's when Cam and Wolly decided to break out in song, Cam playing an air guitar. They started dancing around the room like idiots.

We haven't met
And that's okay
'Cause you will be asking for me one day
Don't want to wait
In line

The moment is mine believe me

Don't close your eyes
'Cause it's a chance worth takin'
And I think that I can shake you

I know where I stand
I know who I am
I would never run away when life gets bad, it's
Everything I see
Every part of me
Gonna get what I deserve
I got nerve-

"I hate you guys." Ebony mumbled.'

Wolly and Cam shared a good laugh before Cam said, "Hey it's your fault for making such a shitty song in the first place."

"News flash. I made that song when I was twelve, when I was first starting my career. I made a lot of songs that I'm not proud of now, okay? It was way before I met you guys and I was still blinded by the darkness of conformism."

Mo chuckled, "Very poetic, Ebony, but stick to songwriting, not poetry."

Ebony stuck her tongue out at her when the door opened again. Katsui appeared again and announced, "Okay, guys. Curtain in 15. Band is wanted out onstage now." And he disappeared.

"Guess that's our cue."

As they got up to leave, Ebony followed suit. "I'm coming with you. I'm not staying in here by myself."

When hey were outside she stopped and looked around the stage area. She looked around it, analyzing every part. She would have to say that every backstage is different in its own way. She stared at everyone that walked by her getting everything ready.

"Curtain in five!" she heard the manager yell. She blanched, "Already?" mumbled. That's when her band got on stage to set up their instruments. She smiled at them and they smiled back. Cam looked at her and gave her peace sign, which she returned. They had been working together for a few years now. She felt like they were sort of her family in a weird sort of way. Cam and Wolly were her annoying older brothers, Kim was her cranky older sister, and Mo was her wise older sister who she could talk to about anything. In her mind, everything was all good. The manager walked up to her and gave her a microphone. She stood near the stage, waiting for the show to beginning. She could hear the crowd already riled up for the concert. The screaming was intense. The manager on the other side of the stage counted down the seconds for it to start.

Three…

Two…

One…

A guy went onstage and starting yelling into the microphone in his hand, "Hello London! Are you guys ready to rock?!" The crowd's screaming raised a few more decibels in reply. "Well then, I would love to introduce your favorite rocker and mine… EBONY!"

She smirked and mumbled "Showtime." before running on stage.

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After a stomach wrenching ride on the Knight Bus, they got off the bus unsteadily, Ron almost off the stairs if Harry hadn't grabbed him the back of shirt before he hit pavement.

Harry looked around the area only to realize that the place was empty except for one building that looked extremely raggedly in appearance. It looked like abandoned theater. There was a sign above the entrance that was barely legible with dust that said "The Palace". On the entrance door there was a half ripped poster that said "Ebony". At first Harry was a little disappointed. It didn't really look like a place that a famous pop star would sing in. Then he realized that it was just a front. There had to be more to it, right.

Ginny, seeing his confusion, grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the entrance. "Come on. We have to gotta get seats." She smiled and pulled him inside.

That's when noise overcame him. It was a bunch of chatter mixed with music. There was another door that was guarded by a big man who looked like he wouldn't put up with any nonsense. Nest to him sat a petite woman in a fold out chair. As they walked closer the man put one of his big burly arms in front of the door leading to the stage audience, signaling them to stop. The woman yawned before holding out a thin hand and saying, "Tickets."

Everybody pulled out a ticket from their pockets and gave it to the woman and going inside. Hermione took out two extra tickets. She looked at Snape and Remus and said, "Don't worry. I didn't forget you guys." She gave the tickets to the woman and they all went inside.

Harry looked around the concert room. It was huge. It had no chairs on the floor part of the audience area but there were bleachers on the walls and a medium sized stage with a sort of catwalk part that was in the center of the main stage and extended in the audience on the floor. Lights of all colors shined all over the place from the ceiling and stage and light music played in the background. There was no one on the stage at the moment so he guessed the concert hadn't started yet. Looking at his watch he saw that the concert wouldn't start for another forty-five minutes. He saw that only about twenty people crowded around the stage while about another thirty sat on the bleachers.

Ginny dragged Harry to the stage while the other followed. Remus clapped his hands to get everyone attention. "Ok you guys. Have fun. Professor Snape and I will be sitting over there," He pointed to the some bleachers to the left, closest to the stage, "So don't worry." And with that, he and Snape walked off.

They stood there for the rest of the minutes, just watching the people flood in, filling the floor and bleachers. To as far as Harry could see the audience pretty much consisted of teens and young adults and dressed in both dark and bright colors. Finally he saw movement on the stage. The band was getting on the stage, setting up their instruments. The music streaming out of the speakers stopped. The screaming and chattering got louder meaning that more people were getting that the concert was starting. A short-bald man waddled out and walked in the center of the stage. He put a microphone to his mouth and said in big booming words, "Hello London! Are you guys ready to rock?!" The crowd started yelling so he decided to join. "Well then, I would love to introduce your favorite rocker and mine… EBONY!"

And there she was…

Harry didn't she had seen anyone prettier than her. Through all that make-up, he could tell she was beautiful. For a vague moment, she reminded him of Cho Chang, his fourth year crush, but for some reason this time it was different. Ebony was way better. She had long shining hair like Cho, but it seemed to shine brighter. Her eyes were a breathtaking ruby to go with that pretty face and she had a confidence about her that just came off in waves. But he had to admit that her eyes reminded him of another someone. Someone very sinister and cruel in his memory of him.

He shook his mind of that train of thought. He's supposed to have fun tonight, not think about the impending war. Scratch that. It was already there, the Ministry was just too full of assholes to realize it. He wasn't blind or naïve. He knew that the Ministry was denying Voldemort's existence altogether. And from what Hermione and Ron had told him, they were not only bad-mouthing the situation but also Dumbledore and him as well. He couldn't believe that the Minister could be such a prick and so full of himself that he could totally deny Voldemort's return and put the entire wizarding world in danger. And in Harry's opinion, the whole thing is bullshit. He wanted to do everything he could to help in the war, and from the information that he was given from the Order (which wasn't really helpful at all) he'll do what he can with when the time arises.

Oh there he goes again. He needs to relax and just have fun tonight, because it might be his last time to have fun in a long time. He just stared at Ebony for a good minute before he realized that he wasn't just there to see her but also to listen to the music. And he did just that.

…"Your sister's got 4 point O
Your father's got his own talk show
Your brother is the scientist who found the cure for morning breath

I came here by taxi
You came by limousine
And all I have to offer you is this

Just a stupid little love song
(3 chords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
(hip hop and rock n' roll)
So sit right down I'll sing this song to you

Put em' up
Put em' up, put em' up

The captain of the football team
The cheerleader's recurring dream
You're on the road to Harvard Law
I'm on the bus to Arkansas

I stand in your doorway
Your world looks so enchanting
And all I have to offer you is this

Just a stupid little love song
(3 chords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
(hip hop and rock n' roll)
So sit right down I'll sing this song to you…"

It had a crazy feel to it and Harry looked around and everyone dancing around he decided to join them in their merriment.

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Severus watched his goddaughter dancing erratically on the stage with the crowd as she sang. He would die before he ever admitted but it warmed him to see Ebony smile like that. She looked older in up close. She had a boundless energy about her as she jumped and danced around the stage and catwalk. He just watched her, barely listening to the music she sang. It wasn't really his taste anyway. Then he heard it…

A song that gave him chills up and down his spine. It had dark feel to it and held an anger that you wouldn't expect…

"Daddy daddy
Why'd you break your promises to me
Daddy daddy
Don't you know you hurt me constantly

And there's something I think you should know
I'm not the little girl you left waiting at home
All the hurt and pain you left with mom and me
Why can't I be angry
I hope you're somewhere out there listening to this song
I hope you're thinking what you did was wrong
Well let me make it crystal clear for you to see
It's too late for I'm sorry

Sorry is a word you like to say
But sorry won't erase the things you did yesterday

And I want you to know that I didn't need you anyway
And this rope that we walk on is swaying
And the ties that bind us they will never ever fray
But I want for you to know
You are
You are
Unforgiven
Unforgiven

Daddy daddy
Fan of absolute simplicity
Daddy daddy
Expert in responsibility

Where were you when I fell down and skinned my knee
Where were you when I was scared to go to sleep
Where were you to soothe my insecurities
Why can't I be angry

Where were you the first time someone broke my heart
Where were you when I first learned to drive a car
Where were you when I could tune my first guitar
It's too late for I'm sorry

Sorry is a word you like to say
But sorry won't erase the things you did yesterday

'Well, No guessing who that song's out to.' After the song drifted to he drifted into thought. 'I won't be able to use that one during the meeting. I might have to edit the memory of this concert I before I show it at the meeting.' Even though Dumbledore didn't say it, Severus knew that at the next meeting he would have to show it to the Order for them to see and analyze. If they heard that song a lot of problems could come up, first on the negativity and darkness of the song and then who the song was made for. It wouldn't hurt to just hide the song from them, unless Remus squealed about.

That's when it struck him.

He lost himself in thought again. He needs to be listening for anymore songs that the Order would not approve of. So after that moment he focused only on Ebony and the concert from where he sat.

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Two Days Later

Severus sat in his room in his private little cottage. He had been sitting there pondering on how he was going to write this letter to Ebony.

He had already shown the memory of the concert to the Order yesterday. Even though they thought that almost all the songs could be described as bad-assed and rebelled, they couldn't find a real reason from her going to Hogwarts. So they decided to do it democratically, they voted. It was close called but it was officially decided that Severus would write a letter to Ebony to schedule a meeting and ask her if she would like to go to Hogwarts.

So here he was, for once in his life in a total loop of what to write in the letter. Part of him wanted to be totally neutral through the entire, another to tell her everything that happened those many years ago, another wanting to tell her how much he wants to be in her life. He couldn't decide, so he decided to wing it and write what came to his mind and see how it goes from there.

He had been configuring the letter for a good hour and a half before he finally had a copy that he was not happy with but it satisfied him enough to send it. He put it in an envelope that was close at hand and addressed with only "Ebony M. Riddle" He went over to the window where his trusty owl, Shade, sat. Shade was a sharp-minded grayish black owl. He always seemed to be able to send any letter that Snape gave him even if Snape had no idea where that person was, and he hoped Shade could do the same thing now. He tied the letter to the owl and said, "Give this straight to Ebony Morra Riddle. No side trips this time. Straight to her. Stay there until she has a reply." He had no idea how long she would stay in England so it would be great if he could get it to her before she left.

And with that, Shade left. Snape watched as he flew away until he was a speck in the sky and disappeared. He closed the window and decided to eat something to eat and just wait for her reply… if she replied.

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Ebony was sitting on her bed, playing her guitar, bored as usual. The days after a concert were always a bore-snore. Katsui always said that she had too much energy for her own good. She shipped off in four days for her next concert in Germany (AN: that's to you, FP)(wahooooo!) She was writing in her journal again, trying to make a song to match her boredom, but to no avail. After about an hour of just plucking random strings on her guitar with no results she put it back in its case, put her journal in her duffel bag and sprawled out her bed. She yawned and looked at her watch: ten at night. She sighed. 'I guess I'll just have to ask around and see if there's a skate park in London tomorrow. If I stay in this hotel for another day, I might rot.' She thought. She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep. Then she heard it.

A soft tapping noise on her balcony window. She cracked an eye open and looked at the door. There, flapping its wings was grayish black owl, tapping its beak on her window. She got up with a groan and started walking to the window, tripping on her guitar case. She fell on the carpet floor and cursed loudly and violently fro the pain. 'Dammit! Why do I have to be such a klutz.' She got up with another groan as the owl started to hoot loudly. "Yeah Yeah I'm coming!" She limped over to the balcony window and opened it and in flew the owl and it landed on her bed. It stuck it foot, seeming to already know the drill. 'Smart bird.' She walked over to the bird and untied the note. As soon as she did the bird flew ands landed on top of a chair in the room. She stared at the bird before going to her mini fridge in the room and taking out a few crackers. She gave them to the owl which ate them graciously while Ebony petted her head. She stared at it for a few second before going to her bed, sitting on it, and looked at the envelope in her hand, reading the address.

"Ebony Morra Riddle." She read aloud to herself. 'How did this person know my whole name? I haven't mentioned it in years.'

She tore it open to reveal a medium sized piece of parchment. 'Woah! Whoever wrote this is still living in the past. Parchment? Come on! Can you say 21st century?' she couldn't help but think when she started to read the letter.

Dear Ebony,

I am guessing that you are still 14 since your birthday is July the 12th and that is not for another week. You are probably wondering who it is that would contact you like this let alone know you're entire name. I don't know if your mother ever mentioned me, but my name is Severus Snape, your godfather. You are probably angry that I have never tried to write to you before. Well, to tell the truth I had no idea that you were still alive or not, and the same goes for your mother as well. I haven't seen you both since you were less than a month old. I hope she is well by the way. It would please me so much to see her again. We were best friends in school. But I digress. The purpose of this letter was to ask for a bit of your time, a meeting if you will. The organization that I work for would like a quick word with you on your education (among other things). I would like to meet you in person as well. The last time I saw you were at your concert a few days ago. I would like to see the character you have grown to be. And I would like to speak to you about many things concerning you past and parentage if your mother hasn't already told you. If you would like to, please reply with a time that you would like to meet at. I hope to see you again.

Sincerely,

S. Snape

Ebony refolded the letter and sat it in front of her. She lay back in her bed. She was shocked to say the least. Her godfather that she had never met (that she could remember) was finally showing his head. She wanted to meet him, really she did, but there was just one problem.

The "organization" that he was talked about. Even though he tried to sugar coat it, she knew exactly what he was talking about. When her mother told her everything, she meant everything. The Order of the Phoenix: the secret group which its only purpose was to go against her dad. 'Talk about lame! Like it takes all that to take down one man!' She hated to admit it but, she was afraid. What if it was a trap? What if they just wanted to meet her so they can get rid of her for good since they failed so many years ago? It was her godfather after all you wrote to her, but if he wasn't aware of the trick they're trying to pull. Or maybe he's along with them and is using the "caring" card to lure in the trap. And what the hell does her education have to do with anything.

Then she realized. Why should she care? She could take them easy? She's had the best teachers around who taught her to not only execute silent spells but to also to do them wandless. She also knew several martial arts so the "kicking their butt" option was still available. 'I'll just see what they have to say to me and if I don't like it, I can leave. It's not like they can kill me or force me to do what they want. I have legions of fans that would gladly tear them apart if they even tried to do something to me.' She smiled at the mental image. She did all these practical classes to protect herself. Ever since that hostage fiasco when I was thirteen, she wanted to learn all she could to defend her self and others. "It might even be funny to serve them what Ebony's cooking,' she froze at that thought. "I need to stop watching wrestling." She laughed a bit before picking up her letter, unfolding it. She walked over to her duffle and pulled out a pen then she went to the single desk in her room. She wrote a few simple words on the back of it and then tied it to the owl's leg. It flew out of the balcony window. She watched it as it flew high in the dark blue sky and disappeared. She closed the window and got under the covers of her bed, turned off her lamp and went to sleep.

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Next Morning

Severus was already up and dressed was just sitting to have small breakfast with himself when he heard a small hoot. He looked at his dining room window and saw that Shade had already returned with a letter in tow. He stood up in a hurry and walked briskly to the window to open it. The owl flew in sat on the table. Severus walked to it and untied the letter. Shade flew to his cage that sat in the living room to get some food and a drink. Severus studied the letter for moments. It was the same one he sent, but when he looked on the back it had loopy cursive on the back, typical of any girl her age. The message was small and simple, but had the point that he wanted.

July 7th. Noon. London, England. Harrison Park. Don't be late.

He didn't really expect to write her any more than that, but he would've liked it if she had. He folded the letter and put it in his pocket. He looked at the calendar. It was the 6th. 'She wants to meet tomorrow?' He walked over to his fireplace and put some floo powder inside. He stuck his inside the green embers and spoke "Dumbledore's Office". He pulled his head out and waited for Dumbledore to answer, which he did moments later.

He saw Dumbledore's face smiled as he saw who was calling, "Ah. Severus how nice of you to call me. What can I do for you this morning?"

Severus decided to not beat around the bush, "You can schedule an Order meeting for tomorrow at 11:45. I had sent a letter to Ebony yesterday and had gotten a reply just a few minutes ago."

"Really? What did it say?"

"It said for me to meet her at Harrison Park at noon tomorrow. That's why I want you to schedule the meeting 15 minutes early."

"All right Severus. I'll get right to it. It is so nice that she would like to meet with us. I really do want to apologize with the poor girl for what happened to her. Even though I'm not really sure she could remember it." And his face disappeared.

Severus sighed before dragging himself back to the dining room to eat his breakfast. As he chewed on a piece of toast he couldn't help but think about the long awaited reunion with his long-lost goddaughter.

End of Chapter

AN: Sorry it took so long. This has to be the longest chapter I have ever written, but it was worth it. Hope you guys like it because it took me two weeks to think of how I was going to do this and then type it all up from scratch. (Now just mention your slow beta and you're all done.) Alright, alright FP geez. I thank my slow beta, Fighter Pilot for sending me to my path of good grammar and correct punk knowledge. Wahoo for Germany!

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