So two good reviews and one alert, someone insulted me and sent me flames. So I'm going to remind you of the famous bunny Thumper:
If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all.
So let's all be happy and nice. I want a nice review.
I forgot to mention this is after OOTP and Harry is not going to fall in love with Ginny. I have nothing against her I just want him to get together with Seria in my story.
Anyway let's get this show on the road.
The potion was done perfectly. I snuck into the closet and pulled out the tin box I'd seen Harry with the other day and quickly took it to my room. I filled all the bone mending potion labeled vials. And for good measure I filled a couple of big empty potion bottles I had and labeled them. I knew I needed to hide them in the closet. I looked at the other empty vials. A pain relieving potion was also empty. That was for torture sessions when the death eaters got bored and took it out on them. I wasn't supposed to know about that but I did when I heard screaming. It's hard not to when it happens at least twice a day. I felt bad for the three kids that looked about my age but that could just be wishful thinking. I couldn't let my father know about my new fascination or he'd kill me. No one knew this but I actually feared my father in a way but then again I never believed he'd actually hurt me but then again he hurt his most faithful death eaters if hey displeased him. One thing I thought could save me was I was his only child, his daughter.
I heard my door open quietly but quickly I hid the tin box and filled vials on a shelf of ingredients so my father wouldn't see it and guess what it was sense it was pretty beat up and rusty. My father walked into my potion's room.
"It's finished." I said pretending to straighten the shelf. So he wouldn't know I was hiding something. I straighten my shelves a lot, I liked my things organized.
He performed a few spells over the cauldron to make sure it was correct. Though I wasn't worried, it wasn't wrong I tensed up.
"Its right, I never doubted your ability and you shouldn't either." He said it proudly so I smiled. He didn't need any of it. All the death eaters could heal bones with a spell with their wands. The slaves didn't have their wands anymore from what I knew they had been kidnapped in their sleep and their wands were on the bed side tables while they slept. I slept with mine in my hand because my father had taught me that. He had made it a point that our enemies didn't care if it was day or night when they attacked though we had never been attacked I still didn't dare sleep without it. I had heard every horror story in the book about our enemies and their tactics. That's how my mother died they told me she gave birth to me after she was rescued and her injures she had sustained during her imprisonment caused her death.
After my father left saying he'd see me in three hours at dinner, I filled more vials straightening all the vials in the box so it could fit more and had a strange feeling like I should fill some extra so I did and stored as much as the potion I could. I vanished the bone mending potion when I had plenty and began to make the pain relieving potion so I could fill those vials as well. Then I remembered my mother singing my lullaby again but still the words seemed wrong. I pushed that thought away I found myself at night singing it to myself because I felt really lonely.
I made the potion until I was nearly time for dinner. I changed leaving my potion to boil like it was supposed to for a half an hour or more.
As I entered the dining hall I noticed my father all ready seated at the head of the table with a chair on his right that was my seat. All other chairs were empty as well. All the death eaters were on missions for my father today so it was just the two of us at dinner. I sat and filled my plate with some of my favorite foods.
"Seria, I wanted to talk to you about something." He said after a minute of silence between us while we ate.
"Yes Father what it is." I said curious my father either had some very bad news or was really concerned about something to do with me I hoped it wasn't something I had no answers about.
"Lucius thinks you're avoiding and hiding from Draco when he comes here with his parents. I hope that that's not true but if it is will you tell me why. Your almost sixteen Seria, you should stop avoiding boys thinking they are like a disease and start showing some interest in them. Most girls your age have had a least one boyfriend."
"How would I know father? I don't know any girls my age." I said angrily. "I told you why I hate Malfoy, he beats me up every time he sees me so of course I avoid him. Otherwise I have duel him to get away and last time I did he told you what happened and you got angry at me for cursing him though I did it to protect myself from him."
"Oh Seria, we've had this discussion before haven't we? He hasn't meant to hurt you if he has. He won't ever hurt you. How could he hurt a girl with such beauty as you? Your hair is dark red…"
"Maroon, Father it's not red, it's maroon. Red is too bright in my opinion and it doesn't look at good with some colors."
"Okay then maroon with a few red streaks and some black streaks and around the ends and your gorgeous eyes…"
"Father, I hate Malfoy and despite what you may think he does beat me up every time I see him so I have to avoid him or curse him." I got up from the table losing my patience and not wanting anything more to eat. "I have no friends and never will unless you let me out of this house but you never do let me out except into the garden."
"Seria sit down!" He said angrily raising his voice slightly.
"I'm sorry." I said praying he wouldn't punish me like he did when the death eaters crossed the line like I just had. "I spoke out of turn."
He took a deep breath to calm himself, "Seria I just don't want you to feel so lonely but how can you say you don't have friends when I am sure you do?"
"I really don't have any Father. I'm always lonely. I wish I had some especially a girl my age so I could talk to her. Then I would know about things like boys and such."
"Seria you can't leave the gronds of the manor because I know you do remember why I keep you here and can't let you go out on missions like the death eaters."
"I know. I'm you're only child your daughter. If your enemies…"
"Our enemies," He corrected. "They're your enemies too Seria remember that. That is important to remember they would hurt you to get at me."
"Our enemies found about out about me they would kidnap me and force you to do what they wanted before they killed me. You don't want to lose me because I am all you have."
"Right they would do terrible things to you Seria more then you can ever imagine. I couldn't bear it if they took you and I lost you but even worse is that you would have to suffer alone. You would be alone."
The wave of loneliness swept over me and with tears in my eyes I rushed from the room. I cried as I reached my bedroom. I fell on my bed and cried clutching one of my pillows to my chest. My father thought I had thought about what our enemies would do to me. He never could understand how I felt. I seemed to be feeling the loneliness more often now.
My father came to my room with a plate. He wasn't surprised I was sitting on my bed clutching a pillow with tears on my face. I wiped at them furiously. When I was little he told me never to cry. Crying was weakness and I was not weak.
"Those are tears of fear. Tears of fear are understandable, but if you remember all I do to protect you then you never a need to cry, Seria. They never will get you if I can protect you and that is why I keep you here, to keep you safe."
I nodded not trusting myself to speak.
"You didn't eat very much so I brought you some more food. You need to eat it." He left the room but I heard him speaking to someone in the hall outside my room.
I crept to my door and pressed my ear to it to listen. "His leg is broken and the other two have been doing everything sense he broke it."
"It doesn't matter tomorrow I will punish them all. I'll make sure they understand the rules when I catch him in their room. How did he break it?"
"Bellatrix threw him down a fleet of stairs. He looked at her in the face and spoke to her before she spoke to him."
I heard them move farther down the hall so I couldn't hear them but I was horrified one of the slaves was to suffer because they had a broken leg.
I ran to my potion room and grabbed one of the extra vials. I was about to leave when I realized I didn't want them to see my face or talk to me in the hall or we both would get in trouble. I changed in to one of my black dresses, that was plain and not very nice, with a cloak that was sleeveless and had a hood that covered my face. I was about to leave when I noticed the plate of food again. I grabbed it as well knowing the slaves only got rotten food and scraps, nothing nice.
I snuck out into the hall and traveled down the hall putting spells to hide myself when I saw someone. Luckily I wasn't discovered I travel all the way to the other end of the manor and finally I could find them and help them. I knew what room they were in and I took a deep breath before I opened the door.
A single candle cast a soft glow. The three were lying on the floor on raged blankets. Two of them were fast asleep but Harry was on the far end his leg at a crazy angle and he was clearly in pain because he was wide awake. He looked at the door when it opened and tried to sit up but fell back in pain.
I put a finger to my lip and whispered "You don't have to get up. I came to bring you something. I went and knelt by him and handed him the potion. "I know about your tin box." He took the potion and drained it in one gulp healing his leg instantly.
"Thank you." He said sitting up. "Why did you help me? Who are you?"
I ignored his questions and handed him the plate. "Share this with you two friends." I got up and started to leave.
"Wait, what your name? Who are you?" He asked again.
"Someone who cares and wishes she had friends like you and your friends are, I don't have any friends but I've seen you and your friends together and wish I had friends like you." I shut the door before he could reply and I started to cry hard. I ran back to my bedroom luckily no one saw me and I fell fdown on my bed and cried myself to sleep.
