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That night I went to dinner still a bit sore but at least I knew I'd probably never see Darco again and that was fine with me he was to mean anyway even was he wasn't beating me us he was rude and acted like he was the king I knew he wasn't anything more than a rich man's son and a spoiled brat.

As I entered the dining room my father wasn't there yet but dinner was waiting on the table. I when over and began to eat thinking.

"Seria you're here excellent." My father said "I wondered if you'd still be sleeping. How are you feeling?"

"Like I got run over by a broom stick, I'm really sore." I sighed "But at least this time you believe me when I say he beat me up again."

"I'm so sorry I didn't believe you but I saw no evidence." He said sincerely apologetic.

"Draco would heal me so he wouldn't be discovered." I admitted

"Well he's no longer permitted near you. If he does don't hesitate to come to get me. I don't want him touching you ever again."

"I will but Father I don't have any friends and I'm lonely." I said "And since I'm not permitted to leave the manor I can't meet anyone new."

"That's for your safety Seria."

"I wasn't arguing I was just pointing out the facts. No one here is my age that I can be friends with unless…" I trailed off.

"Unless what?" My father prompted.

"The three slaves they seem like they're my age." I said quietly. "I know it's ridiculous."

"Seria, are you really that serious about friends." MY father asked surprised. "You'd really consider the slaves as friends."

"I don't really know them father but if I did get to know them and they became my friends would you object?" I asked innocently like a little child asking if they could have a dog. "Or will I still be lonely?"

"Well, I don't want you hurt but if you think the slaves will treat you with respect and never hurt you physically, emotionally, or mentally then maybe I'll allow it but I want you to tell me if you feel confused, angry, or anything that's not normal or without a valid reason. You understand?"

"Thank you Daddy!" I jumped up and hugged him. He was surprised how enthusiastic my response was. It stunned him to silence.

I nearly skipped out of the room and hurried down the hall. I could finally meet the slaves and not worry if my father found out. First I needed to completely gain their trust but how? The potions maybe, but they had been careful not to get hurt or in trouble and never showed any signs of pain or distress. They had been avoiding Death Eaters when there was nothing to do, to avoid turning into a fun play thing or them.

I started walking not sure where I was going until a came across them in the hall working and talking quietly. I hid around he corner and listened.

"What if they think we are dead? Beside they haven't tried to get us back anyway." Hermione was saying.

"What if they have and we didn't know about it. You know they wouldn't tell us if they came they wouldn't want us to know." Harry pointed out.

"True but what if they haven't?" Ron asked.

"I wish there was a way to find out." Harry said.

Realizing this was a chance. I conjured a quill ink and a parchment and quickly wrote a letter to them then folding it set it flying into the hallway they were in. They saw it and Ron picked up and read aloud.

"They came for you but didn't get passed the wards," They all gasped.

"But who wanted to tell us." Hermione said.

I ran down the hall before they could find me. At least I think a little tiny bit of trust had been earned giving them a small glimmer of hope. It was all I had them so far. I ran back to my room and finished the pain reliving potion and started on the next ones hoping that I could find a way to gain their full trust after a few days I hoped I'd have three friends, true friends my age.