"You. Darling, are my eight horcrux. I will protect you and you shall never get harmed," Father told me in his whispery, majestic voice. 

"Yes, Father, thank you," I replied. 

He walked closer to me and set down his wand on the table next to me. Father placed an arm on my shoulder. "I need to ask something of you, Valencia."

"What is it?" I look at him nervously.

"Don't worry, it's not that horrible." He sighs and looks at me. I examine his pale face. Most people would find him scary with his flat nose and line pupils but I find him intriguing. "I need you to get to know Harry Potter and get him to like you. To fall in love with you."

My eyes widen. "But Father I can't do that! He is probably in love with another girl!"

"Then make him forget that girl. You are lovely! Potter will fall in love with you. Say all the right things, be nice to his friends. Sweetie," he lowers his voice, "you can do this. You are the daughter of the most powerful wizard in the world."

"Father..." I trail off. It's useless, Besides, he has given me the best training and provided me with all sorts of nice things. All he's asking me to do is make someone fall in love with me. I sigh. Only that person is Harry Potter, the only person who  can kill Father. 

As if he can read my mind, he says, "you want Father to live, right?"

"Of course. I don't know what I would do without you." I look at him. 

He smiles. I love it when he smiles. "You are the best daughter any parent could ask for."

I love it when Father is sweet to me. He's harsh to everyone and it makes me feel appreciated. "Thank you, Father."

"All right, dear. No one knows you and I have gotten an owl to bring you a letter from Hogwarts. You start in a week. You should get some rest. I want you trained so no one can even begin to feel suspicious about you."

I smile. "Night, Father." I kiss his cheek and head upstairs. It's dark up there, so I cast a spell to light up the hall. Our mansion would be considered dark and gloomy to some, but I find it comforting. I open my bedroom door and plop down on my bed. 

Hogwarts in a week. Who knew Father would even consider letting me go there. Now he was begging me too. I close my eyes and drift away.