Lorelina, Lina for short, doesn't have many friends at hogwarts. That being, because she has more friends in dept of the black lake then she does on land. Sirens normally hate the land, but Lina begged her father to let her go.
As long as nobody fo...
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𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒔;
He just handed me over to his father, just like that.
Tears streamed down my face, how could he? I tell him my secret and he gives me to his father as an experiment? My heart was breaking. I never thought Draco would do that to me or Patrick.
He looks guilty, but the guilt wasn't enough. "How could you?"
I stood there, my hands locked up while his father began to grab a bunch of utensils. Draco couldn't even look at me, and for the first time, I felt like slapping him. He betrayed more than I ever thought he could.
"I—I'm sorry, Lina—"
"You're not," I choked out. "Why would you do this?"
His father was walking closer to me now, "Stop talking. Draco, leave us be."
He gave me one last look, before he turned away. His father spotted Patrick, and I was losing it. He began to take him off of me, and I kicked and I screamed and I did everything I could to get him back.
He tossed Patrick in a bucket, my heart shattering.
I gripped the sheets in my fists, sweat coating my face.
Oh my goodness, my chest felt heavy. I felt behind my ear, thanking Merlin that I felt Patrick behind my ear. A breath escaped my lips, and when I felt beside me on the bed, Draco wasn't there.
My eyebrows furrowed, but I knew I shouldn't leave this room. It's this house, thats making me have awful dreams. It's Draco's fathers. We've been in his manor for two days now, and I can hardly sleep. His father is literally trying to discover what I am, and I have to tip toe around him.
Slowly, I slipped on a pair of Draco's sweatpants that practically drowned me, tied them as tight as I could, and made my way out of his room.
I heard a gunshot go off, and I flinched so hard my back met the wall.
Okay, now I'm really worried.
Maybe I should stay where I am? But what if Draco is hurt? Oh my, my hands started to grip the railing of the stairs. I'm going down here purely because I'm worried for Draco, and I'm scared.
The bottom of the stairs was cold, my toes were about to freeze. But by the time I had gotten down here, my pulse had already quickened and my gut was telling me to go to the kitchen. Shouting could be heard, and another gun shot went off, my hands gripping Draco's T—shirt on me.
The door to the kitchen was only slightly open, but from the crack, I could see everything.
