Draco nearly failed with his task, but Snape helped him. During one of the last days of school, Harry and Dumbledore left the school to do something and during that time Draco had used the vanishing cabinet in the room of requirements to get a few death eaters into the school. There was a huge fight between the order and the death eaters. Draco escaped with the death eaters. I found something out that makes me realize why Draco was so quiet and scared-if he had killed Dumbledore then my father would kill him but now Snape is going to die or get hurt because my father seems to trust Snape deeply. All of this for a wand...
"Theodore, voglio uccidere tuo padre," I groaned throwing the letter that Christopher wrote to me before leaning my head against the window of the train. Lorenzo picked the letter up and started reading it as his grip on my thigh tightened. I sat on his lap with my feet curled up close at Tracey sat next to us. (Theodore, I want to kill your father)
"Same but why?"
"Instead of once a week its now two times a week for a month," I covered my face not ready for this summer, "And they are already bought out months ago by someone anonymously. Your father is delighted because now he gets money quicker,"
"Y/n," said Mattheo as Lorenzo grabbed my wrist as my legs laid across his lap
"What Matty," I looked at him as he sat on the other side of the compartment. Daphnes legs draped over his Lap," There no way that any of you would have had time to buy them,"
"But I did," said Lorenzo
I turned my head to him confused, "I- what,"
Lorenzo leaned in close, "As soon as you told me what those slots were. I bought them because I didn't want you to suffer. I also moved it to one month that way you can have a summer at least," he whispered into my ear
"But how? If you moved it to one month then he would just use the other month for other people," I whispered back
"Because I told him if he did. Word would get out that he was selling my girl...well I used his wife...and he would be in jail which we don't want. We want him dead," Lorenzo whispered.
"But you told me that you'd try," I looked at him
"I didn't want you to know so he wouldn't know," he went right beside my ear and whispered, "Beside that pussy is mine and I will kill those men for touching you," I blushed with tears in my eyes before laying my head on his shoulder. His hand went to my hair playing with it as he held me close to him. I knew he was going to try to buy to out some of the slots during the summer, but I never imagined this. I hate my dignity being taken away from me every time. But this was 800 galleons. Thats a lot of money.
"What did you tell the caretaker at the orphanage?" asked Pansy
"I told Madam Rivers that I had found an apartment and live there so I won't be returning to the orphanage though I think she knows the real reason why," I looked at her while Lorenzo held me. Lauryn came into the compartment and Theodore immediately turned his head.
While I was distancing myself from my friends because everything was so painful. I still kept up with their lives. Pansy and Blaise have been dating since January. Theodore and Lauryn talked and realized-after making out- how much they like each other. They were nervous but eventually talked to Lorenzo who was pissed. I mean his best friend and sister but when he realized how much they cared for each other he approved of it. Mattheo and Daphne are still going strong. Tracey and Neville have been on a few dates and talk all the time. I found out that Astoria likes Draco but isn't going to say anything because he is older while Draco likes Astoria, so it is only a matter of time. Ron had ended his relationship with Lavendar who was too pushy, and I have noticed him flirting with Hermione more which she doesn't seem to complain about.

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⬩My Fire⬩Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader
FanfictionY/n Riddle world changes over night from muggle life into the magic. Abandoned by her mother and raised in an orphanage. Her best friend Hermione Granger has been by her side every second at school Y/n's awakening to the existence of her long-lost...