The Death Eaters will kill her ...
Those words rang in my mind over and over again, like a rotten echo.
The Death Eaters will kill her ...
Do I really want Isobel's death?
The Death Eaters will kill her ...
I think not...
The Death Eaters will kill her ...
I had reached my destination, but it was too late, I would have double punishment and I did not care. I was freaking out in search of a solution to prevent the death of my sister, my dear sister ... I did not realize that I entered without knocking until Professor Snape got up from his chair with violence and an angry face.
―I am sorry.
It's the only thing I could think of to say. Professor Snape raised an eyebrow and quirked his lip slightly. That indicated to me that today he had a good punishment for me.
―Are you sorry? Tell me something Miss Rosenberg, are you always this incompetent or is it because you are a despicable and dirty Gryffindor?
I frowned, and immediately my murderous gaze appeared.
―I'm a Slytherin Professor Snape. I said with the little strength I had to keep calm.
―In any case, come in and close the door. I'll explain your punishment Miss Rosenberg.
Professor Snape slowly sat back in his chair, at the same time his gaze tempered to cold, anger fading from his eyes. I closed the door shakily, it would be a horrible punishment as always. But now I didn't care, in my mind there was only the word '' solution ''. I took a seat in front of the teacher's table, he kept looking at me with disgust, I hardly paid attention to him because in a short time my sister would be entangled in the devil's ties, she would soon be dead and I wanted to avoid it.
―The punishment for you is due to not coming to my class. Therefore, to remedy those absences, for a week you will come every day after the first year classes to tidy up and clean the potions classroom, without magic of course. Is it clear to you, Miss Rosenberg?
―Transparent, professor.
As always he had summarized his punishment in a single sentence and without forgetting anything. This man was cold and calculating. Since I entered Slytherin I had always heard praise for him, because sometimes I had heard that in another life he was a Death Eater, although others called him a coward because it was also said that he left aside the one who should not be named and looked for Dumbledore. She honestly didn't know what to think of him, she just knew that he was a despicable man.
―Perfect, get out of here Rosenberg.
I got up as fast as I heard those words. I was still mulling over the plan I had to save my sister, although ... I also had another plan in mind, only that it could lead to an expulsion. I got to the door quickly but wasn't sure if I was going to leave. In front of the black door I debated whether to speak or not. I had already had my doses of punishment that night but maybe one more was worth it ...
―Is something wrong Miss Rosenberg? ―He was saying already with a point of irritation in his voice.
I turned around to look him in the eye. It might kill me for what I'm about to say, and they were the last eyes I was going to see today.
―Professor Snape … ―I said almost in a whisper.
―What's wrong with you now, miss? ―He was already irritated, and by the tone of his voice very tired of me.
―You are … ―my voice broke, I was already afraid of his fury, but it was necessary to get help and if it was his, my sister could be saved ―Were you a Death Eater, sir?