If you could choose who to love ... would you love the right person?

I had accepted Snape's twisted proposition, barely getting serious about it. Given that my precarious situation had forced me to accept it before I could lose the opportunity. But it had been a mistake. Now if I didn't sleep with Snape, my sister would die, and I would be expelled from school. What despair ... How had it come to this? Perhaps Snape was right, I was enough for myself to embitter my existence.

―Well. Go back to your common room, Miss Rosenberg. I'll wait for you tomorrow.

―Tomorrow?

―For your punishment ―He look at me as if I were stupid and did not understand what he was saying ―and be punctual this time Miss Rosenberg.

―Y-Yes professor... ―I was already shaking, I think I was terrified of Snape.

I never, ever saw him look at me like when he touched my hair. He seemed like a totally different person. Totally turned on by the contact with my brown hair. I don't want him to touch me again.

―And Rosenberg…

I was already at the door with half a leg in the hall ready to leave as soon as possible. When his words stopped me and I had to look at him again.

―Don't try to get rid of me, because I will know and it will have consequences. Now your painful life depends on me Rosenberg, if you make me angry it's over.

Those words gave me chills; his voice was cold and hard as the sharpest piece of ice. I left the office closing the door awkwardly, I was ready to cry again but I couldn't. I would not let my tears overcome me this time, I had to be strong, for Izzie and for me. I shouldn't have been afraid, and even though I was afraid, I managed to convince myself otherwise.

―I want to be strong … ―I said to myself.

After listening to my pathetic and absurd lamentations, I heard someone coming down the hall. I immediately removed myself from the office door. No one was supposed to relate to Snape, especially now that I had to... Argh, I gag just thinking about it. They must be Slytherin boys as there were no others coming down to this part of the castle at this hour. They were already closer, I heard them laugh out loud as they approached.

Susan Wells was coming with my sister and Darla Johnson laughing out loud. Surely they would have gouged out someone's eye and came laughing at the poor bastard they tortured. They used to do things like that, and more than once they didn't get a deserved punishment. I wish they had left them to me ... I continued walking discreetly without attracting the attention of the harpies and so they wouldn't bother me anymore today. I was about to explode, and all because of my sister, if she confronted me tonight, blood would flow through Hogwarts.

―Look Isobel, there is your sister the traitor. Do you think if we teach her what we Slytherins do with traitors?

―I think it's a brilliant idea Susy. Hey you! Stop stupid! ―said my sister.

I didn't even look, they were coming for me, like always. I had to get to the common room anyway because they never attacked me in front of everyone, they just looked at me badly like the rest. I heard how they accelerated their steps but when I wanted to react it was too late. It all happened too quickly, my sister grabbed my shoulder and then I pushed her to let go of me but we both fell to the ground. Now we were on the ground hitting each other like two wild beasts. Between the elbows and scratches, my sister screamed at me, I could only defend myself and hit her but she was stronger than me. I remembered that my wand was still in my pocket, I quickly made presence of it before Izzie remembered that she also had one of hers.

―Expelliarmus! ―I screamed with all my strength or what I had left.

Isobel was thrown through the air until she fell on the other two expectant harpies. It was my chance to escape from that hell. I got up as best I could and ran as far as my aching legs would allow. I got to the bedroom just in time, and ran to lock myself in the bathroom. I had some scratches on my face, they weren't serious, but my left hand did have a good scratch that was burning me as it bled. I had bruises on my legs, quite purple and some on my belly.

This was all because of her, and I was giving my life for her. She is a damn bastard. Today I hated her more than ever, and I owed some compassion to myself. I took a long bath and ignored the knock on the door. I'm not going to think about others, my being needed me, and even more so now that I had this tough mission ahead of me. Isobel could die for me today, thus saving me the loss of time and these stupid and unbearable daily fights.

Dreaming of being loved ... And sometimes dreaming of being the right person.