They say that silence is the greatest gift that man possesses...
Suffocated, my heart was still suffocated by the heat that my body emitted since Snape touched me again without warning. I breathed gasps of air anxiously trying to extinguish the internal flame, which consumed me like wildfire. I could only feel the electricity in my body, transformed into chills when I remembered the touch of him.
Again he had done it and he liked to see how I resisted, this was unheard of.
The breast that he had held in his hands burned, I still felt his snake fingers on my little nipple. I was out of breath, this was superior to me. Again I had been like the whore of the potions teacher.
—Fuck! Damn you Severus! Damn you.
I remained kneeling on the floor, a few corridors from the large dining room where the rest of the students were. Maybe I should eat something, but I don't know if my stomach will accept any food with these churning nerves. From here I could smell the appetizing aroma of the food on the tables. that was calling me even though I didn't want to go.
I got up reluctantly from the damp floor, I had stained my stockings but I did not care. I was walking directly to the dining room, I had to forget this matter and continue with mine, I could not let it affect me so much, I had to mentalize that one day very near Snape would have to ... undress me, put me in his bed and ...
No, I didn't even want to imagine it, I'd rather have all my teeth pulled out one by one than that. But it could no longer be.
I ended up arriving at the dining room, there was a great commotion, everyone was talking at the same time. I went to my table, I saw my usual free place and my empty plate, waiting for me.
I was calmer now, I felt my nerves calm down and my hunger increased by the minute. I took the first thing I saw on the table, a bowl full of fruit from which I took an apple with a delicious red color. I bit impatiently to swallow.
—What the hell is wrong with you now Isobel ?! —I heard a few seats further.
I quickly looked in that direction knowing who it was that was making the ruckus. A few seats away Izzie was idly sitting on the table and Susan was staring at her in irritation.
—Leave me alone Susan! —said my sister angrily.
—I just want to know what Snape told you, to make you furious!
I almost choked on hearing this, they were talking about something that interested me a lot. I had to listen to what the conversation was like. But Isobel was silent, she did not want to respond, she kept her eyes on the front lost somewhere and she was already worrying me like a masochistic idiot. My sister was also very stubborn, she knew how to take good care of her although one of her defects is that she was very impulsive at times. What if Snape had threatened her?
Professor Snape's teaching methods had always been famous among students for being cruel and offensive. This time he had done the same with my sister, and the worst would be the consequences of him. Perhaps in her twisted mind, Izzie was plotting her revenge against him. She might have insulted Snape and he had punished her, what a ridiculous thought. It's worse, I could see it on her face, I knew her very well.
—We'll talk about it later, Susan. —concluded my sister.
Susan and Darla were puzzled by that response, so out of Isobel's habit, for she had always said everything she felt. They also knew it was serious. When lunchtime was over, the students had a short break before continuing with their classes. My sister did not miss the opportunity and covertly indicated two of her favorite harpies to follow her out of school. Of course I was also behind, at a considerable distance from them.
They went outside the school, down the green hill, I was hiding at every opportunity I could. They were hurrying down the hill, in single file, scarcely looking anywhere. Izzie led them to the forbidden forest… I wondered if I should go inside, but if something happened to them my help would be good for them, my sister worried me too much to leave her there alone. Inside the forest it was much easier for me to hide, but also more difficult to follow. They kept going deeper and deeper, until my sister was sure that no one could hear her, and she put her wand out of her pocket.
—Snape knows my plan for the end of this year Susan, and no one but you knew about it. —Isobel pointed her wand at Susan, rolled her eyes.
—What are you talking about? I haven't said anything to that idiot Snape! —Susan took out her wand out as well.
—Of course, then how do you explain that he knew if no one else knew about this, unless you told Darla ... —then my sister pointed her, who had prudently pulled her wand out.
—She didn't know, Isobel, no one else did. —said Susan.
—I don't believe you, Susan Wells.
—Don't be an idiot Rosenberg, what good would it do me to tell Snape? I suspect there is someone who knew of your plans, and has told Snape but I don't know who.
I was dangerously close to being discovered, and possibly cursed by my sister Isobel. Snape had made the point clear to her and surely he would have threatened her. My sister slowly lowered her wand, the other two did the same when they saw her passive reaction. But she was still on the alert just in case ...
—So we have a snitch in our ranks...
—That's right, Isobel. —Susan said convinced, that liar had been victorious again.
—Well, don't worry. The snitch will remember the day he was born and for Snape, I have something better for him.
—What did he say to you? —asked Darla, who had been silent until now. My sister thought about it before answering, we were all waiting for her answer.
—He told me that if I were to fulfill my destiny, it would be the shame of the Death Eaters and that surely because of my naivety I would end up dead. That infuriated me, I held him in high esteem but... he will regret what he told me, I swear by the dark lord.
From that day on, my sister was more absorbed in class every day, and I hardly saw her with the harpies. I carried out my punishment with Snape calmly because he did not touch me again but neither did he confess his talk with Isobel. The last few weeks passed like a sigh, and my sister hardly looked like her. She spent her days like the living dead.
In her twisted little head of hers there was only time to hatch her plan of revenge against Snape and unknowingly against me.
They say that silence is the greatest gift that man possesses,
but sometimes the silence only augurs a storm.