Deadly Obsession

Chapter 1

So now that you've basically heard my life story, let's skip to last week.

 I was sitting in the kitchen on the opposite side of the table as my mother, and in a monotone voice she had said, 

"Isabella you are not going to be attending Ilvermorny anymore, instead you will be going to Hogwarts."

 I face her with a blank stare, "Really? Another school? What's my script this time?" I think to myself. As I begin to start complaining to my mother about having to redo my entire life over again she cuts me off. 

"I do not want to hear you complaining about this school, you are going to be helping me and your family with a mission."

 "Really mom you're going to be making me do your dirty work for you and the Dark Lord, I didn't even sign up to be a part of this life, so what the fuck am I doing for you this time?"

 My mother begins to say, " You remember that little Potter kid whose parents died? Well, you are going to be helping your Dark Lord with whatever he is going to need, and I do not want to hear complaining from you. This is your life now, so get used to it." 

I sigh and stand up from the table. But before I exit the room I turn and say, " So what's my story this time?" She rolls her eyes as she replies,

 " I don't care. But make it believable. You should have this down by now Isabella."

 I grit my teeth as I spit back, " Why of course, mother." With that, I exit our dining room and make my way up the stairs to my room.

As I go into my room to prepare to leave for another school, I lay on my bed with my face in the pillow and begin to sob softly. I can't believe I have to do this shit over again. After a while of crying, I decided to get back up and start my new life. I had a week to plan my new self and story. As I was preparing my things to start my new life, our family house-elf, Tinker, hesitantly knocked on my bedroom door. 

"Come in," I exclaimed while gathering my things into my luggage.

 "Ms. Miller, let me take care of that for you, it's my duty to serve you."

 "Tinker, you know you don't have to call me Ms. Miller. It reminds me of my mother. Plus I quite like packing myself, it helps me visualize what else I need to pack!" I responded.

 "Okay Ms. Mill- I mean Isabella I greatly apologize, I will let you take care of yourself."

 As Tinker left the room I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I have never enjoyed the idea of our family having a house-elf and my parents bossing them around. But after my father passed, my mother definitely took advantage of Tinker and was taking a lot of her anger and emotions out on him.

Over the past week, I had planned everything. My story, my classes, and even my "tell". My mother had always told me that she could tell when I was lying. I would fidget with my ring and turn it three times. My "tell" was the most important thing to overcome. If I didn't, the whole mission could fail because I was playing with my damn ring. I looked down at my ring one last time before I heard my mother yell from downstairs that it was time to go. Tinker took my trunk downstairs for me, and I was greeted by my mother's cold stare. 

" Absolutely no 'funny business', you get in and get out. Clear?"

 "Crystal" I reply before we step into the Floo Channel fireplace.

"Platform 9 ¾, " I say clearly. Green smoke clouded my vision and all I heard was trains passing by.