Severus Snape stood at the entrance of the Three Broomsticks, calmly glancing around him, lost in thought. His silence was somewhat terrifying.
But after a moment, he still stepped into the pub.
Severus Snape swept his gaze across the pub, trying to find Remus Lupin.
But very quickly, Severus Snape froze. His cold gaze, which seemed to look down upon the whole world, was filled with shock.
In the corner, Remus Lupin saw Severus Snape's stunned expression and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
Be shocked, Severus!
Neither James nor Sirius, nor even I, could refuse her existence.
She was too beautiful, too much like her.
Yes, Severus Snape was utterly horrified at that moment. Even without realizing it himself, his cheeks were trembling, his hands were clenching instinctively, and his soul was roaring.
Was it really her?
Was she truly still alive?
Severus Snape tried to shift his gaze and look for Remus Lupin. He must have seen her too.
But the thought flashed through his mind and vanished without becoming action.
At that moment, she held a spoon and gently stirred her coffee. Her lowered profile was too beautiful, too alike. It was as though the young Lily Evans had truly come back to life.
Severus Snape was absolutely certain that Lily Evans was dead.
Thirteen years ago, Voldemort had killed Lily Evans and James Potter, leaving behind Harry Potter.
Clack!
What should have been a light footstep seemed magnified countless times in his mind. Severus Snape stopped unconsciously, unwilling to let himself disturb such a beautiful moment.
But she raised her head and saw him.
At that moment, Severus Snape instinctively took a step back. Deep inside, he was somewhat flustered.
"Severus Snape?" Cisri Monka looked at the Severus Snape who had appeared before her, smiling