Narcissus's Eye

"Tell me, what else did you do to Harry!" Snape's ginger-colored face contorted with rage, filled with murderous intent.

He drew his Birch Wand and pointed it in Dumbledore's direction, as if ready to pierce Dumbledore's heart at any moment.

You should know that little wizards who are possessed by the Obscurus never live past the age of 10!

"This was an accident. I never expected Petunia to treat Harry like this. They seem to see magic as an enemy that will harm Harry and have been trying to drive magic out of Harry."

"It was too late when I discovered that Harry had the Obscurus."

"Fortunately, Lily's blessing prevented the Obscurus within Harry from threatening his life; instead, it transformed into his power." Dumbledore's eyes gleamed with reminiscence.

"Thank goodness! Thank goodness!"

"You shouldn't say 'it's okay' when it comes to Harry!"

"I thought the child would be perfectly safe under your arrangements, but it turns out it's just okay!"

Yes, the result was very good!

"But all of this was brought about by an accident!"

"What would happen to Harry without Lily's blessing?"

"A poor child who, after defeating Voldemort, wouldn't live past 10 years old!"

What can you offer to salvage the situation?

"Will you shed a few more crocodile tears at the end?"

"When I was marveling at Harry's magic last year, I had no idea that behind that beautiful Phoenix lay the ugly Obscurus." Snape tried to remain calm, but his clenched knuckles betrayed his unease.

"Harry is the one who possesses the power that Voldemort did not understand, and who defeats him, Prophecy."

"The Prophecy made Harry a figure comparable to Voldemort, possessing extraordinary potential as a wizard."

"You must understand, I have to give Harry to Petunia, otherwise Harry, as Horcrux, will be defeated by Voldemort's evil side without Lily's blessing, who is not a blood relative to him."

"And what was the result?"

"A Harry who possesses Voldemort's power, or rather, Harry whose mind is possessed by Voldemort," Dumbledore said.

This may seem cruel, but it's the only option.

The Prophecy shaped Harry and foreshadowed Harry future.

If he hadn't been ruthless, Harry would have faced only death.

If it were the old him, he would have tried to stop Harry as he gradually lost control, or rather, he would have been afraid that Harry would become another Voldemort.

He wouldn't resurrect a young Voldemort either.

But things are different now.

The Britain wizarding community must change in order not to fall behind the world.

The news of the wizard landing on the moon could be said to have dispelled his stubbornness—to force everything to proceed according to his plan and avoid sacrifice.

"Then why did Harry suddenly distance himself from me?"

"He has the same bullshit vision you're talking about, just like you?"

"You can see the Death Eaters mark on my body?"

"Or did you sense my obsession with Dark Magic and that's why you're exuding Dark Magic aura?" Snape sighed and asked reluctantly.

"Perhaps you should wash your hair?" Dumbledore tried to ease the tension.

"Diffindo!" A cold voice rang out from the Headmaster's Office.

At 11:10 a. m., at Quidditch Pitch, Snape was sitting in a seat towards the back of the stands.

It's been almost 10 minutes since the Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff match began.

To be honest, Snape was quite surprised; he hadn't expected so many people—just like in the previous matches. The students should have been distracted by the magical artifacts made from Muggle objects long ago.

But he made a mistake; it seemed that the entire school had gathered in the stands around the Quidditch Pitch.

He discovered the real reason for his mistake in the conversations around him: it had been some time since those Muggle items became popular, and the recent Christmas holidays had already allowed them to see more creative modified items on the streets and in the villages.

Right now, they're all temporarily losing interest in modifying items.

A Quidditch Match is undoubtedly a good way for them to pass the time.

And this match also features Harry Potter —the most famous student in the entire school; Dudley Dursley —a broomstick destroyer turned excellent goalkeeper; and Cedric Diggory —like Harry, a young and handsome Quidditch captain.

This made Snape breathe a sigh of relief.

He came here today for one thing: to cast a spell— the Narcissus's Eye.

Narcissus, from Greece mythology, was the son of the river Cephissus and the water goddess Liriope.

He was a handsome young man with delicate features, but he was unmoved by any girl, only adoring his own reflection in the water. In the end, he died of depression while gazing at his own reflection.

Transformed into a daffodil, it remains by the water, watching over its own reflection.

And this magic, like Narcissus's, only allows the user to see themselves after using it.

This is a unique magic of the Prince family, and it has very high requirements. Its function is to see oneself in the memories of others.

Moreover, its principle is different from Legilimency. It uses oneself as the negative pole of a magnet, while the self in the memories of others is like the positive pole, attracting each other.

However, this spell also has a weakness: the wind-up is too long and cannot be interrupted, and it requires the other party to truly care about you and have you in their heart.

Perhaps it was through this magic that his mother saw the love for her beneath his father's violence and harsh words, which is why she always—

Snape shook his head.

Most importantly, for this spell to work, the other party needs to be busy with other things and not notice the caster; otherwise, the other party will sense something is wrong or the connection will be broken.

This is why Snape didn't use this spell in Potions Class; it was his class, and it wouldn't be good if he just stared at Harry without moving.

Elsewhere— Harry spends all his time in Ravenclaw dormitory.

Therefore, in the stands where there should have been few people, he had the time to wrap himself in his robe and observe secretly.

But no one expected there would be so many people.

Having no other choice, Snape had to go all in and just go for it.

And now, he's using this magic on Harry Potter, and it's been almost ten minutes already.

Then, in a corner unnoticed by everyone, a tall figure dressed in a black robe was chanting incantations, his eyes radiating azure light.

Then, the figure abruptly lowered its head again.

At that moment, a series of bizarre images appeared in Snape's mind.

That was Hogwarts, but the castle was deserted, filled with spider webs and bats.

The blood moon shone brightly outside the window, leaden clouds rolled, and thunder roared.

Snape followed what should have been Harry's perspective as he observed this eerie and profound world, and arrived at the Astronomy Tower.

What came into his view was a scene that Snape could never have imagined.

At the top of the Astronomy Tower, in what should have been an open space, stood a huge coffin, inside which two pairs of bright red eyes gleamed with a light like the blood moon.

He slowly approached, wand in hand, and the figure inside the coffin gradually became clearer—it was himself! His own body, with canine teeth and a pale face!

In his arms lay the person he would never forget for the rest of his life— Lily! Lily Evans!