Sweet Memories

"What is that?" Moody was about to draw his wand when he was stopped by the agile Harry.

Harry quickly explained, "That's Colin. He always likes to take pictures of me."

Ginny nodded. "That's perfectly normal for Colin. He's the president and Founders of the Harry Potter fan club!"

"These kids these days!" Moody put away his wand.

I took a sip of the brandy I carried with me.

He turned around and followed the main group toward the tower of Gryffindor.

Those who were watching were also there.

Colin was left standing there with his camera.

It's 4:30.

It's the empty room on the fifth floor of Hogwarts, the one that was applied for and specifically used as the Harry Potter Club's headquarters.

Colin was frantically flipping through the newspaper. "No! The Parseltongue of the Order of the Phoenix hero— Caradoc Dearborn?"

Not this episode.

The genius witch who narrowly defeated the Dark Lord — Dorcas Meadowes Meadowes.

No, not exactly.

Edgar Bones Bones, the second leader of the Order of the Phoenix?

Not yet.

Got it!

The Gryffindor twins who illuminated the darkness— the Potters!

Colin took out a photo he had just taken—facing out of the same direction as Harry and the others, on the left side of the photo, a red-haired girl with her profile visible beneath a simple blue hooded robe.

"Exactly the same! The moles on the left side of the nose are all in the same spot!"

Colin took out a parchment and began to write and draw.

He suddenly became a different person, a neat, clean-cut, and younger Professor Snape.

And the girl who suddenly appeared next to him, the girl's intimacy with Harry Potter, Professor Snape 'Ginny special treatment of Harry and Dudley without being jealous, and the girl's familiarity with the members of the Resurrection Stone.

"Then, there's only one answer!"

Lily Potter is not dead!

Or perhaps she was cursed and remained in a deep sleep until recently, only recently waking up.

On the parchment, lines connect, pointing to the central guess.

"So, Harry's mother should perhaps be called Lily Snape now?"

Professor Snape changed himself because of her.

Wrong!

This must not be told!

"Harry must be devastated, his mother remarrying," Colin murmured, crumpling the photograph and parchment into a ball, then waving his wand. "Diffindo!"

Guided by the magic wand, the crumbs seemed to come alive and flew automatically to the wastebasket next to the desk.

However, what Colin didn't notice was that a timid figure crawled out of the cabinet in the corner.

"Finally!

I've finally found a flaw in Harry Potter!

My efforts were worthwhile!

"Damn Dudley! Watch how I ruin your beloved cousin!" This person was none other than Zacharias Smith.

He was so excited that he didn't even give himself time to stand up, and he crawled to the wastebasket on all fours.

"Reparo!" Zacharias chuckled, pulling the intact photograph and parchment from the wastebasket. "No wonder you're Muggle-born wizard! Don't you know that besides the Vanishing Spell, only the Fire-Making Spell can best erase traces?"

He looked at the information he had finally obtained, "It's actually true! Hehehe!"

You'll regret this, Harry Potter!

How dare they steal the Champion's title from the great Hufflepuff descendant!

And you even let your cousin target me all the time!

Meanwhile, Lily had arrived at the last house in Spinner's End.

"While Snape is working in the office now."

I need to hurry.

If I remember correctly, the Severus Magic Lock's password is "Shooting Star." With that word, the door opened.

Lily stood in front of the door, and memories of the past flooded back.

It was a sunny day.

In a corner of the library.

She and the still-young Snape were there planning their future.

The book, "How to Protect Your Estate," had a glossy black cover that shimmered in the sunlight with the same light as Snape's straight, greasy hair hanging on the table.

At that time, because of Madam Pince's presence.

The library was the only place, besides the classroom, where the two could spend time together peacefully without being disturbed.

Snape opened the book and handed it to her.

"In our country, many terrible beasts and monsters roam. But fortunately, most of them do not understand writing and cannot speak."

Thus, in order to protect their families and property, many protective spells were created that could only be broken by those who could read and speak (Snape added a note here: This is incorrect. It's possible to destroy spells that don't meet these two requirements, but are much more difficult).

They effectively prevented the invasion of wild beasts and monsters.

Our next generation can also grow up better.

Magic locks are undoubtedly the simplest and most effective of all mansion-protecting magic.

It uses a spell that only its owner knows as a key. The fewer people who know the spell, the stronger the magic."Lily read it aloud, word by word.

Beside her, Snape said softly, "I've already thought it through."

I'm going to use that house in Spinner's End as our base in the Muggle world.

I will cast the magic lock there.

The password is: Shooting Star.

The name of the amusement park where we first met.

"But wouldn't this be easily leaked?"

That amusement park has been abandoned.

But its signboard is still there.

If someone were to use an exhaustive search method combined with our shared memories to test this.

"It's not just sooner or later"

"Shh! Can you say the word 'shooting star'?" Snape waved his wand. "Secrecy of Sound!"

A blue light flashed from his wand. "I've modified that spell. My wand will remember your voice."

"Shooting star," Lily murmured, then asked curiously, "What's the use of that?"

"From now on, unless you tap the door with my wand and say the password, the magic lock will not open."

"Only you," Snape said.

Lily still remembers what he looked like back then.

His deep black eyes seemed to blaze with intense fire.

He stared straight at her.

For the first time, color returned to his pale face.

"This magic is still there," Lily murmured to herself.

It seems like I'm having a conversation with myself from over a decade ago.

The layout of the house seems to remain unchanged.

Driven by her memories, she quickly crossed the small living room.

She started walking upstairs to her room.

Soon, she arrived at the door.

The door was painted a mottled pink with tacky pink paint.

It is very uneven.

Just like more than a decade ago, it seems that the winds of time have not touched the door at all.

There was a small sign on the door with playful, bouncy handwritten letters; she could recite the contents even without looking at it:

Without my express permission

No entry

Especially Snape (smiley face)

Lily Snape (Scratched) Evans