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Red Hair, Brown Eyes
Lily Luna Potter was learning that being a Gryffindor prefect was more troublesome than a rogue Blast Ended Skrewt. The multitude of Weasley, Potter and Jordan children together managed to cause a ruckus at least a dozen times a month, usually ending with her placing them all in detention with Filch the caretaker.
This time however, they'd taken it a step too far- the swamp on the fifth floor corridor that was the legacy of their uncles Fred and George's time at Hogwarts had been expanded, causing the third year History of Magic classroom to reek of toadstools and poo. And so it was that she found herself being summoned to the Headmistress' office.
After giving the gargoyle the password (Ginger Snaps), she got on the moving staircase and knocked on the door at the top. The door swung open so she slunk in and decided to wait.
There was a lot of tartan- on comfortable looking couches, covering numerous silver instruments on a raised dais at one end of the room, on end tables and even a tartan rug on the floor by a fireplace.
She skimmed over the paintings of past Heads behind the large and neatly organized cherry wood desk to the ones of Hogwarts on the opposite wall. One in particular stood out as it was not of a shining school in the Scottish countryside but of a burning ruin with flashes of light exploding on the canvas.
Lily wondered if the painting was as vivid as her father's nightmares of the war seemed to be.
The portrait of Professor Severus Snape woke up from a nap to the sight of a tall fifteen year old girl with shiny, bright red hair falling down her back, standing opposite the Headmistress' desk.
His breath caught.
"Lily?" he breathed out. It was her. His Lily. It had to be. But how?
Hearing her name faintly, Lily Luna Potter turned around and her eyes fell upon the portrait of the hook nosed man.
Her brown eyes.
"Yes, Professor... Snape?" she said, reading his plaque.
"Your eyes are wrong", he said slowly, as pain ripped through him.
It wasn't her after all. Not her.
"She's a Lily, Severus", said the sad voice of Albus Dumbledore.
"Hello, sir. I'm Lily Potter. Is there a problem?" Lily said politely in a curious voice, eyes flickering between the two former headmasters.
"Not at all, my dear", said Professor Dumbledore, his eyes shining.
"Leave it to Potter to get it wrong, as always." Snape said dully.
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