She came back to the only place she belonged to—Hogwarts. It became her home and the one she had only. She came down the train, lifting her suitcases on the floor. Students around were screaming, exhilarated seeing the magnificent building. The castle was the building that first surprised her by its outside looking, the smell of age. She had been to many countries, actually, her parents had a hobby to travel to different places. She could still recall the first time she went out with them. She wanted to stay at home, with her books and her knowledge, but they insisted that she should go with them. They set off on a Monday, in her summer holiday. They went to Paris, though her parents had been there before and they disliked to double-visit somewhere but a need to let her view had apparently occurred to their mind. She loved the landscape and its culture, and by the way, the buildings and the feelings on the road.
She loved recalling, but it was time to stop. She had been standing in the snow like a tree, and the snow covered her make her looked like a snowman. She tried to move her feet, but she couldn't move a toe. She sighed, and sat on the snow. She remembered that when she was a little kid, her favorite snow-day-activity was sitting on the snow. It seemed like her whole body was contacting with the weather. She could sense the happiness inside every flake. Her mom always worried her catching a cold, but it got nothing on the activity in a kid's mind.
There was none to stop her like her mother did.
She hadn't set off to live a new life when everything broke down, and the things only remained for her to do was sitting on the snow, watching the snow fell across her tears. She was a loser, she cried so many times after the death.
No matter how time past, the death would always be inside her heart, deepen and deepen, until her forget how to get rid of it.
She needed to grow up, from teen to adult, learned to fix all these things up. Of course, it took time.
"So, you was depressed and just stayed there?" She recognised that voice.
She managed to stand up, stumbled. The road was bumping, she thought.
When she finally got her mind into work, she confused. Why could he appear here, in this special occasion?
"Long time no see. I get into some kinds of… trouble."
"Want to talk about it?"
"Sure." Then she had nothing to start with.
He understood her. He picked up her hands, grabbed in his. She blushed, she didn't expect this.
She didn't even know whether she liked him. But she wanted to touch his hands.
She grabbed in return.
He chuckled at the little movement. She thought.
However, she didn't know he chuckled for the decision he made. He was too activated facing her. He was strange, and trying to deny the joyful smile on his face.
He told her his name. She didn't hear clearly, and missed it.
Little did her know, his name was Severus Snape.