Snape- The girl, his daughter pulled out a locket, on a golden chain, and opened it. His eyes widened , as he realized this was Lily's old locket. He leaned in, closer to the girl to see what was inside. To his dismay, he saw a picture of a teenage Lily and himself, smiling. The two teens were smiling at the camera, and waving. He smiled, remembering the times he had before he had slipped up. Before that one day he accidentally called his precious Lily that wretched name. Oh how he had always wished he could take back those words. He wished he could turn back the hands of time, but he couldn't. He couldn't even use a time-turner. You can't change the past how he wanted to change it. He could lose his life, or even Lily's life. No, the past should remain the past. He removed his head from the clouds, when he saw the girl open her mouth to say something. "What?" He asked.
Harry- Harry opened up the locket which lay around her neck. It had been hers for as long as she could remember. She opened up, to reveal the moving pictures inside. These were the first people she had ever shown her locket to. Her 'family' had never been able to take it off. They had wanted to take it, and sell it at a shop somewhere, but she hadn't given it to them. This used to belong to her mother, and she wasn't about to give it up. They weren't able to take it off her neck, or open it, ever. So the moving pictures remained her little secret, and her most prized possession. She took out the picture, and looked at the back of the picture, while showing the man the picture, and read the description. She had done this so many times. This was the thing that had comforted her, when her thoughts had turned dark, and had threatened to turn her situation worse. The picture read 'Me (Lily Evans) and Severus Snape.' "Did you know my mum?" She asked the man cautiously. The man snapped his head up, and the small smile he had on disappeared, leaving his face emotionless again. "What?" He asked, and Harry felt her confidence disappear.
Snape- The girl gulped, and asked, nervously. "D-did you k-know my m-mum?" Her eyes revealed eagerness, and happiness, but also dread, and they were a bit frantic. 'What did she think he'd do, kill her for asking a simple question?'
Harry- Her uncle's first rule was never to ask questions. She closed her eyes, as she remembered all the times she had gotten a beating for asking a question. But she wanted to know more about her mum. That was worth any beating. She stuttered the question out, and watched the man eyeing her. She waited patiently for his answer, and was surprised to see him smile. "Yes. I did know your mother." He said, and she felt a warmth rush thru her.
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