"Where have you been all morning?" Harriet asked in the empty corridor, if one were to look around the place they would notice she was talking to herself.

"Answering the call of Mother Nature." Fou responded as he appeared beside her, walking along her side as they approached the dungeons for class. Harriet paused for a moment and looked down at Fou with a deadpan.

"You could've just said that you were in the washroom." Her deadpan bore down on Fou as he turned his head up to her, a raised brow, "And who said I was using the Bathroom? I was talking to Mother nature, quite a lovely looking person you know?"

Fou said before he continued down the corridor, Harriet sat there for naught but a moment and shrugged, moving she quickly catches up to Fou outside the Potions classroom.

Siting down, she pulled her legs up and rested her head upon them as she wandless grabbed a book from her bag with magic, considering that it was still relatively early in the morning Snape shouldn't show up for quite a whi-

"Miss. Radiata." Snape's dry and sour voice drawled as he approached the door with a billowing cape following him, her eyes looked up from the book that was now firmly in her hands.

"Professor Snape." She greeted, turning back to her book in comfortable silence, Fou laying on her head and reading along with her. Snape's eyes were drawn to the title of the book, 'The Secret Language of Flowers' by Penelope Maybell Smallflower.

"A reprint?" Snape asked with a raised brow and upturned nose, Harriet having heard that, put a bookmark in place before flipping to the front. There, right in the front matter, "To: Lily Evans, From Severus Snape. Daffodil's, Four-leafed clover's, and Oxalis's"

"This was in the attic at the Dursley, along with a letter to you." She said while standing up and dusting off her legs, she gestured to the lock door; Getting a snort from Snape as he waved his hand walked through, leaving it open for Harriet.

"Your name, Lycoris Radiata, Red Magic Lily, it's an homage to your mother, isn't it?" Snape asked as he looked out the window, hands held behind his back and in view of the girl.

"Honouring the mother that gave her life for me, very subtle, very touching. I like the meaning you've given it, unfortunately not through." She said, siting on a stool, watching the back of Snape as he stood stoically. Yet she felt the heartache he felt for Lily, the man who loved her mother with his entire being and soul, Always.

"Then may I inquire… as to the meaning of the name you've taken to calling yourself?" His dry tone was firm, set in stone, yet his hurt shone through his voice. He listened to the rustle of her cloths as she approached, the sound of an envelope hitting his desk.

"The Red spider lily," By this point Fou had long left the room, giving them both the space needed. "Is associated with death; it is believed that one should never give a bouquet of these flowers." Harriet waved her hand, a flower bud appearing in her hand and blooming rapidly, she quietly places the flower on the envelope, seeing the minute shaking from Snapes shoulders.

"Harriet Potter died, Oct 31st, 1988." She said solemnly, a window cracked open letting in a light breeze; "At Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey." Flower started to encase her, leave little but her voice to fade away in the winds as flower flew from the window. "When her whale of an Uncle and pig of a Cousin had their way with her while her Aunt watched. And today, she is finally put to rest."

And with that, she was gone, finally put to rest.

Snape continued to solemnly look out the window, frozen from the statement, the last words of a dead child that had their innocence taken from them. His hands dropped to his side's, fist's clenched in rage before he swung, he heard his bone crack from the force of hitting the stone wall with his delicate hands.

He was huffing and puffing, feeling rage suffused his whole body, his wand was already drawn and repairing his hand as he made to rush to the wretched child home of his beloved Lily.

Yet he stopped, seeing the dark red of the Spider lily place neatly atop the letter left for him. And he warred with himself, to go hunt down Vernon and Petunia and their wretched spawn, or to sit down and read lily's letter.

"Their retribution was swift, and not at all harmless, it was delightfully painful." He whipped his head around the room, searching, desperately, for the source of the voice.

It sounded exactly like it was lily, just whispering on the wind.

"Rest assured, Sev, they shall pay their dues before the devil himself, now go, read my letter." And the breeze in the room stopped, leaving the air stale as he stood there, grief wracking his whole body.

He stumbled to his desk and picked the envelope up, ripping it open in a daze his eyes roam over the letter, word for word.

And he let out a sound less scream, as he collapsed to his knees, holding the letter to his chest as tears burst out of his eyes and to the floor.

And yet Harriet heard it all happened from outside the door, standing there with Fou.

"Believe this is our cue to leave, no?" Fou asked, stretching his paws out. Harriet only nodded as she turned and walked down the hall.

"~Professor Severus Snape," She hummed, "~with his long black cape." She swayed side to side just a little bit, "~Head of Slytherin, house of the snake" She added a little bounce to her walk, "~And half blood prince Professor of defence" Fou join in her little humming. "~Potions master at Hogwarts" Fou said as he hoped up to Harriet's shoulder. "~He's not a pleasant man, and he seems like he's bad; Picking on Harry Potter in front of the class and~ Though they debate, he would do what it takes~" She twirled in place for a moment and continued one, just as carefree as ever, a small trail of Red Spider Lily's left in Harriet's path as Lycoris Radiata lays rest to that chapter of her life. "~To protect this place, he's Severus Snape~"