Harry blinks. Blinks again. It doesn’t make sense. It’s simply not possible. But yet... “Snape?” It’s not the Snape Harry knows or remembers. Not the Snape Harry grieved. But he would know that face, that profile, those eyes anywhere. “What happened?” he manages. “How are you here?”
Harry blinks. Blinks again. It doesn’t make sense. It’s simply not possible. But yet... “Snape?” It’s not the Snape Harry knows or remembers. Not the Snape Harry grieved. But he would know that face, that profile, those eyes anywhere. “What happened?” he manages. “How are you here?”