Snape didn't sleep well that night, and all sorts of ridiculous and strange dreams came one after another, tormenting his nerves.

When it was almost dawn, he woke up from his dream, touched his neck, and found that he had broken out in a cold sweat at some point.

The dream just now was so terrible that it made people think that it was the truth of everything.

He dreams that Lily didn't have a broomstick accident caused by James Potter when she was in fourth grade. Of course, she didn't have the trick of being injured and unconscious, and claiming to have amnesia when she woke up in the school hospital. The soul in that shell, from beginning to end, is the real Lily. That imposter never appeared.

In his dreams, life went smoothly along a path he had never seen before and could hardly imagine. Lily distanced herself from the pursuit of the dark arts, and naturally became much closer to the megalomaniac Potter who was madly pursuing her, as he had known for the rest of his life, and then Lily and Potter eventually got together, got married after graduation, and settled in Godric's Hollow. In the dream, they both made Aurors, and then Lily gave birth to the savior boy Harry Potter......

He began to feel like his memories were messing up, as if it wasn't just a crazy dream.

Lily's trajectory in this life is also like this. He's saying, the real Lily.

Although she became Brielle Fergton, she still married James Potter, became an Auror, gave birth to Harry Potter, and then died at the hands of Voldemort along with the megalomaniac Potter, leaving only the troublemaker named Harry Potter to protect him.

Of course, in order to protect that Harry Potter, he had to be sent to the Muggle world as a baby, and find his blood relatives - in the dream, the person who was responsible for raising him, but who treated him badly, was undoubtedly Lily's sister, Penny Evans, and yet, in the same way, in the dream, there was no social worker who pretended to be an old girl who couldn't get married, knocked on the door of Berriel Fergton's Squib brother, and went to visit and visit Harry Potter in the name of a social worker's home visit, the cunning, intelligent, An imposter who can turn a hundred and twenty thoughts in his head in a minute to deceive people and take the bait!

In that crazy, chaotic, almost delusional dream, unlike the reality he experienced, there was no trace of the imposter in all the stories.

At the edge of the Black Lake, when Potter insulted him rudely, Lily stopped him, but she didn't yell at him angrily—he even caught the unnatural twitch on Lily's face from his chaotic vision as he hung upside down from his head and feet—as if he was trying to hold back a subconscious sense of amusement.

Of course, after he couldn't help but shout the rude word "mudblood" at Lily, Lily didn't throw white gloves at him to fight him, but simply broke up with him.

Without that duel, his reputation in Hogwarts had plummeted even more. Lily refused to pay any more attention to him, the Gryffindors looked at him like a rag in the corner, with contempt and disgust, and many within Slytherin thought that he was humiliated by the Marauders Quartet by the Black Lake as a disgrace to Slytherin, and they snubbed and excluded him even more consciously or unconsciously......

Then, it was the Dark Lord who extended a pretended friendly hand to him. He had followed a similar path in his life, heard the prophecy, informed the Dark Lord, and turned to Dumbledore for help because he had learned that the prophecy was Lily and her son, and on that fateful Halloween night, he rushed out of the house in Godric's Hollow, only to see the undissipated Dark Mark in the night sky above the house, and then, when he hugged Lily's dead body and wept bitterly, no one would walk quietly through the door to the cold oneMixed with the cries of babies, the room full of death, tenderly picked up little Harry, who was still crying in the crib, and looked at him with sympathetic, soft, and sad eyes, trying in vain to find a way to make an alibi for him before the Order of the Phoenix arrived.

Also, after Lily's death, no one but Dumbledore would be willing to sacrifice his reputation to testify for him, just so that he could get away with his guilt in the court of Wizengamot, and no one would smile gently at him for such a long time, stubbornly approach and care for him in the face of his coldness and hostility, confiscate the Potter boy's wand in the screaming shack to defend him, and confront the dangerous werewolf in order to save him under the beating willow, At the Christmas ball jointly organized by the three schools, he used the horns of the horned camel beast to lure, and deceived him into one of his dances with clever words-

Snape no longer felt sleepy. He sat up abruptly from the bed, rolled over and stepped out of bed, without turning on the light, went to the window, and opened the curtains.

The headmaster's room, located on the eighth floor, should be one of the rooms with the best view of the entire castle. He looked down over Hogwarts in the morning light, and saw the hazy pre-dawn mist swirling in the nearby mountain forest, and the water was as silent as a pale silk.

Yesterday's great battle had destroyed many places, and he saw the ruins everywhere, but it still did not destroy the beauty of Hogwarts, but gave it a sense of eternal beauty.

Really. Time is not, life is not, only Hogwarts is eternal.

Really. He thought that no matter how much the world changed, Lily Evans's choice would not change.

It was she who had changed, the one who lived in her shell, to be exact.

Leaving behind all the responsibilities and pressures of the past, he was able to think about this whole thing very calmly for the first time, but the more he thought about it, the more foggy he felt.

His fingers ran over the lattice. In the faint light that came through the window, the hand with slightly yellowed fingertips from making potions gently tapped the glass on the window, and blue veins could be faintly seen on the back of the pale hand. Blood flows in it.

This is a hand with life. Severus Snape's hand.

The reason why he was still standing here today, quietly looking out the window, waking up from a deep sleep by nightmares, repeating his life as before, dealing with trivial matters, getting headaches from Dumbledore, and wrestling with the little trolls whose brains were forever stuffed with weeds—it was all because of her. That fake Lily.

She cleared his name, clarified his secret mission and true purpose, and died in his place—though there was no evidence to support his inference, but he was almost certain that in the battle between the Death Eaters and the Phoenix Fellows outside the Forbidden Forest after Dumbledore's death— The reason why she chased him, with grief and madness on her face, and her eyes burning with rage, as if she wanted to fight him to the death, was only to defeat him for a valid reason, and to use the disarming charm on him, so that Voldemort would think that she was the current owner of the Elder Wand, not him.

Moreover, he had to admit that he was at Malfoy Manor, and he was also aware of Voldemort's seemingly murderous intent towards him. The Dark Lord is not a man with a compassionate heart, or who can easily be deceived by a child like Potter Kid. Even if he had pulled out the laws that Dumbledore had taught him about how the Elder Wand had agreed with his new master, he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go.

Snape guessed that the Dark Lord had intended to kill the most obvious candidate, Lily Evans, first, and then that when he sent Snape to that room, Snape's own end was approaching, and the serpent Nagini was still in that room. And Lily Evans is dead, and it is impossible to help him kill Nagini anymore. Even if Lily still had a breath, even if she still had the strength to help him kill the snake, the Dark Lord stood behind him and wouldn't give him time to resist or dodge. The Dark Lord didn't want to take any chances, he wanted to make sure he got the Elder Wand, so he would take out the two new masters that the Elder Wand might identify with after Dumbledore's death-

But that fake Lily's plan ruined it all. Even now that he thinks about it, Snape has to admit that that was his only chance of life. She didn't know how she could take the serpent Nagini from the heavily guarded Malfoy Manor, and the timing of his disappearance was just right - so that Voldemort, who was eager to recover his last Horcrux and go to Hogwarts to kill Harry Potter, had to temporarily leave Snape alive so that he could retrieve Nagini for himself-

Then, once Snape left Malfoy Manor, Voldemort never had a chance to attack him again, because the Dark Lord's entire energy had to be focused on defeating Harry Potter's boy who always died, and what a flawed but perfect adventure! It looked as if she had anticipated every change that had taken place since then, but had no idea that she would die!

All the points in her plan were risk-taking, gambling, but she got it right every step of the way, and the end ending was perfect - except that she was playing with her own life.

Snape's brow furrowed, and the hand that was caressing the window suddenly clenched into a fist, slamming the window so hard that the large piece of glass embedded in the window buzzed.

"Li......" he unconsciously spat out the first syllable of the name, and suddenly came to his senses.

For the first time, as if for the first time, when he said the name "Lily", he was referring not to the real Lily, but to the impostor—yet the impostor's true face was still in the clouds, shrouded and obscured by a vague haze, and he suddenly realized that he knew her at all, even if the two of them had known each other for more than twenty years.

Who is she? What does she want? What does she want to achieve? Why does she do all those crazy things? Why does she ...... him so much in the face of his ridicule and cold eyes? Friendliness?In his limited, barren life, why did there be such a strange, cunning, lively, upsetting woman, who even deceived him while being a good person in the eyes of others, and could not be judged by common sense?......

"Bigonia Colombang......" he murmured the name, as if chewing on its meaning.

"Who the hell are you?"

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June 23:

So, I'll go along with everyone's expectations and write a little more long-winded follow-up [Hey!

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