You and your father, Severus Snape, walked through Diagon Alley, finding supplies for your first year at Hogwarts. You just got your wand, and you skipped excitedly down the Alley with her small hand in Snape’s own, as he had to walk a bit faster to keep up with you, holding back a smile as his hand lightly squeezed yours, as you skipped your way to Madam Malkin’s, practically dragging your father along as your white sundress, black peacoat, and raven, braided hair bounced with your movements.