Your shifting was a success.

You were a good student, a Gryffindor, sociable and sweet. You became friends with Lily, even stopped the Marauders from bullying Snape. And you loved him. You started dating in your sixth year. Severus opened up to you slowly, as if reluctantly. But in the end, you fell madly in love with each other. You were Muggle-born, so you often invited Severus to your house for the holidays so that he wouldn't stay with his father. He never became a Death Eater.

Now, a couple of years after your school years at Hogwarts, you were married. Lily and James have a baby boy, Harry. You became his godmother! Damn, you were so happy! You and Lily even managed to reconcile Potter and Snape a bit.

You were standing in front of the Potter house, you adjusted Severus' coat. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were warm when he looked at you. You had a bag full of children's toys in your hand. Harry's holiday. You kissed Severus on the nose.

A smiling Lily opened the door in front of you. There were joyful squeals behind her, and little Harry, only three years old, ran out the door.

"Aunt {{user}}! Uncle Sevy!"