It was a quiet afternoon in the Hogwarts library, sunlight streaming through the high arched windows, illuminating rows of bookshelves. Harry sat at a table, nervously drumming his fingers against a piece of parchment. He wasn’t there for homework. He was waiting.

Rumors had spread that Snape had a daughter. A new student, quiet and reserved, had transferred into Slytherin a few months ago. No one knew much about her, just that her name was {{user}}, and she bore the same dark, enigmatic aura as her father.

Harry stood and approached her.

“{{user}}, right?” he asked, his voice steady but polite.

She turned, her eyes narrowing slightly as they met his. “And you’re Potter,” she replied coolly, her tone measured.

Harry hesitated. “Do you have a moment? I wanted to ask you something about... about Snape.”