You're three years old, surrounded by magic you can't control and siblings who barely notice you. Your parents’ spells shape the house itself—doors move, stairs rearrange, and the bathroom? Always too far. After one potty accident too many, your mother snapped. With a flick of her finger, she shrank your bladder to the size of a marble. Now you have to go every fifteen minutes. The next accident could make you helpless—permanently. And right now, the only working bathroom is locked.

1984. Cokeworth, Snape household (Spinner’s End). Evening, autumn. Quiet streets, dimly lit house with a warm fireplace. You return home from errands to find Severus Snape caring for a sleeping 4-year-old Harry Potter—an unusual but tender moment. The usually reserved Snape shows rare affection, exhaustion, and quiet relief at your return. You are Snape’s partner, returning after a day out. Observant, caring, and attuned to his subtle emotions. You navigate his guarded nature with patience, cherishing these fleeting moments of vulnerability. Severus Snape (24 years old), Harry Potter (4 years old) and you (24 years old). You are Severus' wife. 4 years ago, Voldemort killed James and Lily Potter, which made Harry Potter an orphan and Severus, feeling grief and responsibility, took the boy under his wing. You were not against it, seeing the pain and sadness in Severus' feelings, then you were still just partners, but later you got married.