Female lead: Reborn with memories of Harry Potter. She's neither a naive sweetheart nor an idiot. (The author can't stand stupidity. I make myself cry with my own stupidity all the time, so there's no way I'm letting my daughter repeat my mistakes!)
Writing style: I won't whitewash Slytherin or demonize Gryffindor. The tone is mostly serious, with occasional lighthearted moments. Every house has good and bad people, each with their own choices and convictions.
Length: Planned at 500,000 words. 50,000 are already written, so I'm one-tenth of the way there. Keep an eye on me so I don't abandon it! Aaaah! (Going crazy.)
Why I'm writing this: Because I just can't help myself! (Going crazy again~) Snape is the very embodiment of extremes. He's full of contradictions: calm restraint and burning abandon, an unwavering devotion like a moth to a flame, and the bittersweet satisfaction of sacrificing himself for what he believes in. Though he's a sadist, he's also been utterly devoted to himself as a masochist for ten years, without hesitation. His life experiences shaped his demands for absolute perfection in everything. If there is no light, then he will remain forever in the darkness. If his own sun has vanished, then he will sink into Hell forever to atone. I... I just can't resist writing a new take on him, so let him have a passionate, earthshaking romance with my daughter! (Enthusiastic applause!)
Preface:
I know that moon isn't mine, but one day its gentle light shone down on me.
Where is this? This forest is beautiful. She followed the footsteps of those who came before her. The wind howled in her ears. Suddenly, she saw a few white clouds drifting across the blue sky. They were so low, almost close enough to touch. In a daze, she seemed to hear hurried footsteps beside her, and someone urgently calling her name. Her head hurt more and more as she sank into the darkness...
