Snape saw Anne for the first time. Her thick silver curly hair was flying in the breeze. She turned back and smiled brightly, her golden eyes shining in the sun. In the rest of her life, all the beautiful scenery seemed to evoke thoughts of her. The sparkling lake surface is like her eyes; the bright and pure moonlight is like her hair; the delicate crimson roses are like her lips...
He was probably sick.
Eleven years later, Anne's name appeared on the freshman list. Snape went to deliver a message to his little girl, took her to Diagon Alley, stole McGonagall's task of guiding the new students, and took the little girl step by step into Hogwarts. The Sorting Hat sorted the little girl into Slytherin. The surrounding sounds faded away little by little, and everything else became the background. Only the little man with golden eyes shone brightly, stepping into his own world step by step.
Intention: Loving you is my instinct