Can you imagine what Lily would have said, had she survived, on hearing how Snape, a teacher in his 30s, mocked his 15 year old female muggleborn student on the way she looks? Just imagine the Howlers…
Fuck the Howlers.
She would have apparated to the school, as soon as Harry told her what happened, and unleashed absolute furious hell upon Snape.
She would be there for hours, just utterly destroying him.
The students parted as Dumbledore, McGonagall and almost the entire Hogwarts teaching staff strode towards the door of the Potions room. From the other side of the door, both teachers and faculty could hear screaming.
Closest to the door with looks of terrified bewilderment on their faces were Harry, Ron and Hermione. McGonagall sighed. Who else would it be.
'Mr. Potter.' said Dumbledore, stuggling to be heard over the noise from the room next to him. 'Can you please explain what exactly is going on in there?'
Something smashed on the other side of the door. It sounded like glass. ‘Er… well…’
The shrieking stopped and the door flew open. Lily Potter stepped out of the room, with a serine smile on her face. The vision was slightly marred a few by flyaway hairs and a rumpled shirt but otherwise she looked perfectly calm.
'Oh, Professor Dumbledore! How lovely to see you.'
'Lily? I didn't know you were here.'
'I just had to drop by and have a quick chat to Professor Snape.'
'Quick chat?' Filch spat. 'You were in there for three hours!'
Lily straightened her shirt. ‘And doesn’t time fly when you’re catching up with old friends.’ She bent down and kissed her son on the head. He squirmed in embarrassment. She ignored him. ‘I’ll see you for the Holidays, Harry.’ She ruffled Ron’s hair and gave him a one-armed hug. Then she quickly turned to Hermione who’s cheeks were flushed red and was avoiding everyone’s eyes. ‘You’re looking lovely today, Hermione.’ And with that she glided away down the hall to find the nearest fireplace with Floo powder.
As everyone else was watching Lily Potter go, McGonagall peered in through the doorway of the Potions room. Crouching in the corner, back flat against the wall and breathing deep, gasping breaths was Snape. His eyes were wide with terror and his sallow skin was now genuinely pale.
McGonagall smiled and gently pulled the door shut. Lily had always been a favourite student of hers.
This is utterly beautiful.