Du Long never imagined something as absurd as transmigration could happen to her.
On Qingming Festival, she brought ten exquisitely beautiful paper maidens to visit her two elder female cousins.
"Ling Jie, Lang Jie, I've burned five maids for each of you. You've got to bless me so I can find a well-paying, low-effort job after graduation..."
A strange gust of wind blew, dust got in Du Long's eyes distracting her, and she stumbled, crashing into her cousin's tombstone.
When she regained consciousness, she had become a lump of an infant.
A large hand slapped Du Long's buttocks, startling her into a loud wail.
"Congratulations, Severus. It's a very healthy baby girl."
A kindly-looking middle-aged woman expertly swaddled Du Long like a rice dumpling and handed her to the greasy-haired young man beside her.
Du Long, still not comprehending the situation, thought she was dreaming.
A young version of Severus Snape was holding her, his face contorted with tears. Why would she have such a terrifying dream?
That greasy hair was less than three centimeters from her face. It was horrifying!
The young Severus Snape choked out, "She's as dazzling as Felix Felicis... Let's call her Harley. Harley Snape."
...What?
What kind of a ridiculous name is that!
Something's wrong. Something is nine-tenths wrong.
Du Long stretched out a tiny hand and touched the nearest clump of hair. The greasy, realistic texture—Help!
Only then did Du Long realize this wasn't a dream. She had truly transmigrated and become Severus Snape's daughter!
Overwhelmed by the shock—no, rather, overwhelmed by the shock, Harley Snape rolled her eyes back and passed out.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three months had passed.
Harley Snape felt the magical world she had transmigrated into was seriously problematic.
Her mother was named Lily Snape. She had bright green almond-shaped eyes and flowing red hair, was extremely beautiful, and was said to have been the school beauty in her youth.
Her father was named Severus Snape. He had greasy black hair and a prominent hooked nose. When speaking to people, he would stare unblinkingly with his cold, empty black eyes, giving off an aura of sternness and detachment.
As for Harley Snape, she possessed bright green almond-shaped eyes, red baby hair, and a prominent nose bridge—every night before bed, she prayed to Merlin, hoping her hair wouldn't inherit the Snape Family's signature greasiness.
Harley lived with her parents in a country villa in central Australia. The Snapes ran a mail-order Potion business via owls there, living a life of seclusion.
So... is this right?
If it weren't for Lily frequently chatting on the phone with Petunia, and Harley once overhearing Aunt Petunia endlessly boasting about how wonderful her precious Dudley was, she might have thought it all just a coincidence and that this wasn't the magical world.
However, the fact that Lily and Petunia got along so well after marriage, calling each other three times a week, was bizarre in itself.
Harley fell into deep thought. She couldn't quite figure out why she had transmigrated into the magical world. In her past life, she wasn't a huge HP fanatic. If she had to transmigrate, it should have been—wait!
She suddenly remembered a monumental masterpiece she had stayed up all night appreciating not long ago: 'Transmigrating as Lord Voldemort, I Bury Flowers with Orochimaru in the Dream of the Red Chamber.'
Right before transmigrating, she had just read the part where Lin Daiyu uprooted a willow tree, with Orochimaru and Lord Voldemort cheering and clapping on the side, and the three of them swearing brotherhood under a peach tree.
Yikes~
Harley suddenly felt grateful she hadn't transmigrated as Lord Voldemort. At least her soul was intact and her nose was still there.
Since she was here, she might as well settle in. She'd just enjoy life.
Time passed quickly. Harley learned to crawl at six months old and to walk at one year old.
During the day, she pressed against the window watching kangaroos fight. At night, she lay in her crib admiring palm-sized spiders roaming the ceiling hunting insects. Occasionally, lost venomous snakes, lizards, brightly colored poisonous insects, and Flying Earwigs would visit the house. Life was, in its own way, colorful.
Harley's threshold for being startled was constantly being raised. Minor annoyances like flying cockroaches she could now grab expressionlessly and toss into a spiderweb in the corner to give the big spider a snack.
This peaceful, almost unreal life continued until a certain night in early November 1981, when a white-haired, white-bearded old man arrived at the Snape Family's doorstep.
The doorbell interrupted Severus Snape's train of thought. He walked out of the basement Potions lab with a dark expression.
Staring at the doorknob, for some reason Severus suddenly felt an ominous premonition. He hesitated for a long time without opening the door.
This door must not be opened.
The person outside wasn't discouraged. They kept pressing the doorbell at an irritatingly consistent frequency, as if determined to press it until the end of time if the door didn't open.
The doorbell disturbed Lily, who was watching a Muggle soap opera. She picked up Harley, who was nearby teasing two spiders into fighting, and walked over to her husband.
"Sev, why aren't you opening the door?"
"...I'll open it now. You take Harley and stand further back."
Severus drew his wand from his waist and cautiously opened the door.
The anticipated danger did not materialize, but when he clearly saw the old man standing at the door, Severus's face grew even darker.
What was Albus Dumbledore doing at his house?
What terrible luck.
"Good evening—Severus. Aren't you going to invite me in for a while?"
Dumbledore, acting as if he hadn't noticed he was unwelcome, asked with a cheerful smile.
"Professor Dumbledore!"
Lily exclaimed with pleasant surprise, "What brings you here? Please, come in... Sev! What are you standing there for? Go make some tea!"
Severus curled his lip and reluctantly ushered Dumbledore inside.
Harley was currently in her mother's arms. Her eyes widened. Dumbledore was at their house?
Merlin's rainbow-colored fingernails—she had finally met another canon character!
This Dumbledore seemed somewhat younger, dressed in a moon-white robe.
Behind him followed another old man around his age—wasn't that Gellert Grindelwald!
Grindelwald's hands were bound with a white rope, and he wore something resembling a mask over his face, preventing him from speaking normally. He just raised an eyebrow at Harley.
This former Dark Wizard who had attempted to rule the Muggle world—hadn't he been sentenced to life imprisonment forty years ago after his coup failed?
Why wasn't he serving his time in Nurmengard, and what was he doing following Dumbledore around!
"Lily, take Harley to bed."
Severus didn't show excessive attention to Grindelwald beside Dumbledore, as if this were all perfectly normal.
Seeing such a bizarre scene, how could Harley possibly sleep!