Harry Potter 1976 : I'm Snape ?! Time to Looksmaxx.

"Alastor, Frank, Gideon," Dumbledore's blue eyes gleamed sharply behind his half-moon spectacles, "later tonight, the three of you will head to the Tonks residence in East London. The Death Eaters plan to strike Ted and Andromeda Tonks' family this evening."

"Is Montague's intelligence reliable?" Gideon Prewett frowned.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his long beard swaying with the motion. "Montague can sometimes… be overly focused on certain 'business opportunities,' but this time his source is trustworthy."

He paused, scanning each member of the Order present. "Andromeda is a member of the Black family, married to Muggle-born Ted. To those obsessed with pure-blood supremacy, this is an unforgivable betrayal.

"I had suggested they move away," Dumbledore continued, "but Ted believes this is a chance to catch a few Death Eaters. After all, passive defense is never the best option."

Snape raised his head; a dangerous gleam flashed in his dark eyes. He looked to Dumbledore, silently asking if he could take out the Death Eaters directly. But Dumbledore caught his gaze and shook his head slightly, signaling silence.

Moody suddenly rose, the wooden leg thudding heavily against the floor. "No time to waste—we need a plan."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a map hovered in midair, clearly marking the neighborhood where the Tonks residence lay.

"Alastor, you lead the team," he said. "You'll arrive ahead to set an ambush. Also… you're bringing Severus and Lily, but they won't join the fight—just get them acquainted with combat."

Alice squeezed Frank Longbottom's hand tightly, then released it.

"Be careful," she whispered.

Ten minutes later, Moody, Frank, Gideon, along with Snape and Lily, stood before a fireplace, ready to travel via Floo Network to the nearest Order contact point to the Tonks' home.

"Remember," Dumbledore's voice pierced through the crackling flames, "the priority is protecting the Tonks family, especially their four-year-old daughter. Minimize casualties."

Green flames roared, swallowing the five Order members one by one.

When they stumbled out of the fireplace on the other side, a light rain had begun, fine droplets gleaming silver beneath dim streetlamps.

"I'll lead," Gideon whispered. "I was here once for their wedding—it's two blocks from here."

"Wait," Moody held up his hand before they left the contact point. "We can't just walk out openly."

"Everyone but Gideon, cast Disillusionment Charms on each other," he barked, wand already in hand. "A group of us traveling openly is a bad idea."

Snape and Lily faced each other, lightly tapping their wand tips on each other's heads.

The air shimmered and rippled as their forms gradually became translucent—vanishing from sight.

"Now," Moody's rough voice came from the void, "Gideon, lead the way.

"When we arrive, crouch down and tie your shoelaces. We'll enter first, then you find a quiet spot to dispel your charm before rejoining us."

They followed Gideon silently through the soft rain and breeze. Warm light spilled from windows lining the street, a stark contrast to the tension in their movements.

Near Bethnal Green, a two-story red-brick house appeared in sight. Gideon knelt, feigning shoelace trouble.

The front garden bloomed with geraniums and roses. Amid the blossoms, a golden-haired man with a swollen belly pruned branches in the rain, moving as leisurely as if enjoying a routine day of gardening.

Moody, invisible, brushed past him gently.

Ted Tonks immediately understood, lowering his shears and stepping up the porch. Opening the front door, he called out loudly, "The rain's getting worse! Bloody weather!"

"Come in quickly," Ted whispered from the doorway, eyes scanning the street warily.

"Keep the door open a moment," Moody whispered into Ted's ear, voice barely audible. "Gideon's not inside yet."

The Order members swiftly entered, moving behind a folding screen by the door to shed their Disillusionment Charms. Four figures materialized in the hallway.

Inside the living room, a woman knelt on the carpet tending to a little girl with pink hair. The child turned her heart-shaped face, her large, dark, sparkling eyes curious about the strangers.

When the woman looked up, despite expecting it, Snape's breath caught—he almost mistook her for Bellatrix Lestrange: the same striking face, the high cheekbones, the aristocratic jawline.

But a closer look revealed Andromeda's difference. Her hair was smooth chestnut, her eyes larger and gentler than her sister's, a natural smile softening her features. She radiated no menace.

"Thank you for coming," Andromeda's voice trembled slightly. "When we received Professor Dumbledore's message, we could hardly believe it…"

"You're brave," Moody grunted, eyes still scanning the windows. "Don't worry—we'll protect you. Let's teach those Death Eaters a lesson."

Little Tonks toddled unsteadily toward the strangers, tilting her head curiously. Her hair suddenly shifted from pink to bright blue, then purple.

"Wow!" Frank exclaimed. "Her hair!"

"Since birth, Nymphadora's hair changes color," Andromeda explained proudly, forgetting her worries for a moment. "She's a natural Metamorphmagus."

"Are you all Aurors?" Tonks asked, wide-eyed. "The ones in the newspapers, the most powerful wizards?"

"Yes, we're the best," Moody's usually grim face softened with a rare smile, though it looked a little fierce. "Little one, we'll keep you safe."

"I want to be an Auror too," Tonks said seriously—then suddenly her nose doubled in size, making her giggle.

"Impressive," Snape crouched to meet the child's gaze, smiling. "Tonks, you're born to be an Auror!"