HP: Bad Intentions

Blake stepped out of the lab.

Fox, circling overhead in the Room of Requirement, spotted him instantly.

Blake raised his arm.

Fox landed without hesitation.

"Long time no see, Fox."

He took the letter from Fox's beak and handed over a piece of Qingnu's favorite dried cod.

"Choo choo choo!"

Fox happily accepted the snack and flew to a side table, munching as it waited for Blake's reply.

Unfolding the letter, Blake recognized Dumbledore's distinctive circle-within-a-circle handwriting. The contents surprised him. Dumbledore hadn't asked why Blake wanted to do the experiment—just what help he needed. Clearly, he thought some things were better asked face to face.

Blake didn't bother with formalities. He pulled out parchment and began writing. Dumbledore could do things Snape couldn't—like finding a secure location free from interference.

Ten minutes later, Fox departed with Blake's response.

Blake reentered the lab and resumed preparations. He'd told Dumbledore the experiment was in its final stage, which wasn't entirely true—but now he needed to make it so.

He was going to clone a little Lily.

It wasn't as complex as Snape believed. Blake had deliberately exaggerated the difficulty to tease him.

In truth, cloning Lily—who only carried the bloodline of Lily Evans, a regular witch—was simpler than creating a Scimitar-Horned Snorlax. With the right steps and calculations, she'd be born the next day.

Compared to the lengthy process of cultivating Blake's horned creatures—beings meant for battle and rich in magic—little Lily was straightforward.

Then there was Blake's ultimate creation: a mysterious being containing the blood of every magical creature he'd acquired. That had taken nearly a year to reach the egg stage. He was patient with it, believing it would eventually justify all the effort.

Mid-preparation, Blake paused.

If he could create an adult Snorlax… why make Lily a baby?

Could he make an adult Lily?

No.

Blake immediately rejected the idea. An adult Lily would be dangerous—for Snape. If a forty-something-year-old Snape developed feelings for a magically grown woman whose real age was technically one…

Tsk.

"Oh, Severus, I'm doing this for your own good," Blake muttered sarcastically. "Adult Lily would be too much for you to handle. As your student, I can't let you make that mistake. My daughter, little Lily, is a much safer bet…"

Elsewhere, Dumbledore sat with Blake's letter, his expression grave.

Fox was already back in its nest, dozing.

Among Blake's many requests, one stood out: Grindelwald's presence. That puzzled Dumbledore. Why involve him?

Did Blake suspect something about his origins?

Blake's backstory seemed clear—yet was full of contradictions. He was supposedly a failed experiment. So how did he end up a success?

More importantly—who had discovered him? Who entered the lab at just the right time, found infant Blake emerging from the petri dish, and brought him to an orphanage?

By that point, Grindelwald had already been defeated for decades. That lab should've been forgotten. Even if the experiment had succeeded, Blake would have died of starvation unless someone rescued him almost immediately.

Coincidence?

Dumbledore pondered that possibility. Perhaps some random wizard stumbled upon the lab, found the child, and intervened.

It was hard to believe. But the simplest explanation was often the truest.

"Enough," Dumbledore said aloud. "We'll know what Blake's planning soon enough."

He decided to honor Blake's request.

Grindelwald… fine. There was no point fighting it anymore.

Dumbledore picked up another piece of parchment and began drafting a second letter. Fox would be flying to Austria again.

In the lab, the red liquid in the petri dish churned like boiling water.

The final stage had begun.

Blake checked his calculations again. Everything aligned. If nothing went wrong, Lily would be born within the hour.

But the most crucial part still remained: the soul.

He wouldn't do that here. He'd perform the final step in front of Grindelwald.

Blake didn't believe a soul could just materialize on its own. Someone had to have interfered with his birth. He had always suspected as much.

This was his chance to confirm it. If Grindelwald recognized something, then Blake's theory would be validated.

There was another reason too.

This was the first time he'd used biotechnology to create a human being. He couldn't help but fantasize: What if another soul, like his own, arrived from another world?

If that happened… if little Lily had a soul from Earth…

Then maybe he wouldn't feel so alone.

Would she have a system too?

His thoughts were interrupted by Fox's cheerful chirp.

Dumbledore must've arrived with the others.

At Nurmengard's arena—where Blake had once battled a vampire—the stadium was deserted.

In the center stood a small gathering. Tables and chairs had been arranged.

Grindelwald faced Dumbledore, wand in hand. A puff of gray smoke emerged from its tip, quickly expanding into a thick fog that covered the arena.

A startled bat flew into the mist—and dropped dead seconds later, reduced to a clean skeleton.

Dumbledore frowned. "Your spells are still so cruel. What if someone gets hurt?"

"Cruel? This is Nurmengard," Grindelwald said coldly. "No one unauthorized will come close. I've given strict orders—anyone who does will die."

"I've grown kinder," he added, "but that doesn't mean I'm toothless."

This arena was now Blake's experimental space. Grindelwald would ensure it stayed private—at any cost.

He took a seat. Vita poured him a cup of coffee.

"Sit down, old fool. Your phoenix still needs time to reach Blake."

Dumbledore scowled and pulled out a chair.

Vita moved to pour Dumbledore coffee as well.

"No need," Grindelwald sneered. "He only drinks sweets—like a child."

Vita's hand trembled slightly.

"Do you want to duel again?" Dumbledore asked, Elder Wand suddenly in hand.

Vita's gaze flicked to the wand—Grindelwald's former wand.

"I'm not fighting you," Grindelwald said quickly. "Not in front of the kid."

Back in the day, even with the Elder Wand, he hadn't defeated Dumbledore. Now the wand was in Dumbledore's hand, and Dumbledore was stronger than ever.

He had no intention of getting his head bashed in.

A swirl of golden sparks suddenly appeared in the sky.

The dimensional door opened.

Blake stepped through, a crystal coffin-like container floating behind him.

He looked up—night had fallen. He hadn't noticed the time in the lab.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Professor Grindelwald. Professor Rohir…"

"Oh Blake," Grindelwald said fondly, "just call me father."

Dumbledore's white beard twitched in outrage.

Blake side-eyed him and decided against it. No way he was calling Grindelwald "father" with Dumbledore around. He'd get hexed into next week.

"I'm ready," Blake said instead. "Only the final step remains."

Snape stood silently nearby, his gaze locked on the petri dish. In its murky liquid, the outline of a baby floated.

Grindelwald stared as well, frowning.

Blake noticed. "Professor Grindelwald… something wrong?"

"It looks familiar," Grindelwald murmured. "Strangely familiar…"

Dumbledore's brows furrowed as he studied the container.

"Blake… have you ever seen the lab where you were born?"

"No," Blake replied.

"Then how," Dumbledore asked, "is your container identical to the ones I saw there?"

He had visited the lab in the past few years and remembered it clearly.

Grindelwald's eyes widened.

"That's right. This looks exactly like the petri dishes from my lab decades ago!"

He peered at Blake. "You sure you haven't been there? If you salvaged one of those containers, it's okay. Just be honest."

But Blake shook his head calmly.

"No… I built this myself."

"To be precise, I invented it, piece by piece."

The blueprints had come from his system—unavailable in this world. As far as he was concerned, he had invented it.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, both brilliant men, exchanged glances.

If Blake had created a design that matched the lab's equipment from decades ago—down to the smallest detail—then there was only one possible explanation…

=============

Want to read more?

Join my Patreon

patreon.com/Max1mus

Also Please vote for this work with your Powerstones

And don't forget to leave a review