Transmigration: Into the Life of Severus Snape

Severus had spent the past few days in Prince Manor, waiting.

For all his careful planning, this was the one thing he could not control—whether Mrs. Evans would agree to meet him.

Then, one evening, a soft pop echoed in his chambers as the Prince family elf reappeared, holding a neatly folded letter.

Severus took it with steady hands, unfolding the parchment.

Dear Severus,

I was surprised to receive your letter, but I am glad that you wrote to me.

Of course, I will meet you. You have always been welcome in our home, and that has not changed.

I will be in London next Thursday. If you are comfortable, we can meet at The Green Ivy Tea House in Muggle London at 2 PM. It is a quiet place where we will not be disturbed.

I trust your request for privacy, and I will respect it.

See you soon,

Rose Evans

Severus exhaled slowly, relief washing over him.

It was happening.

One last conversation before he left Britain.

Preparing for the Meeting

When Thursday arrived, Severus dressed in simple, well-fitted black trousers with black shirt—nothing too extravagant, but elegant enough to reflect his new status.

He wasn't the scrawny, poor boy Mrs. Evans had once known.

He was now Lord Severus Shafiq.

And yet… as he stood before the mirror, adjusting his collar, he realized that, for this meeting, he wasn't trying to be a Lord.

He was just Severus.

For once, that was enough.

Meeting Mrs. Evans

The Green Ivy Tea House was a small, cozy café in London, tucked away from the busy streets.

As Severus stepped inside, the scent of freshly brewed tea and baked pastries filled the air.

And then, he saw her.

Rose Evans, sitting at a corner table, her hands gently folded on the tablecloth.

She looked just as he remembered—warm, kind, and always carrying that quiet motherly concern in her eyes.

When she saw him, she stood up immediately.

"Severus."

Her voice was soft, but filled with emotion.

He hesitated for only a second before stepping forward.

She reached out, and for the first time in years, Severus allowed himself to be embraced.

For a brief moment, he let himself relax, feeling the familiar warmth of someone who had once been like a mother to him.

Then, they sat down.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Mrs. Evans studied him carefully, her kind eyes taking in the man who had replaced the scrawny boy she once knew.

"You've changed," she said softly.

Severus smirked slightly. "People tend to do that."

A small chuckle left her lips, but then she tilted her head. "You wanted to talk before you leave for America. What is it, Severus?"

He took a deep breath.

There were many things he could have said. But only one thing truly mattered.

"I need you to understand what happened," he said. "Why things turned out the way they did."

She gave him an encouraging nod. "Then tell me."

And so, for the first time, Severus spoke the truth.

The Realities of Wizarding Britain

"The wizarding world is nothing like the Muggle world," Severus began, leaning forward. "There, things like laws and social structures give the illusion of fairness. In Wizarding Britain, everything is dictated by one thing—blood."

Rose frowned. "I know there's prejudice, but—"

"It's worse than you think," Severus cut in.

And so, he explained.

Purebloods control everything. The ministry, the economy, and the laws—everything is structured to benefit them.

Half-bloods like me? We're in limbo. Not accepted fully by Pureblood society, but still looked down upon by many Muggle-borns for being 'too Slytherin.'

Muggle-borns? They have talent, but no power. They enter the wizarding world with no family connections, no land, and no influence. By the time they figure out how things work, they're already playing from behind.

Mrs. Evans looked disturbed. "That's… awful."

Severus gave a humorless chuckle. "It is. But it gets worse."

"You think of Hogwarts as a school," Severus continued, his voice sharper now. "But it's really just a training ground for future political battles."

Mrs. Evans blinked. "What do you mean?"

Severus's fingers curled around his teacup.

"The House system was supposed to encourage growth and diversity," he said bitterly. "Instead, it creates divisions that never heal."

"Gryffindors think they're the heroes, the righteous ones. Ravenclaws believe they are the enlightened ones, above politics. Hufflepuffs are ignored, as if their loyalty is a weakness instead of a strength. And Slytherins? We are labeled as villains before we even step foot in the castle. "

Mrs. Evans's expression darkened.

Severus exhaled slowly. "Once you're sorted into Slytherin, you aren't given a choice. You survive by making allies, by adapting. And if you don't? You're eaten alive."

"You don't understand, Mrs. Evans," Severus continued. "Lily didn't understand either."

Mrs. Evans tensed at her daughter's name.

Severus didn't stop.

"She sees the world in black and white. Good and bad. Right and wrong. But the world isn't that simple."

"She thinks I should shun the Slytherins and stay away from the politics. But she doesn't understand…"

"If I didn't make alliances, I wouldn't have survived. If I had openly opposed them, I would have been targeted even more. I had to find a way to exist within the system, not fight it blindly like a fool."

"To Lily, it was as simple as choosing 'good' over 'evil.'"

Severus clenched his jaw.

"But she never once tried to understand what it was like to be in my position."

"She also never saw the hypocrisy of the people she surrounded herself with," Severus muttered.

Mrs. Evans narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"

He let out a bitter laugh.

"You know James Potter and Sirius Black?"

"Of course," she said. "Lily speaks of them often."

Severus scoffed. "I bet she does."

Then, his voice lowered, sharper now.

"They are bullies, Mrs. Evans. Cruel, privileged Gryffindors who could do whatever they wanted because Dumbledore favored them."

Mrs. Evans's face paled.

Severus leaned forward, voice tight with old anger.

"Do you know how many times I was hexed in the halls? Strung up in the air for everyone to laugh at? How many times I had to fight back and got punished while they walked away with nothing?"

Mrs. Evans looked horrified. "Severus, I—"

"No one did anything," he interrupted. "Not the teachers. Not McGonagall. Not even Slughorn. Because James Potter was a golden boy. Because Sirius Black was from an influential family. Because Dumbledore didn't care as long as they didn't kill me."

Mrs. Evans covered her mouth with her hand.

"I had no protection," Severus whispered. "No allies outside of Slytherin."

"And then there was Lily," Severus said, quieter now.

Mrs. Evans braced herself.

"I thought she was my friend," Severus murmured. "I thought she would always stand by me."

Mrs. Evans nodded. "She loved you, Severus. In her own way."

Severus exhaled. "Maybe. But she never understood me."

"She never understood why I had to befriend purebloods to survive. She never understood why I couldn't afford to be naive like her. She never understood the price I had to pay just to exist."

"And when I made a mistake—when I said something I regretted—she didn't try to understand," he whispered.

"She just walked away."

The silence was deafening after Severus finished speaking.

Mrs. Evans sat there, hands folded, processing everything he had told her.

Then, finally, she sighed.

"I failed you, didn't I?" she murmured.

Severus blinked. "What?"

She shook her head, looking at him with sadness, but also admiration.

"I always thought… as long as you and Lily had each other, you would be fine. But I never asked about your life at Hogwarts. I never noticed how bad things were for you."

Severus swallowed thickly. "You weren't supposed to know."

Mrs. Evans gave a sad smile.

"You've carried so much alone, haven't you?"

Severus looked away.

She reached across the table, gently taking his hand in hers.

"You deserved better," she whispered. "I'm sorry we never gave it to you."

Severus didn't respond.

He couldn't.

Because if he did, he wasn't sure his voice would remain steady.

Before they parted, Mrs. Evans reached into her purse and pulled out a small, wrapped box.

Severus frowned. "What is this?"

She smiled softly. "Just something to remember that not everyone in Britain failed you."

Severus hesitated, then accepted it.

"Write to me?" she asked as they stepped outside.

Severus paused.

Then, slowly, he nodded.

"I will."

Her smile widened. "Then this isn't goodbye."

And for the first time in years, Severus felt lighter.

Maybe…

Maybe there was still a place for him in someone's heart.

Even if it wasn't Lily's.

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