Transmigration: Into the Life of Severus Snape

Severus Shafiq stepped off the enchanted carriage that had transported him from the bustling streets of Boston to the serene heights of Mount Greylock. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and the promise of new beginnings. Before him stood Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, its majestic silhouette partially veiled by a wreath of misty cloud—a testament to the powerful enchantments that concealed it from No-Maj eyes.

As he approached the grand entrance, the massive doors adorned with marble statues of the founders—Isolt Sayre and James Steward—swung open silently, revealing a spacious hall where a distinguished figure awaited him.

"Welcome to Ilvermorny, Mr. Shafiq," the man greeted with a warm smile. "I am Agilbert Fontaine, the Headmaster."

"Thank you, Headmaster," Severus replied, inclining his head respectfully.

"I trust your journey was pleasant?"

"Indeed, it was."

"Excellent. Let's proceed with your enrollment and a brief tour of our school."

The headmaster guided him to a study filled with enchanted parchment and hovering quills. Here, they completed the necessary enrollment formalities.

Academic Records Reviewed: His impressive O.W.L. results were acknowledged, and Fontaine assured him he would be placed in the highest-level courses for his subjects.

Curriculum Discussion: Ilvermorny's approach differed from Hogwarts in some areas, blending theoretical knowledge with practical applications.

General Guidelines: Fontaine explained that students were expected to be self-reliant, but mentors and faculty were available for guidance.

"We pride ourselves on fostering independent thought and magical mastery here at Ilvermorny," Fontaine said as he handed Severus his official timetable.

Severus studied the parchment. The schedule was rigorous, but he welcomed the challenge.

"Your professors are already aware of your unique situation, so do not hesitate to reach out to them if needed," Fontaine added.

Severus nodded in understanding. He did not intend to rely on anyone, but it was useful to know.

"Given your impressive background, we've tailored a program that will both challenge and engage you," Fontaine remarked, handing Severus a parchment detailing his course schedule.

"I appreciate the consideration," Severus responded, scanning the document.

As they walked through the corridors, Headmaster Fontaine shared snippets of Ilvermorny's rich history.

"Founded in the seventeenth century by Isolt Sayre, an Irish witch, and her No-Maj husband, James Steward, Ilvermorny has grown from a humble cottage to the grand institution you see today," Fontaine explained.

Severus listened intently, noting the parallels and contrasts with Hogwarts.

"Unlike Hogwarts, which sorted students into houses based on personality, Ilvermorny's four houses—Horned Serpent, Wampus, Thunderbird, and Pukwudgie—were focused on different magical strengths."

Horned Serpent – Representing the mind, favoring scholars.

Wampus – Representing the body, favoring warriors.

Thunderbird – Representing the soul, favoring adventurers.

Pukwudgie – Representing the heart, favoring healers.

"This is where you will be sorted," Fontaine said, stopping in a circular chamber with four intricately carved wooden statues.

"Fascinating," Severus mused, contemplating where he might find his place.

Severus stepped onto a Gordian Knot inlaid into the marble floor, the enchanted statues looming over him.

The room fell silent.

Suddenly, the Horned Serpent statue's forehead crystal glowed brilliantly, casting pale blue light over the chamber.

"The Horned Serpent has chosen you," Fontaine announced.

A house that favored scholars and seekers of knowledge.

Severus allowed himself a small, satisfied smirk. It was a fitting choice.

"Very well," Fontaine said. "Let's get you to your dormitory."

Unlike Hogwarts, where students lived in house-based dormitories, Ilvermorny's system was divided by year.

Each year level had a designated common area where students could gather for discussions, study groups, and social events.

Within each year level, students were assigned to dormitories in pairs—one dorm per two students.

Each dormitory included:

Two separate bedrooms, each with a small study area with a table and a bookshelf (allowing personal space) and a shared bathroom.

"This allows for a more collaborative academic environment while still providing personal privacy," Fontaine explained.

He led Severus to the 6th Year wing, where an elegantly designed archway bore the year inscription.

Fontaine stopped near the entrance.

"This will be your residence for the next year, Mr. Shafiq," he said.

Severus took in his surroundings. Unlike the ancient stone corridors of Hogwarts, Ilvermorny's dorms had sleek wooden interiors, enchanted to feel warm and inviting.

Soft lighting hovered overhead. Bookshelves lined the walls. The hallway was quiet but buzzed with enchantments woven into the very structure.

"You will find your name on the dormitory assignments list at the entrance," Fontaine continued. "If you have any concerns, you may speak with Professor Deveraux, the faculty in charge of 6th-year students."

Severus nodded. "Understood."

Fontaine gave him a measured look before extending a hand.

"I expect great things from you, Mr. Shafiq," he said with a smile.

Severus shook his hand firmly.

"I do not intend to disappoint, Headmaster."

Fontaine chuckled. "Good. Best of luck, and welcome to Ilvermorny."

With that, the headmaster departed, leaving Severus standing at the threshold of his new life.

Severus found his assigned dormitory—a modest yet comfortable space with dark oak furniture and a study desk by the window.

His assigned roommate had not arrived yet, which gave him a moment of peace.

He unpacked his belongings, organizing his books in meticulous order. He examined the timetable pinned near the entrance, noting his first classes. He glanced around, familiarizing himself with the new environment.

Ilvermorny was different from Hogwarts. But it was not unwelcoming.

And for the first time since his arrival in this new life, Severus felt something unexpected.

A genuine sense of anticipation. This was his chance to reinvent himself.

To thrive on his own terms. And he would not waste it.

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