Transmigration: Into the Life of Severus Snape

Arriving at the Potions Shop

The moment Severus stepped into Brew & Bloom Apothecary, he felt at home.

The air was thick with the scent of dried herbs, bubbling potions, and crushed ingredients. Wooden shelves stretched to the ceiling, lined with glass vials of shimmering liquids and jars filled with rare magical components.

Behind the polished wooden counter stood a middle-aged witch with sharp green eyes, her curly brown hair pulled back into a bun.

Severus knew her immediately—Dorea Langston, the woman Madam Pomfrey had recommended him to.

She eyed him carefully, wiping her hands on her apron.

"So," she said, voice crisp. "You're Severus Snape?"

"Yes."

She studied him for a moment, then nodded. "Poppy spoke highly of you. Said you were one of the most promising potion students she's ever seen."

Severus inclined his head. "I take my craft seriously."

"Good," Dorea said, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Let's see if you're as skilled as she says."

She walked around the counter and motioned for him to follow.

The backroom was a fully stocked brewing lab—multiple cauldrons, ingredient racks organized by potency, and a stone workstation already set up.

"Brew me a Wound-Cleansing Draught. No instructions. No guides. You have fifteen minutes."

A test.

Severus merely rolled up his sleeves and set to work.

His hands moved automatically, years of brewing experience kicking in. He measured the ingredients precisely, heated the cauldron to the perfect temperature, and stirred in the crushed Dittany leaves at the exact moment the potion needed stabilization.

By the time fifteen minutes passed, the pale green draught shimmered perfectly in the cauldron.

Dorea examined the potion, took a small sample with a dropper, and let a single drop land on a burn mark on her forearm.

The wound closed instantly.

She let out a satisfied huff.

"Well," she said, setting the dropper down. "Looks like I won't regret hiring you after all."

Severus merely smirked.

A Letter to His Mother

After settling into his small rented room above the shop, Severus sat at the modest wooden desk and pulled out parchment and ink.

His mother had a right to know where he was staying.

He dipped his quill into the ink and began writing.

Mother,

I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to inform you that I will be spending my summer working at Brew & Bloom Apothecary in Diagon Alley. Madam Pomfrey arranged this opportunity for me, and the shop provides accommodation, so there is no need to worry about my whereabouts.

I would like to meet you, if possible. However, it is crucial that Father does not know where I am. If you can visit Diagon Alley, send me a return letter so we can arrange a time.

There are… things I need to discuss with you.

Severus

He folded the letter neatly, sealing it before handing it off to the shop's owl service.

With that done, he turned to his real priority—Gringotts.

A Visit to Gringotts

The Gringotts Bank was as imposing as ever—massive white marble pillars, goblins with sharp suits and sharper smiles, and a level of security unmatched by any wizarding institution.

Severus stepped up to the main desk where a goblin with piercing black eyes and long silver nails sat.

"I would like to request an inheritance test and a comprehensive medical examination," Severus said, his voice measured.

The goblin raised an eyebrow but motioned him forward.

"This way," the goblin said, leading him to a private office deep within the bank.

A sleek silver bowl with intricate runes carved along the rim sat in the middle of the room.

"Place your hand over the bowl, young wizard," the goblin instructed. "A drop of blood will suffice."

Severus pulled a silver dagger from the stand beside the bowl and made a quick nick on his palm. A single drop of crimson blood fell into the liquid inside.

The bowl glowed gold, and letters began forming above it.

[Magical Heritage & Bloodline Report]

Primary Heir: Severus Tobias Snape

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Paternal Lineage: The Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Shafiq (Sacred 28) → Snape (Squib Line)

Maternal Lineage: The Ancient and Noble House of Prince (Noble House, Non-Sacred 28)

Titles & Claims:

✔ Heir Presumptive to The Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Shafiq (Status: Extinct House)

✔ Secondary Heir to The Ancient and Noble House of Prince

The Truth About the Shafiq Family

Severus stared at the glowing words, his mind reeling.

The Shafiq family—one of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Houses, an old pureblood dynasty of the Sacred 28.

"What in Merlin's name—"

His father, Tobias Snape, had always been a muggle… or so Severus had thought.

But according to this test, his paternal grandfather had been a squib—the rightful heir to the Shafiq family who had been cast out when his lack of magic was discovered.

The title had then passed to the younger brother—who had died in Germany during the Grindelwald war.

The House of Shafiq had been considered inactive ever since.

But when Severus was born, the family became active again.

He was the only living descendant.

"If I had taken this test at eleven… I would have known years ago."

The goblin in charge gave him a knowing look.

"Per Ministry regulations, Gringotts cannot reach out to potential heirs of extinct houses unless they request it themselves," the goblin said smoothly.

Severus inwardly sneered.

"Another way to keep half-bloods and Muggleborns from claiming what is rightfully theirs."

This was about power. About ensuring that pureblood dynasties never fell into the hands of those they deemed unworthy.

And his father—a squib rejected from his own family—had likely known something about the magical world before meeting his mother.

That explained a lot.

The hate. The resentment.

Severus had something his father never did.

"I need to speak with my mother."

The House of Prince

Severus turned his eyes to the next part of the report.

The Ancient and Noble House of Prince was not one of the Sacred 28, but it was still considered a powerful noble lineage—one with strong magical roots.

And according to the records, his mother had been reinstated into the family after his grandfather's death.

"So my uncle reinstated her."

His uncle, Arcturus Prince, was the current Lord of the House of Prince. And as per the bloodline laws, Severus was the secondary heir—meaning he came after his cousin in succession.

"Why did Mother never reach out to him? Why did she live in poverty when she had a family willing to take her back?"

There were too many questions.

Severus needed answers.

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