Transmigration: Into the Life of Severus Snape

Severus sat in the private office of Gringotts, his fingers pressed against the cool surface of the inheritance report that had shattered everything he thought he knew about himself.

Heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Shafiq.

His bloodline, which he had thought tainted and insignificant in the eyes of wizarding society, was far from it. His grandfather had been the rightful heir, exiled due to his squib status, leaving the family dormant—until Severus was born.

The goblin across from him, Ragnok, regarded him with keen golden eyes, an amused glint in his sharp features.

"As per the traditions of your House," Ragnok intoned, "you must claim the Heir's Ring. However, be warned—the family magic must accept you. If it does not, the ring will reject you, and you will have no right to the Shafiq name."

Severus narrowed his eyes but nodded. "Understood."

Ragnok reached into a small, ancient chest that had been sealed with powerful goblin magic. The air hummed as the lid was lifted, revealing a ring—elegantly crafted, set with a dark blue gemstone so deep it looked like the midnight sky.

The Shafiq Heir's Ring.

It floated from the chest, shimmering with ancient power.

Severus reached for it.

"The moment you wear this ring," Ragnok warned, "your entire being will be tested. The Shafiq family magic is potent, and it has been dormant for decades. It will not be gentle."

Severus did not hesitate.

He slid the ring onto his finger.

The moment the band touched his skin, a sudden glow erupted from the gemstone, casting the room in a soft, eerie blue light. The metal shrank, adjusting itself to fit his finger perfectly.

Severus had only a second to register the sensation before—

Pain.

Agony exploded through his entire body.

A fire, unlike anything he had ever felt, burned through his veins as raw ancestral magic surged into him.

He barely had time to scream before his vision darkened, and he collapsed onto the cold floor.

A Trial of Fire

The pain was all-consuming.

Every nerve, every bone, every drop of blood in his body felt like it was being torn apart and reforged.

It wasn't like the Cruciatus Curse—this was worse.

This was power, legacy, and an entire magical lineage awakening inside him after generations of dormancy.

His mind blurred, drowning in memories that weren't his own.

Visions of the Shafiq ancestors, wizards and witches of immense power and wealth, flickered before his eyes. Traders, scholars, duelists, potion masters—each one leaving their mark across history.

He saw their hands crafting enchanted artifacts, their voices sealing deals across the world, their eyes—all the same Indigo-Black color, the mark of the Shafiq bloodline.

And then—

A final searing pulse surged through him.

With a choked gasp, Severus snapped back to reality.

The pain was gone.

He lay on the cold stone floor, drenched in sweat, his body shaking violently.

Breathing heavily, he slowly pushed himself onto his hands and knees.

Something felt different.

He looked at his reflection in the polished goblin silver.

His eyes.

They were no longer the dark black of Eileen Prince.

Now, they shimmered Indigo-Black—the unmistakable eye color of the Shafiq bloodline.

Ragnok watched with mild approval. "The magic has accepted you. You are now the rightful Heir of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Shafiq."

Severus clenched his newly strengthened fingers, feeling the power coursing through his veins.

This was his bloodline. His legacy.

And he would use it well.

Healing the Scars of the Past

Still aching, Severus forced himself to stand and turned back to Ragnok.

"I want my medical examination done now," he rasped, his voice still rough from the ordeal.

Ragnok inclined his head and signaled for a Gringotts healer to enter.

A goblin healer, dressed in fine silver robes, stepped inside and gestured toward the enchanted chair in the corner. "Sit."

Severus obeyed.

A cool blue light washed over him as the healer conducted the examination. After several minutes, the goblin huffed.

"Malnourished. Lingering internal damage from past injuries. Stunted magical reserves due to improper care during childhood."

Severus had expected that.

The goblin reached into a locked cabinet and retrieved several vials.

"For a premium price, we can fix all of these issues immediately," the healer stated bluntly. "Are you willing to pay?"

Severus nodded. "Do it."

One by one, he drank the potions.

His body shuddered as the magic worked instantly—muscles strengthened, bones reinforced, his entire magical core expanded.

The damage done by years of neglect, starvation, and injuries was finally erased.

For the first time in his life, he felt whole.

The Path to Emancipation

Severus took a deep breath and refocused. "I want to request the emancipation process for minors."

Ragnok handed him a set of forms.

"To gain full control of your inheritance before the age of seventeen," the goblin explained, "a minor must submit a request for magical emancipation. This requires the signature of their magical guardian—which, in your case, would be your mother."

Severus stared at the parchment.

If his mother signed these forms, he would gain full independence, free from Tobias Snape's authority, Hogwarts' restrictions, and Ministry oversight.

He would be his own master.

"I need to convince her."

He folded the forms and stored them in his robes.

A Vault of His Own

Severus looked at the goblin once more.

"I want to open a personal vault in my name."

Ragnok inclined his head. "For what purpose?"

"To secure and manage my private finances."

Ragnok studied him for a moment before nodding. "Very well."

A ledger appeared, and Severus quickly filled out the necessary forms, ensuring his new vault was entirely under his control, separate from any house-related finances.

Once completed, he withdrew a sizable deposit from his pouch—gold, jewelry, and a collection of rare magical items he had gathered.

Ragnok didn't question the source of his wealth.

Goblins never cared where the money came from—only that it was placed in their vaults.

With that, Severus ensured that his financial independence was secured.

His future was now his to shape.

And his rise had only just begun.

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