Transmigration: Into the Life of Severus Snape

Severus sat in the dimly lit Gringotts office, his fingers tapping lightly against the polished wooden desk. The weight of the Shafiq Heir's Ring felt foreign but right on his hand. Across from him, Ragnok observed him with sharp golden eyes, his expression unreadable.

"You requested to meet with the Shafiq family's accounts manager," Ragnok said smoothly.

Severus inclined his head. "Yes. I want to begin investing."

Ragnok smirked, clearly pleased with his initiative. "Very well, Heir Shafiq. How do you wish to proceed?"

Severus leaned forward. "Take ten percent of the total gold from my family vault and invest it in promising business ventures—potions industries, artifact manufacturing, wand-making, and any other sector with strong future returns."

Ragnok's eyes gleamed with interest. "A bold move. And your expectations?"

"I expect discretion and efficiency. My profits are to be reinvested automatically unless I say otherwise."

Ragnok folded his hands together. "And Gringotts' cut?"

Severus smirked. "Eight percent of my net profits."

Ragnok's brow arched. "Ten percent."

The two locked eyes in silence. Severus considered his options—eight percent was a fair offer, but Gringotts was known for prioritizing its high-value clients.

If he pushed too hard, the goblins might offer him less favorable terms in the future.

"Agreed," Severus said smoothly.

Ragnok inclined his head. "It will be done. Expect your first quarterly report within three months."

The Changes in His Appearance

Severus walked through the streets of Diagon Alley, feeling different. His reflection in shop windows was unfamiliar—his features were still recognizably himself, but refined.

The family magic of the Shafiqs had altered him subtly but significantly:

His once-plain black eyes now shimmered with deep indigo, the signature trait of the Shafiq bloodline.

His skin had lost its sickly sallow hue, becoming slightly paler but with a healthy glow.

His hair was thicker and more manageable—still black, but now with a slight sheen instead of its usual dull, greasy appearance.

His posture had shifted—stronger, more confident, as if the magic had reinforced his very core.

His magical presence felt denser, more powerful—magic now responded to him with more ease than ever before.

He wasn't just Severus Snape anymore.

He was Heir Severus Shafiq.

Despite his newfound independence, there were two people in Hogwarts he trusted.

Taking a seat in his rented room above Brew & Bloom Apothecary, Severus pulled out two separate parchments and began writing.

Professor Flitwick,

I hope this letter finds you well.

There are certain changes in my circumstances that I wish to inform you about. I recently discovered that I am the rightful heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Shafiq. The details surrounding my inheritance are still unfolding, but I wanted you to know before the news inevitably reaches the public.

For now, I ask that you keep this information confidential.

Severus

Madam Pomphrey,

I hope you are well.

I am writing to inform you that I have recently claimed my inheritance and have been recognized as the Heir of the Shafiq family. This will undoubtedly change my position within the wizarding world, and I am still adjusting to the implications.

For now, I ask for your discretion regarding this matter.

Severus

Severus sent the letters through the apothecary's private owl service and waited.

Pomphrey's POV

Madam Pomphrey was in her office when the owl dropped Severus' letter onto her desk.

She read through it twice.

Then a third time.

She sat back, hands folded.

"…Heir to the Shafiq family."

She had always known Severus was different—brilliant, resourceful, but always struggling against something unseen. Now, it all made sense.

But what struck her most was that he trusted her enough to tell her.

She would honor that trust.

With a nod to herself, she tucked the letter into a locked cabinet.

She would watch over him from afar.

Flitwick's POV

Filius Flitwick was pleasantly surprised when an owl landed in his office with a letter from Severus Snape.

By the time he finished reading, his usually jovial expression had turned serious.

"…The Heir of Shafiq."

Flitwick knew the power that came with such a title. The Shafiq family was one of the most respected (and wealthiest) of the Sacred 28.

The fact that Severus had uncovered this without external assistance was a testament to his intelligence and determination.

Flitwick smiled to himself.

Perhaps Hogwarts had been underestimating Severus Snape all along.

Meeting with His Mother

Two days later, Severus entered the Leaky Cauldron, spotting his mother at a corner table.

She looked older than he remembered, her once sharp features softened by fatigue and regret.

She looked up, and for a moment, froze at the sight of him.

"…Your eyes."

Severus sat across from her. "The Shafiq magic accepted me."

Eileen swallowed. "So, you know."

"I know that my father is a squib. That he was the true heir of Shafiq before he was cast out."

Eileen flinched. "I never told you because… I was ashamed."

Severus' jaw clenched. "Why didn't you reach out to your own family?"

Eileen looked away. "I thought they abandoned me. I never knew they reinstated me."

Severus inhaled sharply. "You let us live in squalor, thinking you had nowhere to turn."

Tears pricked at her eyes. "I made mistakes, Severus."

For the first time, Severus saw not just his mother, but a woman full of regrets.

He could hate her for it.

Or he could move forward.

After a long pause, he exhaled. "I need you to sign my emancipation forms."

Eileen blinked at him, stunned.

And then—slowly—she shook her head. "If I sign these… I lose you forever."

Severus sighed. "Mother, you lost me the moment you let us suffer for a man who hated both of us."

She clenched her fists. "I was scared—"

"You still are," Severus cut in, his voice softer now. "But you don't have to be anymore. You have family."

She looked up. "What do you mean?"

"Reach out to Arcturus Prince. You have a place there."

Eileen swallowed, considering.

Finally, she took a deep breath. "Alright."

She picked up the quill, hesitated for a moment longer, then signed the papers.

Severus exhaled.

It was done.

His future was his own.

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