HP: Bad Intentions

"That's all… I don't really want to know about your relationship."

"I don't care which of you is Blake's real father."

"I just want you to understand how much that child suffered growing up."

"I hope you can be kinder to him from now on."

"Please… don't abandon him again, okay?"

"He's a really good kid..."

Mrs. Marian spoke gently, gazing down at the sleeping baby Lily in her arms with deep tenderness.

Grindelwald's expression grew solemn. "Mrs. Marian, you are truly a good person. The best Muggle I've ever met."

He bowed his head slightly. "Don't worry. I regret the wrongs I've done. I will be good to this child."

Dumbledore added, "She's right. I am Blake's father. I won't allow anyone to let him down."

"Good," Marian replied simply.

She wasn't interested in the tangled web of wizarding relationships. What mattered was that they treated Blake well. As long as he was happy, that was enough.

Dumbledore turned to her. "Would you be willing to stay at Hogwarts for a while? Blake—and this child—need you."

Snape, standing nearby, lit up at the suggestion. If Mrs. Marian stayed, that meant little Lily could remain at Hogwarts.

He could see her every day!

"I'll ensure the Marian Orphanage is well looked after while you're away," Dumbledore added.

"Oh, there's no need to worry," Mrs. Marian smiled. "The orphanage is running smoothly now, thanks to your support. I finally have some free time."

For her, caring for a single baby was a vacation compared to the chaos of tending to dozens of children alone in the past.

"Great!" Blake beamed. "I have to show you my school—it's amazing!"

He grinned like any child eager to impress a parental figure. Only with Mrs. Marian could he drop his guard, shed his burdens, and just be a boy again.

"I'd love that," Marian replied warmly. "I've always been curious about where you study."

Dumbledore nodded. "You won't be disappointed."

Then he turned sharply to Grindelwald. "Now, old bastard, get rid of this nonsense."

He was referring to the swirling grey mist—Grindelwald's dark magic lingering in the air.

"I know, you don't have to rush me!" Grindelwald grumbled.

Then he turned to Marian, his voice softening. "Actually, I run a magic school too. Nurmengard Academy. I always hoped Blake would study there."

He gave a hopeful smile. "Perhaps you'd visit my school sometime?"

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, dangerously cold.

He dares try to poach Blake right in front of me?

Grindelwald met Dumbledore's glare with a defiant spark.

Try something, old fool. I'm not afraid of you.

Their mutual dislike crackled like static between them.

Blake, sensing the tension, quickly coughed and interjected. "Ahem, it's getting cold out here—not good for the baby. Why don't we head to Hogwarts now?"

There was no way he'd transfer to Nurmengard, and they all knew it.

Still, Grindelwald looked wistful. "If only I'd known about you earlier…"

"Professor Grindelwald," Blake said kindly, "it doesn't matter which school I attend. Wherever I go, I'm still me."

He conjured a dimensional portal with a wave of his hand.

Grindelwald's face brightened. Blake's words were more than comforting—they were acknowledgment. No matter where he studied, Blake would never forget who helped him.

Dumbledore frowned slightly but said nothing. Blake was emotional; he never forgot kindness, even from someone like Grindelwald. And, truth be told, the old villain had helped him, more than once.

Fine. Let it be.

As the portal shimmered, Blake asked Marian to place Lily gently back into the incubator.

With a flick of his wand, the incubator floated behind them.

Marian watched in awe. "If I'd had magic like that when you were little, things would've been much easier!"

Hogwarts, with its many rooms, easily accommodated the new guests. Dumbledore assigned Lady Marian and baby Lily a comfortable staff room beside Nagini's quarters, so they could support one another.

He even arranged for a house-elf with experience in childcare to assist Marian. Though initially startled by the elf, Marian was quickly reassured by its capable, gentle touch.

It was already late.

After settling Marian and Lily in for the night, Blake left quietly, planning to give her a proper tour of the school the next day.

From the corridor, Dumbledore watched Blake's retreating figure with a heavy heart.

He wanted to say something, warn him perhaps—but held his tongue.

There was no point in worrying about Blake's time-traveling abilities now. No one knew when or how he might vanish again.

Instead, Dumbledore turned and made his way toward the Headmaster's office, already thinking of next steps.

He would write to Nicolas Flamel. The ancient alchemist had lived for centuries—surely, he could offer Blake some guidance.

Meanwhile, Snape remained in the staff wing.

He had decided to permanently relocate from his usual underground quarters to a dorm room directly across from Marian's.

Tonight, he sat in her room, carefully studying how to prepare powdered milk for a newborn.

The process felt tedious, almost absurd, to the Potions Master.

But he didn't care.

It had been a long time since he felt this kind of peace—this happiness.

Because Nagini was staying at Hogwarts with Marian, Blake returned alone to his quarters on Wuming Island.

By the time he arrived, it was already four in the morning.

Exhausted, he collapsed into bed.

For the past two nights, he had barely slept, pushing himself through intense biological experiments. He didn't even bother checking on the Supreme Treasure Box before passing out.

As he slept, his magical levitating cloak stirred on its own.

It floated gently over and transformed into a soft blanket, tucking itself around him with silent care.

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