HP: Bad Intentions

"Wow, wow…"

Snape, dozing off at the table, jerked awake. He turned quickly toward the small bed where little Lily lay.

Mrs. Marianne had just changed Lily's soaked diaper. "Milk," she said calmly.

"Oh…" Snape scrambled to retrieve a bottle of warm milk from the magic incubator. If any Death Eater had seen him rushing to obey a Muggle, they'd be stunned.

Marianne smiled as she took the bottle.

"Is it difficult?" she asked, settling Lily back in.

"It's fine," Snape replied. He was used to sleepless nights studying potions, but keeping vigil over a baby was different—more draining, in its own way. Fortunately, a refreshing potion kept fatigue at bay.

He glanced at Lady Marianne, calm and steady despite her age and lack of magical aid. He could tell she was tired, but she showed no impatience. She tended to Lily like the child was her own.

Snape's prejudice against her as a Muggle had been steadily eroding.

He pulled a vial from his robes and handed it to her. "This will help keep you alert."

"Thank you," she said kindly, placing it on the table. "But don't worry about me. Older folks don't need as much sleep."

Then she began patiently teaching Snape how to feed Lily properly, how to gently pat her back after feeding so she wouldn't choke if she spit up in her sleep...

Snape listened intently—more seriously than he had ever studied dark magic or potions. His focused demeanor pleased Marianne; she appreciated responsible parents most.

"Professor Snape," she said softly after Lily fell asleep, "you're such a gentle person."

Snape froze. He had been called many things in life—lackey, genius, traitor—but never "gentle."

Morning sunlight streamed through the window, warming his pale face. He turned to look outside. Dawn had arrived.

A knock interrupted the quiet.

Snape blinked, stood, and opened the door.

"You?" he scowled. "What are you doing here? Lily's just fallen asleep—don't wake her!"

Blake stood outside, holding a breakfast tray. He raised an eyebrow. "Calm down. If she wakes up, I'll help her sleep again. I brought breakfast for Mrs. Marianne—don't want her going hungry."

Snape's glare intensified. "There's no breakfast for you. Go away."

Blake wasn't Harry Potter. He wouldn't just take insults.

Snape hesitated, sighed, and stepped aside. Not because he was a coward—he just didn't want Marianne to miss a meal.

With Snape's refreshing potion, Lady Marianne was in good spirits. After breakfast, Blake took her on a campus tour while Snape stayed to care for Lily.

It was a magical day for her—quite literally. By evening, Blake escorted her back.

"If you need help, just ask Severus. Don't overwork yourself," Blake said sincerely.

"Severus? You mean Professor Snape?" Marianne chided. "You should show some respect. He's your professor."

She smiled. "Professor Snape is very gentle."

Blake nearly choked. "He's gentle? Ahem... sure, let's call him that. But we're familiar enough—I call him Severus, he calls me Blake. You know, he never calls Harry Potter by his first name, only 'Potter.'"

Marianne laughed softly, entertained by the dynamic.

"Anyway," Blake added, "if you need something, just tell Severus. He won't say no to you."

Marianne smiled, touched. "Don't worry. That potion you gave me—what was it, the Life-Extension Potion?—made me feel decades younger! I won't tire easily."

She felt reassured knowing her children had grown up to care for others.

After seeing her to her room, Blake turned to Snape. "Severus, if you want to learn quickly, you need practice. So… do things before she asks you, yeah?"

Snape scowled. "I know. Just—go."

It took effort to replace "go away" with something less rude. He had to protect little Lily, especially from that insufferable Blake.

As soon as Blake left, he entered the Room of Requirement, remembering the unopened treasure chests in his system space.

Inside the magically-concealed lab, he stepped into the mirror space—double concealment. Not even Fawkes could track him here.

Sitting cross-legged, he drank a small bottle of Felix Felicis and eyed the three remaining treasure chests: two diamond and one supreme, the latter courtesy of Snape.

His power was already immense—he didn't really need more. But the anticipation was fun, like opening surprise gifts. Maybe something could even extend his lifespan… he didn't want to outlive everyone he cared about.

"System! Open a diamond treasure chest!"

[Ding! Opening diamond chest…]

[Ding! You have obtained a diamond-level Otherworld Dungeon.]

Blake sighed. Another one. He'd cleared one before without breaking a sweat. Still, he tucked it into the system repository—new flora and fauna might be worth exploring.

He turned to the second diamond chest. "System, open it!"

[Ding! Opening diamond chest…]

[Ding! You have obtained the Black Pearl.]

"What?"

A glass bottle appeared in his hand, half-filled with water. A miniature pirate ship floated on the surface.

"Wait… is this Captain Jack Sparrow's ship?!"

Sure enough, the description matched the famous Black Pearl from Pirates of the Caribbean. It could sail any sea—real or magical—and be resized or summoned at will.

Cool… but kind of useless to him. He didn't need boats when he had dimensional travel.

"Still… can I turn it into a yacht?"

The thought thrilled him. A luxury, flying yacht version of the Black Pearl? Why not? He pictured Professor Babbling in a swimsuit on deck and grinned.

It could even be summoned on land for camping trips. Maybe he could make it fly, too…

He stored the bottle, suppressing the urge to start remodeling right away.

Then he eyed the final treasure chest—the Supreme one.

"System, open the Supreme Treasure Chest!"

[Ding! Opening Supreme chest…]

[Ding! You have obtained the Dragonstone.]

Blake's hand sank under the weight of a palm-sized, pentagonal stone slab.

"Dragonstone?"

Reading the description, his brows furrowed.

It could summon Alduin, Devourer of Worlds—yes, that Alduin, from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. But he wasn't tamed. Blake would have to defeat him. If Blake lost, Alduin would consume the world before returning to his own.

"Seriously? A world-devouring boss in a treasure chest?!"

Blake sighed. He was strong, but Alduin was on another level. And unlike the vampire he fought before, this wasn't some minor threat.

"I can't risk summoning him here…"

His gaze drifted to the Otherworld dungeon.

"Wait. What if I summon Alduin there? If I lose, he'll devour that world—not this one—and return to his own. Perfect!"

Excitement bubbled up again. He could even make Alduin fight the Otherworld boss. Free entertainment! Maybe loot two chests at once.

Blake grinned. He'd just need to find the right time—without dragging along any "oil bottles" this round. Some spectacles were meant for solo viewing.

After packing up, he returned to his room on Wuming Island.

Just as he arrived, an owl darted in, dropped a letter, and bolted.

The envelope sizzled.

"A howler?" Blake muttered.

He cast a dampening spell before opening it. The shrieking voice inside was reduced to a whisper.

"Blake! Did you trick Cassandra into coming to your place again?! She won't admit it, but I know she's with you! She just got back—how could you—"

Blake blinked, confused. Mr. Worley must have assumed Cassandra used the Dimension Gate to visit him.

Sighing, he opened a new portal, reached through it—and pulled a little girl in a green skirt through.

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