HP: god of potions

Chapter 152

Back in their world, Rachel stood over Grey, who was sitting in a bath naked as he sighed with pleasure. "Gosh, this feels nice, bathing in these potions," he said as Rachel looked at him fondly before frowning. With concern, she asked, "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, we're talking about you purposefully seeking out Grey Snape, who is most likely to take over you?" Grey responded, "Look, it's the only way. I am planning on taking the fight to Merlin and his lunatics, so it's best if I have information on them,"

Rachel pressed, "Can you do that in some other way that doesn't involve you either dying countless times or being taken over by an alternative version of yourself?" Grey smiled. "This is the most optimal way. Plus, I have backup plans, remember?" he said as Rachel continued to sigh. She pondered for a moment before speaking again. "But I still don't like this plan," she voiced her opinion, but they both saw the point in fully knowing the rest of Grey Snape's life. This was why Grey had prepared the bath to help with memory diving. After going back and forth with Rachel for a minute, she eventually agreed to let him do it. With that, he dived deep into his memories.

-scene change gray snape's life-

In London's magical side, a figure could be seen wearing a black t-shirt and black trousers, with a black long coat and black shoes. This figure was tall and broad, with long, lush raven-colored hair with red streaks running among them. He had a sharp nose and beautiful dull gray eyes, appearing to be in his late twenties. Carrying a bag of groceries and gifts, he arrived in front of a wall, tapping it with his finger. The wall sucked him into a pocket dimension where a vast green plain stretched out, leading to a large house. The house had a massive garden where golems of different materials were going about their daily tasks. Some trimmed the gardens, others tended to livestock such as sheep, cows, and chickens, while others worked in the garden.

Grey Snape's face immediately lit up as he walked towards the home, where a Hermione in her late twenties was wearing a nice dress that matched Grey's suit. She wore glasses and had a huge smile on her face. Beside her stood a young boy, about six, with blackish-auburn hair like his mother and gray eyes like his father. "Daddy!" The boy, who looked identical to Grey, ran up to him. Grey kneeled and hugged the child. "Aww, there's my little Hunter," he said, picking him up and spinning him around as the child giggled loudly. "Boys, slow down," Hermione said as Grey stopped. "Daddy, Daddy, did you bring me the—" "Yes, I brought it, alright. Let's go inside before your mum gets mad," Grey interrupted, placing the boy down before running up to his wife and picking her up, spinning her around. "Grey!" Hermione yelled as Grey's laughter echoed through the pocket dimension, joined by little Hunter's giggles. The happy family spent five minutes outside their home, hugging and giggling like the happy family they were.

Inside the house, Grey Snape, Hermione Snape, and Hunter Snape sat at their dining table eating. Hermione spoke, "We went to the family gathering today." Grey looked up from his food. "Really? How were they?" he asked, disinterested. Hunter yelled excitedly, "Yes! Everyone was there! James, Albus, and Lily Luna were all there, and Grandma was there too!" Little Hunter explained excitedly as both Hermione and Grey looked at him with endless love in their eyes, adoring their little genius. "And everyone was looking at me!" Little Hunter grinned. Grey asked, "Do they bully you?" Hermione frowned, but Hunter laughed. "Bully me? Hehe! Daddy, I can do magic!" He pointed his finger, which glowed white, shocking both Hermione and Grey. They looked at each other before Grey stood up and picked up Hunter. "My boy is a genius! Who do you take after, you little prodigy?" he laughed loudly. "Come on, let him finish dinner before he goes to bed," Hermione said, making the two boys sigh as they sat back down to eat.

-scene change-

Grey and Hermione, dressed in their night clothes, leaned into each other as they watched Hunter sleep peacefully. "He's beautiful… I can't believe he's already six years old," Grey said in a hushed tone. Hermione smiled softly, her eyes filled with warmth. "They grow up so fast," she whispered as they both admired their lovely son. Grey wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Say… why don't we give him a little sister?" he teased, pressing a gentle kiss to her neck. Hermione chuckled. "Yeah, well, we've been trying for three years now," she reminded him with a playful grin. Grey retorted with a smirk, "Only because you swore you'd murder me during your labor," bringing up fond — and slightly terrifying — memories. Hermione laughed. "Yeah… I did say that," she admitted sheepishly. "You even refused to see me for an entire week," Grey added with mock indignation. Hermione smiled, rolling her eyes. "Okay, okay, I get it!" she said with a laugh as Grey picked her up effortlessly, carrying her off to their bed.

—Scene Change—

In the basement of Grey's home — a vast space that served as a library, laboratory, storage facility, and factory — every kind of scientific and magical equipment imaginable was present. Grey sat in his study, wearing a simple suit without the blazer and a pair of glasses perched on his nose. He read and wrote with intense focus, the soft scratch of his quill the only sound in the room. Hermione entered quietly, carrying a cup of coffee. "So, how did it go?" she asked, her voice warm and curious. Grey looked up with a satisfied smile. "Great. I realized that the Order of Merlin must be a clandestine organization… but they're older — much older — than I thought," he said thoughtfully. Hermione raised a brow. "Well, they do call themselves the Order of Merlin… they're bound to be ancient," she remarked, sitting down beside him and slipping on her own glasses as she began to look over his notes.

Though Hermione worked at the Ministry of Magic, she was just as talented in magic and research as Grey — though their expertise lay in different areas. She wasn't a housewife simply waiting for Grey's return; she had a thriving career and was incredibly successful in her own right. "Not to mention they have their fingers in everything… whether it's the Ministry of Magic itself, trade, assassins — every single profession there is, they have their dirty fingers on it," Grey said, his voice a mix of admiration and frustration. Together, they pored over the information they'd gathered on the Order of Merlin — which was already a lot — but they were determined to dig deeper.

"So… are you planning on sneaking around their places more to gather intel?" Hermione asked, glancing at him over the rim of her coffee cup. Grey grinned, that dangerous, determined gleam lighting up his gray eyes. "Of course," he said confidently, pulling out a map covered in marked locations scattered all over the world. "I need to know more — what they're made of, how many there are, and just how far their influence reaches." Hermione smiled at him, seeing the driven, relentless man she had fallen in love with. Once Grey's interest was piqued, there was no stopping him until his curiosity was fully satisfied — and if he set his sights on something, he would achieve it.

After spending hours in the study, piecing together information and forming plans, Grey eventually returned to the lab. The space hummed with the quiet sounds of magical devices and bubbling liquids. He rolled up his sleeves and began brewing potions, the air soon filling with the rich scents of rare ingredients and powerful magic.

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A/N awww just a happy family....its a shame what i am about to do.