In The Dungeon Deep And Dark
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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20
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chap 15
In the Dungeon Deep and Dark – Chapter 15
It took Dumbledore a few days to reply to Snape’s letter. Owl came swooping proudly straight into the shop through the front door, through the curtain into the workshop and perched on the workbench furthest from where Snape was working, avoiding disturbing or contaminating his work.
“Alright, you’re a clever bird.” Snape grudgingly admitted, taking the message from him.
‘Dear Severus,
I am glad to see you have finally developed a conscience where Ms Callaghan is concerned. I agree that, so long as you continue to tutor her, there should be no reason why she cannot sit her exams with her classmates.
I foresee some disruption due to her return, so I hope you appreciate my making an exception for her. The reason I allow this disturbance is the same reason I allowed you to return; I believe everyone deserves a second chance.
I enclose a copy of the exam timetable. I expect her to arrive punctually and prepared for both written and practical examinations.
Sincerely yours,
Albus Dumbledore.’
Snape breathed a sigh of relief and called Georgia into the back room to tell her the good news.
“You wanted something?” she asked.
“I have a proposal for you; please sit.” He began, gesturing to the tall wooden stool tucked under the bench. “How do you feel about continuing your lessons with me and sitting your NEWTs in June?”
“I... I could do that?” she asked.
“Of course; the Headmaster has already approved the idea.” He told her.
“I’d love to. Thanks Severus!” she gushed, jumping off the chair into his arms. He embraced her with a smile.
“You are more than welcome Georgia. If you study hard, you should still be able to get into the Healer training program.” He said.
“What about you and the shop?” she asked.
“I can always get a new assistant.” He shrugged.
“What if I don’t get into St Mungo’s?” she asked.
“As long as you get at least an E in Potions and Herbology, you can apprentice with me and become a Potions Mistress. I could apply to the Society of Potioneers and have you accredited within two years.” He told her.
“Thank you Severus, for everything.” She said, kissing him quickly.
“Better than a ‘mere shop girl’, eh?” he said, referring to her mother’s disappointment. “You can tell her all this in your next letter. I believe she requested an invitation to see us in her last note. Perhaps we should get the out of the way sooner rather than later.” He suggested.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right. She’ll never be happy till she’s inspected my new digs and met my new fella.” She said in a voice that was lighter than she felt. She was extremely nervous about her parents meeting Severus.
She wrote them a brief note asking them to meet her on Sunday at noon outside Foyle’s bookshop on Charing Cross Rd if that was convenient.
George Weasley was shutting up the shop alone that night as he had lost a bet with Fred, enabling the crafty twin to clock off early. He was just about to lock up when what can only be described as a feathery tennis ball began fluttering around his head.
“Thanks Pig.” He sighed, retrieving the message and watching the highly excitable Scops owl flutter off feeling pleased with himself. Suddenly he realised what this was; the reply from Ron about Snape. He put the ‘closed’ sign on the door and locked it, sitting on the step stool in the stockroom to read the letter in private.
‘Dear George,
Sorry for not telling you the Snape story earlier, but I was in a state of shock and unable to process the events myself. As much as it pains me to tell you the whole sordid tale, I begin it with a shameful confession. Hermione finally managed what generations of Weasleys have failed; she got Snape fired!
His assistant is a Hufflepuff named Georgia Callaghan, a girl in my and Harry’s year. The reason they are both in Diagon Alley and not at Hogwarts is; (and I feel sick writing this, just so you know. The lengths I go to for my brothers!) They were having an affair!
Hermione caught them in what she calls a “compromising position” which I think means they were at it! No wonder the poor girl’s been acting strange. It must have addled her already overworked brain! Sorry to be the bearer of bad news mate, but the girl you have your eye on is Snape’s girlfriend. I heard Dumbledore went mental at them. I’ve never seen him lose it and I don’t think I want to. Hagrid was gutted too; she was one of his favourite students and I heard that Justin Finch-Fletchley was heartbroken.
As for me and Hermione; I already mentioned that she has been acting strange. I think the pressure of NEWTs is getting to her. Thankfully she’s been spending a lot of time talking to Professor Lupin; hopefully he can talk some sense into her. So you can call off whatever you were planning. I don’t think she and I are going anywhere fast and besides, we are only 18, plenty of time ahead of us.
Erm, warm regards (gay love indeed!)
Ron.’
George was flabbergasted. Snape fired? Georgia, that sweet Hufflepuff, was his girlfriend? Something was very wrong with the world. He Apparated to the flat he shared with Fred and stood, dumbfounded, still reading the note.
“What’s that you have there?” Fred asked.
“Bad news.” George replied. Fred looked at his brother with concern.
“Come on then, out with it!” Fred insisted. George couldn’t find the words and so merely handed the parchment to his brother.
While Fred read, his face showed glee, then confusion, then disgust, then thoughtfulness, back to glee again.
“Let me get this right brother; Snape got fired?” Fred asked in disbelief.
“Yes.”
“For shagging a student?”
“Yes.”
“And now they are working together?”
“Yes, probably living together too.” George added morosely.
“Sick!” Fred cried.
“I know, he’s way too old for her.” George agreed.
“No, not sick bad; sick good!” Fred said with a grin. George just looked at him in confusion.
“This is the dirtiest juiciest gossip on the Alley. And no-one else knows! Just think of the fun we can have taking the piss out of old Snapey for being a lecherous old git!” Fred said, rubbing his hands together with malicious glee.
George wasn’t quite up to sharing his brothers enthusiasm at the time though. He was still being tormented with mental images of Georgia in her room, in a floaty white almost transparent nightgown and Snape descending on her menacingly, enveloping her in his billowing black robes.
It took Dumbledore a few days to reply to Snape’s letter. Owl came swooping proudly straight into the shop through the front door, through the curtain into the workshop and perched on the workbench furthest from where Snape was working, avoiding disturbing or contaminating his work.
“Alright, you’re a clever bird.” Snape grudgingly admitted, taking the message from him.
‘Dear Severus,
I am glad to see you have finally developed a conscience where Ms Callaghan is concerned. I agree that, so long as you continue to tutor her, there should be no reason why she cannot sit her exams with her classmates.
I foresee some disruption due to her return, so I hope you appreciate my making an exception for her. The reason I allow this disturbance is the same reason I allowed you to return; I believe everyone deserves a second chance.
I enclose a copy of the exam timetable. I expect her to arrive punctually and prepared for both written and practical examinations.
Sincerely yours,
Albus Dumbledore.’
Snape breathed a sigh of relief and called Georgia into the back room to tell her the good news.
“You wanted something?” she asked.
“I have a proposal for you; please sit.” He began, gesturing to the tall wooden stool tucked under the bench. “How do you feel about continuing your lessons with me and sitting your NEWTs in June?”
“I... I could do that?” she asked.
“Of course; the Headmaster has already approved the idea.” He told her.
“I’d love to. Thanks Severus!” she gushed, jumping off the chair into his arms. He embraced her with a smile.
“You are more than welcome Georgia. If you study hard, you should still be able to get into the Healer training program.” He said.
“What about you and the shop?” she asked.
“I can always get a new assistant.” He shrugged.
“What if I don’t get into St Mungo’s?” she asked.
“As long as you get at least an E in Potions and Herbology, you can apprentice with me and become a Potions Mistress. I could apply to the Society of Potioneers and have you accredited within two years.” He told her.
“Thank you Severus, for everything.” She said, kissing him quickly.
“Better than a ‘mere shop girl’, eh?” he said, referring to her mother’s disappointment. “You can tell her all this in your next letter. I believe she requested an invitation to see us in her last note. Perhaps we should get the out of the way sooner rather than later.” He suggested.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right. She’ll never be happy till she’s inspected my new digs and met my new fella.” She said in a voice that was lighter than she felt. She was extremely nervous about her parents meeting Severus.
She wrote them a brief note asking them to meet her on Sunday at noon outside Foyle’s bookshop on Charing Cross Rd if that was convenient.
George Weasley was shutting up the shop alone that night as he had lost a bet with Fred, enabling the crafty twin to clock off early. He was just about to lock up when what can only be described as a feathery tennis ball began fluttering around his head.
“Thanks Pig.” He sighed, retrieving the message and watching the highly excitable Scops owl flutter off feeling pleased with himself. Suddenly he realised what this was; the reply from Ron about Snape. He put the ‘closed’ sign on the door and locked it, sitting on the step stool in the stockroom to read the letter in private.
‘Dear George,
Sorry for not telling you the Snape story earlier, but I was in a state of shock and unable to process the events myself. As much as it pains me to tell you the whole sordid tale, I begin it with a shameful confession. Hermione finally managed what generations of Weasleys have failed; she got Snape fired!
His assistant is a Hufflepuff named Georgia Callaghan, a girl in my and Harry’s year. The reason they are both in Diagon Alley and not at Hogwarts is; (and I feel sick writing this, just so you know. The lengths I go to for my brothers!) They were having an affair!
Hermione caught them in what she calls a “compromising position” which I think means they were at it! No wonder the poor girl’s been acting strange. It must have addled her already overworked brain! Sorry to be the bearer of bad news mate, but the girl you have your eye on is Snape’s girlfriend. I heard Dumbledore went mental at them. I’ve never seen him lose it and I don’t think I want to. Hagrid was gutted too; she was one of his favourite students and I heard that Justin Finch-Fletchley was heartbroken.
As for me and Hermione; I already mentioned that she has been acting strange. I think the pressure of NEWTs is getting to her. Thankfully she’s been spending a lot of time talking to Professor Lupin; hopefully he can talk some sense into her. So you can call off whatever you were planning. I don’t think she and I are going anywhere fast and besides, we are only 18, plenty of time ahead of us.
Erm, warm regards (gay love indeed!)
Ron.’
George was flabbergasted. Snape fired? Georgia, that sweet Hufflepuff, was his girlfriend? Something was very wrong with the world. He Apparated to the flat he shared with Fred and stood, dumbfounded, still reading the note.
“What’s that you have there?” Fred asked.
“Bad news.” George replied. Fred looked at his brother with concern.
“Come on then, out with it!” Fred insisted. George couldn’t find the words and so merely handed the parchment to his brother.
While Fred read, his face showed glee, then confusion, then disgust, then thoughtfulness, back to glee again.
“Let me get this right brother; Snape got fired?” Fred asked in disbelief.
“Yes.”
“For shagging a student?”
“Yes.”
“And now they are working together?”
“Yes, probably living together too.” George added morosely.
“Sick!” Fred cried.
“I know, he’s way too old for her.” George agreed.
“No, not sick bad; sick good!” Fred said with a grin. George just looked at him in confusion.
“This is the dirtiest juiciest gossip on the Alley. And no-one else knows! Just think of the fun we can have taking the piss out of old Snapey for being a lecherous old git!” Fred said, rubbing his hands together with malicious glee.
George wasn’t quite up to sharing his brothers enthusiasm at the time though. He was still being tormented with mental images of Georgia in her room, in a floaty white almost transparent nightgown and Snape descending on her menacingly, enveloping her in his billowing black robes.