In The Dungeon Deep And Dark

In the Dungeon – 16

That Sunday at 12:15 Georgia was stood outside Foyle’s bouncing her foot in agitation. Her mother was rarely late to anything, super organised as she was. She was beginning to worry. She began anxiously fiddling with the lacing on her corset dress that she was wearing especially for the occasion. She wanted to show her parents how much she had grown up, and that she was now an adult witch. With that in mind, she had chosen a lovely, and inexpensive gown from Madam Malkin’s that was typical of Wizarding style.

Suddenly she saw them; her father being harangued by her mother, as usual.

“Ah, there you are Georgia! God, you would not believe the trouble we had on the Tube.” Her mother said, drawing her into an embrace.

“Hi Mum, Hi Dad.” She said meekly.

“We’ve missed you so much sweetie. I’ve been so worried since we got those letters from your Headmaster.” Mrs Callaghan said.

"Come on Mum, we can talk over a cup of tea at home.” Georgia suggested, leading her parents into the Leaky Cauldron.

“You remember the way from my first year at Hogwarts right?” she asked.

“Of course we do dear.” Mrs Callaghan replied.

As talkative as her mother was, her father was the complete opposite. Georgia was worried by this. She wasn’t sure if this was because he was seething silently waiting to go mental at her and Severus in private or if it was just because her mum had taken control of the conversation and he couldn’t get a word in.

She waved at Tom the barman as they passed through the pub, but he just gave her a knowing smirk while he cleaned out glasses.

Her parents were as fascinated as they had always been when she whipped out her wand and tapped on the wall to enter the Alley. They still hadn’t gotten used to having a witch for a daughter and were delighted with every new discovery about her world.

“Do you want to go straight up to the flat or would you rather check out the shop first?” she asked.

“Where’s this teacher boyfriend of yours today?” Her father asked.

“Um, Severus is in the workshop, finishing up a few things.” She said.

“On a Sunday?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes, certain Potions, like complicated healing draughts, are very complex and can take a long time to brew. You have to do the correct step at just the right time or else the whole thing is ruined.” She explained.

“Then perhaps we should go to the shop first.” Her dad suggested. Georgia swallowed nervously. For some reason, she had the awful feeling that this was going to turn into a confrontation.

She unlocked the door to the shop and led her parents in. They vaguely remembered the Apothecary from her first years at Hogwarts. After her third year, Georgia had started shopping for supplies without her parents, meeting up with her friends Susan and Hannah.

She showed them around; explaining her job and the various ingredients and what they were used for.

Finally, when she had exhausted that distraction and could put it off no longer, she put her head around the curtain to interrupt Snape.

“How’s that coming along?” she asked. He looked up briefly before continuing.

“It can now be left for three days.” He replied, turning off the flame and placing a stasis charm over the cauldron.

“Good, because Mum and Dad are out there.” She said, gesturing to the front of the shop.

Severus sensed her nervousness and wrapped his arms around her briefly, reassuring her with a soft kiss that spoke of safety and love more than passion. Still, he brushed down his frock coat self-consciously before following her out into the shop.

“Good afternoon Mr Callaghan, Mrs Callaghan.” He greeted politely. Immediately Georgia could tell that her mother was shocked and unimpressed with Severus but her father was almost as good as Severus at keeping his features unreadable.

“Mr Snape.” he replied, a little coldly.

“I must say, it’s about time we got to meet you. Georgia has told us very little about her life at school.” Her mother said.

This was exactly as Georgia predicted. Her mother disliked Severus on sight but was determined to be polite and so filled the uncomfortable silence with chatter. Her father was clearly shut off because he was protective of his daughter and must see Severus as some kind of monster for taking her away from them. She doubted they expected her ‘crush’ to have been so much older than her.

“That is understandable; there was a war on. Clearly she did not wish to cause you any alarm.” Snape said to her mother’s great surprise.

“A war?” she gasped, horrified.

“Perhaps it might be prudent to continue this discussion in the comfort of our sitting room.” Snape suggested. “After all, the tale is long and you have come a long way.”

“Of course, thank you.” Her mother replied, still reeling from the revelation that her daughter had been growing up in a warzone, completely unbeknownst to her or her husband.

Snape and Georgia led her parents down the narrow alley at the side of the shop to the flat above. Although the flat was small, it was now clean and cosy at least and the tatty furniture had been repaired.

“Now when you say a war, what do you mean; a real war?” her father asked when they were seated in the front room.

“Yes Dad, a real war with deadly curses and evil wizards and everything.” Georgia said. “There were some wizards who thought that Muggleborns like me don’t deserve to go to Hogwarts, or even to hold a wand. They started killing Muggles and Muggleborns and fighting anyone who stood in their way.”

Her parents were gobsmacked. She really hadn’t told them a word of it. Snape decided it might be best if they heard the whole story from the beginning, omitting his own involvement for the time being. No need to turn them against him even more. He started in the 70’s when Voldemort first started gathering support and finished last summer, when Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore managed to defeat the evil tyrant.

“And where did you stand in all of this?” her father asked him.

“Right in the thick of it; I was Dumbledore’s spy in the enemy camp.” He replied, as calmly as if he’d just asked for sugar in his tea.

The Callaghans were dumbfounded. ‘First the man’s a respected teacher, then he’s the pervert who slept with their daughter, now he’s some sort of super-spy?’

“This is a lot to take in.” Her father said.

“Of course it is.” Snape replied.

“You have been keeping secrets from us for seven years?” Georgia’s father asked her.

“I didn’t want you to worry.” She explained.

“And so you hid an entire war from us? Not to mention avoiding telling us anything about that attack on you in January!” her mother screeched. Georgia looked at Severus briefly before continuing.

“I think it’s about time you heard the whole truth about that as well.” She began sheepishly.

Again, Mr and Mrs Callaghan sat horrified as she recounted the true events surrounding her attack and recovery. Mr Callaghan was a large man and was growing furious at the revelations he had heard, and it was only by remembering that his daughter’s new beau was a powerful and dangerous wizard that prevented him from flooring him with one punch. He would not however suffer in silence.

“So that is how the two of you got together? ‘It’s already happened once so we might as well continue’?” he yelled.

“It isn’t as simple as that.” Snape explained. “By saving my life she invoked ancient magic creating a life debt. Unbeknownst to her at the time she forged a bond between us. I didn’t realise it myself until a meeting with Dumbledore much later about the Aurors’ pursuit of the perpetrators.”

“Life debt? Magic bond? This is all very farfetched.” Her father complained.

“I understand that to someone unused to our world and way of life that this must all sound very strange but I swear to you this is the truth. However I want you to be assured that I do not remain with your daughter merely out of duty or some sense of guilt. I love Georgia very much and I refuse to allow further harm to come to her.” Snape said earnestly.

“You believe she is in danger still then?” her mother asked worriedly.

“I hope not, but it has been my habit for more than twenty years to be paranoid and suspicious. It is what has kept me alive. The men who did this are still at large; however as their plan was to ruin my reputation and lose me my position they have achieved their objective.” Snape explained.

“Was it your idea to pull Georgia out of school?” her father asked.

“Not at all; in fact I was against it. It was her own decision. However I have asked the Headmaster and he has agreed that she may still sit her exams as planned with her classmates provided that I tutor her in her subjects.” Snape replied. Her parents seemed placated a little in knowing that her education was not to be wasted.

“I can either continue to Healer training at St Mungo’s as planned, or I can remain here and apprentice with Severus and become a Potions Mistress.” Georgia added.

“Well at least your options are open.” Her mother said in relief. “Now Severus, we know nothing about you. Tell us about yourself.” She asked, changing the subject less than artfully.

“I’m afraid there isn’t much to tell.” Snape answered dismissively.

“Come on, you must tell us something.” She prodded.

“Very well. I was born in 1960 in Todmorden, Yorkshire. I lived a fairly miserable and boring life until I was received into Hogwarts. I was sorted Slytherin like my mother before me and excelled in Potions and Defence against the Dark Arts, but was bullied terribly.

After school I joined the Death Eaters but when I realised what they truly stood for, I changed my mind and turned to Dumbledore who employed me as Potions Master and Head of Slytherin as a cover for my activities spying on Voldemort.

In 1981, when Voldemort was defeated the first time I continued in those roles waiting for his return. In 1994 when Voldemort returned I recommenced spying. When he was finally destroyed once and for all last year I decided I was tired of teaching and planned to make this my final year, but when I became involved with Georgia, those plans changed as you already know. There; that is my life story in a nutshell.” He said quickly, with a hint of irritation. He hated talking about himself.

“I’ll get us all some tea.” Georgia said quickly to break the tension. She rushed into the kitchen to make it the Muggle way.

“I’ll help you dear.” Her mother said, following her into the poky kitchen. Georgia groaned inwardly. She didn’t want a ‘mother-daughter chat’ following what was just revealed.

“Twenty years your elder and hardly a looker. What do you see in him?” were the first words out of her mother’s mouth as Georgia filled the kettle at the tap.

“Mum!” Georgia complained.

“And he’s so grumpy. How do you live with him?”

“You haven’t seen him at work mum. He’s a genius, and one of the foremost masters of his craft. He’s very different once you get to know him. Just give him a chance. He’s a wonderful man, but a very private person. He’s very loving and caring when there isn’t an audience to make him uncomfortable.” Georgia defended.

When they returned to the lounge, her father and Severus were discussing the business of an Apothecary; what it does and business projections and plans.

“Dad! You aren’t at work now.” Georgia admonished gently with a slight smile. She was glad he and Severus were talking now.

“Actually Georgia, I am grateful of any advice your father has to offer. Our worlds are different; however I am glad to receive advice from someone who is so knowledgeable about the world of business.” Severus corrected.

It seemed that while the ladies were in the kitchen, the men had called a truce! They chatted a little more amiably, even if they were still uncomfortable. When it came time for the Callaghan’s to leave, Georgia’s mother took her to one side while her father gave Severus ‘the talk’; how to treat his little girl, the consequences of hurting his precious angel, etc.

“Remember Georgie love, if anytime you’re unhappy or uncomfortable, I want you to come straight home.” Mrs Callaghan urged.

“Thanks Mum. That’s good to know, even though I’ll never need to.” Georgia said. She hugged her mum, then her dad before they left the flat and walked up the Alley toward the Leaky Cauldron.

“That went well.” Georgia sighed, following Severus back inside.

“They hate me. And with good reason; I defiled their daughter.” Severus grumbled morosely.

“Yes, but I rather enjoyed being defiled.” She shot back cheekily.

He looked back at her through the dark curtain of his hair with a slight smile.

“Oh really?” he purred softly. She nodded with an impish grin. “Then allow me...” he said, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her towards the bedroom.

“No, in the lounge.” She protested.

He raised a brow in query but said nothing, as she fixed her mouth on his, kissing him ardently. He sat on the sofa and she shifted position, straddling him. Her kisses had already inflamed his passion, and suddenly he was reminded by their position of their first time together; her first time.

“Georgia, are you sure...” he began but she cut him off with another kiss as her hands worked on freeing him. Her dress was very soft velvet and his hands enjoyed the feel of the texture over her warm, soft curves. It added to the pleasure of teasing her pert little nipples to attention through her clothes.

By the time she had removed his coat and shirt, she was mewling softly in pleasure and frustration. Suddenly she raised herself up and pulled away from him. With a quick tug, she pulled her gown over her head and threw it onto the coffee table.

“Pants off. Now!” she panted at him through her lust filled haze. He acquiesced her request quickly while she tore her underwear off in haste.

Now she was naked, as was he; sat on the worn upholstery of his ancient sofa with his member, thick and proud, standing to attention, calling to her for contact. She straddled him again, resting her arms on his shoulders, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair fondly. No sooner had he placed his hands on her hips then she dropped without warning onto his waiting cock.

He inhaled sharply in shock and pleasure as her warm wetness engulfed him swiftly. He barely had time to recover when she began moving; fast and hard she rode him, grinding against him wantonly.

“Georgia, Love, I won’t last like this.” He ground out in a groan. His hands were on her buttocks, supporting her and pulling her closer, towards their imminent combined relief.

“Me neither. I want you so much Sev.” She panted, grinding her clit harder against his pubic bone, sending electric shocks through her abdomen.

He loved to hear how much she wanted him, how much she loved him. It soothed his heart and his ego to have confirmation that he meant something to someone, his special someone. He watched her writhing in pleasure, pleasure he was giving her, and yet in this position where she was more dominant she seemed different. He had never seen her in charge of anything or anyone before. He felt strangely ecstatic, watching her take her pleasure from him like this.

He moved subtly on the sofa so he could thrust upward as she dropped down. Her head fell back in rapture as his length hit her cervix; giving her a combination of the sweetest pain and excruciating pleasure.

“Come for me; now.” He growled lustfully in her ear and it was all too much. She exploded in his arms, over-stimulated beyond nirvana and bucked against him violently.

The combination of her scream, her blissfully tight channel contracting, and the beautiful, deific look on her face as she came made Severus come too; filling her with his warm wet release with a moan.

She collapsed against him and laid her head on his shoulder, lightly kissing the bare skin. He was also content to sit there, feeling his issue seeping out of her with is arms wrapped tightly around her for warmth. She was the only one he had ever allowed to see him so vulnerable, and yet she never laughed, she accepted him, and even loved him like this.

“Your parents disapprove.” He said at length with a sigh.

“It doesn’t matter. I still love you.” She replied, softly stroking his face and gazing up at him as though she could never look at him enough.

“I love you too Georgia. Always.” He replied, rewarding her faith and love with yet another kiss that said more than words ever could.