Rom To My Private Dungeon
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
6,338
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Arrival
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So it was that Snape rose early the next morning and made his way to Hogsmeade before the onslaught of exiting children overtook the train station. The last thing he wanted was to appear to be gently ushering children off, with smiles and waves and warm fuzzy sentiments. Nor did he want to keep his new apprentice waiting.
Snape felt surprisingly nervous as he walked, but wasn\'t sure why, and certainly didn\'t show it. Despite her academic references, he really wasn\'t sure what to expect. His mind wandered. Would this be a long, frustrating summer with some pathetic and lonely young academic who had no life? Or, as he hoped, was this an opportunity to pass on his knowledge in a way that eluded him during the normal course of term. Dumbledore knew him well, he thought. To share his knowledge meaningfully would be to share the deepest thrills of his soul with someone possessing the keen mind and academic prowess he himself demonstrated in his youth. Was this that opportunity?
It was a warm and breezy day. Snape\'s hair gently brushed his face in the wind. His black summer-weight cloak billowed gently behind him as he approached the platform. Sitting quietly on a bench was a young woman of about twenty-four years--thin, lithe, pale, but with distinctive features and long flowing shiny black hair. Snape gasped as he regarded her for a moment. She looked up and piercing black eyes went right through him. The young woman stood. She was tall and delicate, but emanated great strength. Like him, she wore all black, with a silk cloak draped over her shoulders. Pointed black shoes elegantly peeked out at the tips. The only colours to be found on her were rich ruby lips and small gemstones of red, green and deep blue set in the silver rings on her fingers.
Severus\' heart starting pounding uncomfortably as a tumult of emotions began to swirl within him. But again, he did not show it. \"Ms. Feuer I presume?\" was all he could manage. The young lady held out her hand and, without thinking, Snape bent and kissed it.
\"Professor Snape, I, I\" she bashfully replied, then more smoothly, \"it is sheer pleasure to finally meet you, in the flesh.\" The slight hint of an accent could be detected.
Both strode quietly side be side towards the Hogwarts campus, Snape muttered a levitation charm and Ms. Feuer\'s belongings floated ahead of them under his command. No words, but furtive glances gave a kind of nervous communication. The energy between them was palpable. The barest hint of a smile could almost be seen on his face.
***
\"Maracuja Feuer.\" It rolled off the tongue in an odd but fulfilling, flowing sort of way. Foreign. Bewitching. Snape kept repeating the name over and over again in his head. \"Sheer pleasure. . . in the flesh\" swirled around too. Her accent and words were certainly beguiling.
Snape brought Maracuja to her chambers-the ones normally granted to the ever-changing DADA professor. Dumbledore was on his search yet again. The apprentice would be long gone before he or she arrived. Fighting the urge to linger, Snape released the charm from her floating belongings and bid her adieu. The sounds of frantic children and heavy trunks, heard throughout the castle, were at least sufficient excuse to draw him away.
Maracuja stood alone in her room and closed her eyes. She hadn\'t known what to expect. Six weeks could be a short jaunt or an endless torture. But who could tell? Taking a deep breath, she spun around and perused her surroundings. \"Might as well unpack and make it home\" she thought to herself. The room was nicely furnished, if sparsely decorated. A wardrobe, two wooden dressers, a desk and leather chair, and large four-poster bed with end tables were enough for her. She also noticed a small round table with two wooden chairs near the window. Beyond another door was an adjoining bathroom with a huge claw-footed tub, vanity with a mirror, sink and toilet.
Quickly finding places for all of her belongings, she finished with a swift wave of her wand by transfiguring the drapes, rug and bed sheets to her liking. Colourful scarves draped the furniture. The smell of rosemary now permeated the air. On a tiny shelf above an end table she placed a miniature set of instruments, charmed to play gypsy folk music on their own. Giving a refreshing sigh, she twirled around the room, content with herself and her new surroundings.
\"And, mmmm, what about that Potions Master?\" she hummed to herself. \"I will, to find out his secrets, to penetrate zat exterior, to be penetrated in return. Yes, I think I will.\"
***
A/N: Thanks to April for her thoughts and advice.
Read her fanfiction! http://members.fortunecity.com/ningerbil/hpstory.html
So it was that Snape rose early the next morning and made his way to Hogsmeade before the onslaught of exiting children overtook the train station. The last thing he wanted was to appear to be gently ushering children off, with smiles and waves and warm fuzzy sentiments. Nor did he want to keep his new apprentice waiting.
Snape felt surprisingly nervous as he walked, but wasn\'t sure why, and certainly didn\'t show it. Despite her academic references, he really wasn\'t sure what to expect. His mind wandered. Would this be a long, frustrating summer with some pathetic and lonely young academic who had no life? Or, as he hoped, was this an opportunity to pass on his knowledge in a way that eluded him during the normal course of term. Dumbledore knew him well, he thought. To share his knowledge meaningfully would be to share the deepest thrills of his soul with someone possessing the keen mind and academic prowess he himself demonstrated in his youth. Was this that opportunity?
It was a warm and breezy day. Snape\'s hair gently brushed his face in the wind. His black summer-weight cloak billowed gently behind him as he approached the platform. Sitting quietly on a bench was a young woman of about twenty-four years--thin, lithe, pale, but with distinctive features and long flowing shiny black hair. Snape gasped as he regarded her for a moment. She looked up and piercing black eyes went right through him. The young woman stood. She was tall and delicate, but emanated great strength. Like him, she wore all black, with a silk cloak draped over her shoulders. Pointed black shoes elegantly peeked out at the tips. The only colours to be found on her were rich ruby lips and small gemstones of red, green and deep blue set in the silver rings on her fingers.
Severus\' heart starting pounding uncomfortably as a tumult of emotions began to swirl within him. But again, he did not show it. \"Ms. Feuer I presume?\" was all he could manage. The young lady held out her hand and, without thinking, Snape bent and kissed it.
\"Professor Snape, I, I\" she bashfully replied, then more smoothly, \"it is sheer pleasure to finally meet you, in the flesh.\" The slight hint of an accent could be detected.
Both strode quietly side be side towards the Hogwarts campus, Snape muttered a levitation charm and Ms. Feuer\'s belongings floated ahead of them under his command. No words, but furtive glances gave a kind of nervous communication. The energy between them was palpable. The barest hint of a smile could almost be seen on his face.
***
\"Maracuja Feuer.\" It rolled off the tongue in an odd but fulfilling, flowing sort of way. Foreign. Bewitching. Snape kept repeating the name over and over again in his head. \"Sheer pleasure. . . in the flesh\" swirled around too. Her accent and words were certainly beguiling.
Snape brought Maracuja to her chambers-the ones normally granted to the ever-changing DADA professor. Dumbledore was on his search yet again. The apprentice would be long gone before he or she arrived. Fighting the urge to linger, Snape released the charm from her floating belongings and bid her adieu. The sounds of frantic children and heavy trunks, heard throughout the castle, were at least sufficient excuse to draw him away.
Maracuja stood alone in her room and closed her eyes. She hadn\'t known what to expect. Six weeks could be a short jaunt or an endless torture. But who could tell? Taking a deep breath, she spun around and perused her surroundings. \"Might as well unpack and make it home\" she thought to herself. The room was nicely furnished, if sparsely decorated. A wardrobe, two wooden dressers, a desk and leather chair, and large four-poster bed with end tables were enough for her. She also noticed a small round table with two wooden chairs near the window. Beyond another door was an adjoining bathroom with a huge claw-footed tub, vanity with a mirror, sink and toilet.
Quickly finding places for all of her belongings, she finished with a swift wave of her wand by transfiguring the drapes, rug and bed sheets to her liking. Colourful scarves draped the furniture. The smell of rosemary now permeated the air. On a tiny shelf above an end table she placed a miniature set of instruments, charmed to play gypsy folk music on their own. Giving a refreshing sigh, she twirled around the room, content with herself and her new surroundings.
\"And, mmmm, what about that Potions Master?\" she hummed to herself. \"I will, to find out his secrets, to penetrate zat exterior, to be penetrated in return. Yes, I think I will.\"
***
A/N: Thanks to April for her thoughts and advice.
Read her fanfiction! http://members.fortunecity.com/ningerbil/hpstory.html