A Wizard's Debt
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
42
Views:
39,562
Reviews:
228
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Severus
A/N:
Hello Flower. Firstly I\'m ill. There\'s some flu bug on MY side of the Pennines and I passed out t\'other day. Anyway the computer doesn\'t seem to be agreeing with me much either and this is the first time I\'ve started to read your story. Nicely done. I like this Sev and how he is looking after her. Could he come and look after me please? I\'m only a few miles down the M62 or A676. My hubby\'s 6\'5" too. I love tall men. They just seem to go on forever and ever. And realistically hung.....not like Shergar....God rest him. Got to go. Think I\'m going to keel over. But remember....."We were so poor, we worked down\'t mine 25 hours a day, eight days a week and paid mineowner for\'t privilege.......LUXURY!!!!!!!!!!" Has Jesus just walked in??????? I think you know where I\'m coming from but I\'m a bit delusional at the moment. "What\'s that Alan darling? You HAVE to give me a foot and then full body massage. Okay love....I\'m coming." Best wishes, Love Ali xxxxxx.
I know you’re from t’other side oft Pennines, and ye one of ‘em red roses, an’ not t’ be trust’d, us white roses are tha better flowers… but tha’ review wa summat smashin’ luv! Tha’ll ‘ave people readin’ this an’ not knowin’ what the ‘ecky thump we’re on abart. Well, I’m more up t’M1 int Derby at mo’; goin’ t’ uni n gettin’ clever. ‘Ope ye get tha sen reet an’ aren’t poorly fa too long, Lass. (And me beta’s looking’t me as if I’ve gone and lost t’bloody plot.)
And I’ll return to the Queen’s English for the chapter – but if you love the phonetic Yorkshire accent, pick up Lady Chatterley’s Lover and give that a nosey!
Severus.
I was part dragged across the street and down three doors to see Godfrey; he hadn’t aged one day since I was a young man studying to become a Potions Master, Monday to Thursday with Zhi, Friday at the YWU – York’s Wizarding University. Godfrey makes the best sausages, and Marcia would cook us both a sausage butty before sending us down the left-hand stairs to the apocathary before taking the right hand side steps to her robe boutique.
“Mr. Heng! What brings you in so late – I was just going to close the shop!” said the greying man from behind the glass counter, wiping his hands on his red and white striped apron before lifting the counter barrier and placing a bucket of soapy water on the floor and reaching for a cloth to clean his counters.
“Ah! We have guests for dinner! Severus is getting married! My Dragon is making her wedding gown.” Zhi smiled brightly, peering into one counter that still contained meat.
“Severus?” Godfrey looked me up and down, “Merlin, lad! Is that you? Never! You can’t be the scrawny lad who worked with Mr. Heng!” he dropped the cloth back into the bucket, wiped his hand on his apron and shook my hand; “Well, it should be Mr. Snape now, shouldn’t it – you’re no apprentice now. How’ve you been, last I heard you were teaching at Hogwarts.”
“Teachers open the door, but you must enter by yourself.” Zhi said, looking at the produce.
“Aye – and man who gets mucky fingers on my windows gets thrown out!” Godfrey said, shaking his head as Zhi placed his hands in his pockets. “There’s more in the back if you can’t see what you want in that counter.”
“You still clean by hand? Why not use a charm?” I asked, watching as the butcher reached into the steaming bucket for the cloth and continued to wash the glass down.
“I’m Muggle-born, Mr. Snape, I’ll have to get used to calling you that… I know the charm gets it clean – but it doesn’t seem clean because there’s no effort been put in – I’ll wave my wand over it when every where’s dry, keeps both my heritages happy in that way. Missus thinks I make things to hard on myself by doing it both the muggle and magical way.”
“Godfrey, can I purchase this piece here… and have you got a duck?” Zhi asked, reaching into a pocket for a few galleons.
“I’ve one in the back; do you want me to dice this pork for you, Mr. Heng?” he asked, weighing the meat.
“No – you have cleaned all your knives and chopping block – I can dice it at home.”
“That’s kind of you, Mr. Zhi – oh and that potion for arthritis was perfect for my Mother-in-law, I’ll be in for a bigger bottle tomorrow morning.” He went into the back for the duck.
“I shall brew it this evening before I go to bed, it will be ready for you.”
“This one big enough for you – should feed four.” Godfrey said, holding up the bird.
“Man who waits for roast duck to fly into mouth must wait very, very long time… that one is fine.” Zhi chuckled.
“What was this you were saying about Mr. Snape getting married?”
“The marriage law has perhaps managed something good…” I began.
“Ah! Someone’s going to make an honest man of you! Congratulations and all the best of luck!” Godfrey said, smiling as he handed the wrapped duck and pork to Zhi. “Two galleons, six sickles please, sir.”
“Yes, he has found a treasure in the form of his bride-to-be!”
“Do I know this lovely lady?” Godfrey asked, turning the sign in the shop window to closed, flicking his wand to make the remaining produce clear itself away into the back.
“You know of her…” Zhi said with a wide grin, handing over the money.
“Someone famous?” he looked at me in disbelief, “Who is she?”
“Hermione Granger, for three weeks, then she will become Hermione Snape.” I said, for some reason wanting to grin like a fool – I settled for an indifferent expression.
“Well! A wonderful young lady she is! Saved us all with her brains! All the fame’s going to that Harry Potter lad, but she was the strategist and researcher… well, to say it’s a smart match is an understatement!”
“I said the same myself.” Zhi said, moving out of the way so the last counter could be cleaned.
“Well – good luck to you both!” he smiled.
We were about to leave when a thought crossed my mind, “Godfrey, do you have any sausages left?”
“I’ve only got eight, I’ll make some more in the morning.” He said moving into the back.
“How much?” I asked, reaching into my pocket.
“You bought enough sausage from me on your apprenticeship – I think you and Mr. Heng kept me in business with your sausage butties for breakfast! They’re on the house – give your young lady a nice breakfast!”
“Thank-you, Godfrey, when we actually get our invitations printed, I’ll be sure to send you, and Mrs. Godfrey one.” I said, leaving the shop with the knowledge that tomorrow’s breakfast would not be shared with Hermes; and I wasn’t sure I would share with Hermione, either.
A/N: I’ve worked in two butchers in Summer and Christmas hols from uni – and I used to have to bite my tongue as late customers got grubby fingerprints on my clean windows! The guest list is growing nicely on Severus’s side, as will his tummy if he keeps munching on the sausages! But I’m sure Hermione will help him burn of the calories! Lol!
Hello Flower. Firstly I\'m ill. There\'s some flu bug on MY side of the Pennines and I passed out t\'other day. Anyway the computer doesn\'t seem to be agreeing with me much either and this is the first time I\'ve started to read your story. Nicely done. I like this Sev and how he is looking after her. Could he come and look after me please? I\'m only a few miles down the M62 or A676. My hubby\'s 6\'5" too. I love tall men. They just seem to go on forever and ever. And realistically hung.....not like Shergar....God rest him. Got to go. Think I\'m going to keel over. But remember....."We were so poor, we worked down\'t mine 25 hours a day, eight days a week and paid mineowner for\'t privilege.......LUXURY!!!!!!!!!!" Has Jesus just walked in??????? I think you know where I\'m coming from but I\'m a bit delusional at the moment. "What\'s that Alan darling? You HAVE to give me a foot and then full body massage. Okay love....I\'m coming." Best wishes, Love Ali xxxxxx.
I know you’re from t’other side oft Pennines, and ye one of ‘em red roses, an’ not t’ be trust’d, us white roses are tha better flowers… but tha’ review wa summat smashin’ luv! Tha’ll ‘ave people readin’ this an’ not knowin’ what the ‘ecky thump we’re on abart. Well, I’m more up t’M1 int Derby at mo’; goin’ t’ uni n gettin’ clever. ‘Ope ye get tha sen reet an’ aren’t poorly fa too long, Lass. (And me beta’s looking’t me as if I’ve gone and lost t’bloody plot.)
And I’ll return to the Queen’s English for the chapter – but if you love the phonetic Yorkshire accent, pick up Lady Chatterley’s Lover and give that a nosey!
Severus.
I was part dragged across the street and down three doors to see Godfrey; he hadn’t aged one day since I was a young man studying to become a Potions Master, Monday to Thursday with Zhi, Friday at the YWU – York’s Wizarding University. Godfrey makes the best sausages, and Marcia would cook us both a sausage butty before sending us down the left-hand stairs to the apocathary before taking the right hand side steps to her robe boutique.
“Mr. Heng! What brings you in so late – I was just going to close the shop!” said the greying man from behind the glass counter, wiping his hands on his red and white striped apron before lifting the counter barrier and placing a bucket of soapy water on the floor and reaching for a cloth to clean his counters.
“Ah! We have guests for dinner! Severus is getting married! My Dragon is making her wedding gown.” Zhi smiled brightly, peering into one counter that still contained meat.
“Severus?” Godfrey looked me up and down, “Merlin, lad! Is that you? Never! You can’t be the scrawny lad who worked with Mr. Heng!” he dropped the cloth back into the bucket, wiped his hand on his apron and shook my hand; “Well, it should be Mr. Snape now, shouldn’t it – you’re no apprentice now. How’ve you been, last I heard you were teaching at Hogwarts.”
“Teachers open the door, but you must enter by yourself.” Zhi said, looking at the produce.
“Aye – and man who gets mucky fingers on my windows gets thrown out!” Godfrey said, shaking his head as Zhi placed his hands in his pockets. “There’s more in the back if you can’t see what you want in that counter.”
“You still clean by hand? Why not use a charm?” I asked, watching as the butcher reached into the steaming bucket for the cloth and continued to wash the glass down.
“I’m Muggle-born, Mr. Snape, I’ll have to get used to calling you that… I know the charm gets it clean – but it doesn’t seem clean because there’s no effort been put in – I’ll wave my wand over it when every where’s dry, keeps both my heritages happy in that way. Missus thinks I make things to hard on myself by doing it both the muggle and magical way.”
“Godfrey, can I purchase this piece here… and have you got a duck?” Zhi asked, reaching into a pocket for a few galleons.
“I’ve one in the back; do you want me to dice this pork for you, Mr. Heng?” he asked, weighing the meat.
“No – you have cleaned all your knives and chopping block – I can dice it at home.”
“That’s kind of you, Mr. Zhi – oh and that potion for arthritis was perfect for my Mother-in-law, I’ll be in for a bigger bottle tomorrow morning.” He went into the back for the duck.
“I shall brew it this evening before I go to bed, it will be ready for you.”
“This one big enough for you – should feed four.” Godfrey said, holding up the bird.
“Man who waits for roast duck to fly into mouth must wait very, very long time… that one is fine.” Zhi chuckled.
“What was this you were saying about Mr. Snape getting married?”
“The marriage law has perhaps managed something good…” I began.
“Ah! Someone’s going to make an honest man of you! Congratulations and all the best of luck!” Godfrey said, smiling as he handed the wrapped duck and pork to Zhi. “Two galleons, six sickles please, sir.”
“Yes, he has found a treasure in the form of his bride-to-be!”
“Do I know this lovely lady?” Godfrey asked, turning the sign in the shop window to closed, flicking his wand to make the remaining produce clear itself away into the back.
“You know of her…” Zhi said with a wide grin, handing over the money.
“Someone famous?” he looked at me in disbelief, “Who is she?”
“Hermione Granger, for three weeks, then she will become Hermione Snape.” I said, for some reason wanting to grin like a fool – I settled for an indifferent expression.
“Well! A wonderful young lady she is! Saved us all with her brains! All the fame’s going to that Harry Potter lad, but she was the strategist and researcher… well, to say it’s a smart match is an understatement!”
“I said the same myself.” Zhi said, moving out of the way so the last counter could be cleaned.
“Well – good luck to you both!” he smiled.
We were about to leave when a thought crossed my mind, “Godfrey, do you have any sausages left?”
“I’ve only got eight, I’ll make some more in the morning.” He said moving into the back.
“How much?” I asked, reaching into my pocket.
“You bought enough sausage from me on your apprenticeship – I think you and Mr. Heng kept me in business with your sausage butties for breakfast! They’re on the house – give your young lady a nice breakfast!”
“Thank-you, Godfrey, when we actually get our invitations printed, I’ll be sure to send you, and Mrs. Godfrey one.” I said, leaving the shop with the knowledge that tomorrow’s breakfast would not be shared with Hermes; and I wasn’t sure I would share with Hermione, either.
A/N: I’ve worked in two butchers in Summer and Christmas hols from uni – and I used to have to bite my tongue as late customers got grubby fingerprints on my clean windows! The guest list is growing nicely on Severus’s side, as will his tummy if he keeps munching on the sausages! But I’m sure Hermione will help him burn of the calories! Lol!