Rom To My Private Dungeon
By Gina R Snape
*** Disclaimers:
This story takes place in the wizarding world belonging to JK Rowling. Severus Snape, Hogwarts, and the rest of its faculty, residents, animals et al. belong to her. I make no profit except the emotional joy of writing-and being reviewed. :) However, Maracuja Feuer and her fictional relatives, along with this story, belong to me. In an interview, JK Rowling expressed her joy at finding fan fiction based on her Harry Potter series. Like finding Christmas, I believe she said. So, thanks JKR for your magical world, and your approval of Harry Potter fan fiction.
This story will contain some steamy chapters ahead. It is not a PWP. It will have a storyline. But if you are offended by reading about sexual acts between consenting adults of any gender, look elsewhere.
A/N: This story takes place at the end of book one (Philosopher's Stone/Sorcerer's Stone). However, it is written with the full knowledge of the wizarding world as we know it after book 5. Including people, skills, animals, etc. So, if you haven't read Order of the Phoenix, go do so now!
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The Leaving Feast was coming to a close and the children began wandering back to their houses. Most members of the faculty were wandering off themselves. Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape looked at each other with a collective sigh of relief.
Softly, Dumbledore sighed, "I miss them every year. Yet, I am ready for the break." He paused, and then quickly looked at Severus with a twinkle in his eye and added, "This summer will be different."
"I dare say, Albus, that this job has gotten quite a bit harder with the arrival of Mr. Potter." McGonagall responded.
Snape laughed a hard breath and stood up. "That is the understatement of the year, Minerva." He retorted in barely a whisper. Looking quickly at Dumbledore and McGonagall, he made a slight and almost polite smile, and then went to turn down the stairs to his right.
"Severus," Dumbledore's voice quickly rose up, "before you go. Remind me of your summer schedule and the arrival of your guest."
"Ah, yes. My, er, guest," Snape replied, "will be arriving with the Hogwarts express tomorrow morning when it comes to take the children away." She shall remain for the better part of a month and a half and then I'll be taking off just a few weeks to travel and pick up supplies before the beginning of term."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "I must say, Severus, that I am impressed you did not change your mind about taking on an intern, after everything you've been through this year. Please do not hesitate to speak up if it becomes too much for you and you wish to break earlier. Tomorrow seems rather soon to start. You might want to consider taking a few days rest before beginning. Although, something tells me you might be energized by this experience."
"Well, there is tomorrow night, after all." Snape's words came oozing out of his mouth.
"Why yes." McGonagall quickly added, blushing and looking down at her tea.
"True, true." Dumbledore smiled. "See you tomorrow then. Sleep well."
By this time, the great hall was empty. The other faculty and staff had all gone off to bed or were strolling the grounds for a last minute round up--to make sure none of the 6th and 7th years were wandering back from Hogsmeade after one too many of something a little stronger than butter beer.
The day after the Leaving Feast was always a tumultuous one. Prefects did a lot of work getting the kids packed and off to the Hogwarts Express. But the heads of the houses were never far away. No matter what time the Hogwarts Express arrived, or how early the children were woken up, it always seemed to take forever while the train waited patiently in the station for the last student to finally board.
Sending children off was not the only hassle of the day. No, there was plenty of paperwork. Compiling grades, sending them off by owl post to the parents, putting last minute notes in students' files, etc. It seemed like end of term was more exhausting than any other point. That's why the teachers always held their own special event after the children were gone. Dumbledore would hire someone to perform or dj music. A smaller chamber just off the great hall would be transfigured into a nice little party setting-dance space, cosy couches in dark corners, a buffet table and a bar to one side. All of the faculty and their significant others would attend, along with other invited dates or guests. It was a highlight actually, and not a faculty obligation, as the party was usually a lot of fun. With no children around, they could all cut loose and break from their authority figure roles. No worries about stumbling back to their chambers intoxicated and running into some pesky students wandering around after hours. "No Potter in his invisibility cloak" thought Snape with some relish. Snape, ever the skilled potions master, always volunteered to tend the bar. He never failed to whip up just the right brew to inspire the most exquisite festive feelings to flow through their veins.
Most teachers took off afterwards, to enjoy their summer holidays travelling, with family, etc. A few stayed on at the castle and tended to their own advanced research and publishing. This year Snape had agreed to take on an intern-apprentice. A muggleborn student from Romania who showed much talent had written to Snape personally after reading some of his published works. She came with high recommendations from her professors, having recently graduated from Durmstrang with honours a few years earlier. He was touched. While many in the wizarding world respected Snape's vast store of knowledge and practical application skills, he seldom received requests for individual study. Rarer, still, from a female. Student perceptions of his personality seemed to pervade the academic world, even if his colleagues knew him better. There was also something about the field of potions that seemed to repel females in general. "Merlin knows what to expect" was the last thing to float through Severus' mind as he drifted off to sleep.
*** A/N: Maracuja is a flower, also known as Passion Flower. Among its uses are as an anti-depressant, anti-inflammatory, and hypnotic. Feuer is German for fire (pronounced like foyer).
Special thanks to my lovely and talented betas: Lucy, Louvain Woodmass and Elizabeth Vegvary, whose talents and assistance have gone far beyond looking for typos.
I appreciate constructive criticism. Please send any feedback to grosich@nyc.rr.com Thanks!
*** Disclaimers:
This story takes place in the wizarding world belonging to JK Rowling. Severus Snape, Hogwarts, and the rest of its faculty, residents, animals et al. belong to her. I make no profit except the emotional joy of writing-and being reviewed. :) However, Maracuja Feuer and her fictional relatives, along with this story, belong to me. In an interview, JK Rowling expressed her joy at finding fan fiction based on her Harry Potter series. Like finding Christmas, I believe she said. So, thanks JKR for your magical world, and your approval of Harry Potter fan fiction.
This story will contain some steamy chapters ahead. It is not a PWP. It will have a storyline. But if you are offended by reading about sexual acts between consenting adults of any gender, look elsewhere.
A/N: This story takes place at the end of book one (Philosopher's Stone/Sorcerer's Stone). However, it is written with the full knowledge of the wizarding world as we know it after book 5. Including people, skills, animals, etc. So, if you haven't read Order of the Phoenix, go do so now!
****
The Leaving Feast was coming to a close and the children began wandering back to their houses. Most members of the faculty were wandering off themselves. Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape looked at each other with a collective sigh of relief.
Softly, Dumbledore sighed, "I miss them every year. Yet, I am ready for the break." He paused, and then quickly looked at Severus with a twinkle in his eye and added, "This summer will be different."
"I dare say, Albus, that this job has gotten quite a bit harder with the arrival of Mr. Potter." McGonagall responded.
Snape laughed a hard breath and stood up. "That is the understatement of the year, Minerva." He retorted in barely a whisper. Looking quickly at Dumbledore and McGonagall, he made a slight and almost polite smile, and then went to turn down the stairs to his right.
"Severus," Dumbledore's voice quickly rose up, "before you go. Remind me of your summer schedule and the arrival of your guest."
"Ah, yes. My, er, guest," Snape replied, "will be arriving with the Hogwarts express tomorrow morning when it comes to take the children away." She shall remain for the better part of a month and a half and then I'll be taking off just a few weeks to travel and pick up supplies before the beginning of term."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "I must say, Severus, that I am impressed you did not change your mind about taking on an intern, after everything you've been through this year. Please do not hesitate to speak up if it becomes too much for you and you wish to break earlier. Tomorrow seems rather soon to start. You might want to consider taking a few days rest before beginning. Although, something tells me you might be energized by this experience."
"Well, there is tomorrow night, after all." Snape's words came oozing out of his mouth.
"Why yes." McGonagall quickly added, blushing and looking down at her tea.
"True, true." Dumbledore smiled. "See you tomorrow then. Sleep well."
By this time, the great hall was empty. The other faculty and staff had all gone off to bed or were strolling the grounds for a last minute round up--to make sure none of the 6th and 7th years were wandering back from Hogsmeade after one too many of something a little stronger than butter beer.
The day after the Leaving Feast was always a tumultuous one. Prefects did a lot of work getting the kids packed and off to the Hogwarts Express. But the heads of the houses were never far away. No matter what time the Hogwarts Express arrived, or how early the children were woken up, it always seemed to take forever while the train waited patiently in the station for the last student to finally board.
Sending children off was not the only hassle of the day. No, there was plenty of paperwork. Compiling grades, sending them off by owl post to the parents, putting last minute notes in students' files, etc. It seemed like end of term was more exhausting than any other point. That's why the teachers always held their own special event after the children were gone. Dumbledore would hire someone to perform or dj music. A smaller chamber just off the great hall would be transfigured into a nice little party setting-dance space, cosy couches in dark corners, a buffet table and a bar to one side. All of the faculty and their significant others would attend, along with other invited dates or guests. It was a highlight actually, and not a faculty obligation, as the party was usually a lot of fun. With no children around, they could all cut loose and break from their authority figure roles. No worries about stumbling back to their chambers intoxicated and running into some pesky students wandering around after hours. "No Potter in his invisibility cloak" thought Snape with some relish. Snape, ever the skilled potions master, always volunteered to tend the bar. He never failed to whip up just the right brew to inspire the most exquisite festive feelings to flow through their veins.
Most teachers took off afterwards, to enjoy their summer holidays travelling, with family, etc. A few stayed on at the castle and tended to their own advanced research and publishing. This year Snape had agreed to take on an intern-apprentice. A muggleborn student from Romania who showed much talent had written to Snape personally after reading some of his published works. She came with high recommendations from her professors, having recently graduated from Durmstrang with honours a few years earlier. He was touched. While many in the wizarding world respected Snape's vast store of knowledge and practical application skills, he seldom received requests for individual study. Rarer, still, from a female. Student perceptions of his personality seemed to pervade the academic world, even if his colleagues knew him better. There was also something about the field of potions that seemed to repel females in general. "Merlin knows what to expect" was the last thing to float through Severus' mind as he drifted off to sleep.
*** A/N: Maracuja is a flower, also known as Passion Flower. Among its uses are as an anti-depressant, anti-inflammatory, and hypnotic. Feuer is German for fire (pronounced like foyer).
Special thanks to my lovely and talented betas: Lucy, Louvain Woodmass and Elizabeth Vegvary, whose talents and assistance have gone far beyond looking for typos.
I appreciate constructive criticism. Please send any feedback to grosich@nyc.rr.com Thanks!