Villain of the Piece
Part 2 Youthful Indiscretions
- Chapter 34 -
Chapter 34 Wychenden Hall January to Very early in 1981 Severus gave up his He also had a new contract – Doreen’s cryptic hints had
been true. Not only did Severus receive
the promised overtime for the New Year move, and the relocation bonus, he also
received a six per cent pay rise. And
that, coupled with relinquishing his His trips to In all of the time Severus had been dating Honor he never
brought her home, nor spoken about her.
Many times Eileen was on the point of asking about her, because it was
clear to her that Severus had a girlfriend.
But she never actually put the question; her worsening relationship with
her gentleman friend made her wary of raising the subject of romance. * * * July arrived, hot and sultry, Honor said she was thinking
of going on holiday with Gloria, and Severus paid little attention. His mind was focussed on Hogwarts because now
that the academic year had finished he hoped to hear details of his long-awaited
teaching appointment. But the first owl of the month was not an invitation from
Hogwarts, nor a picture postcard from Honor.
It was from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and it was a
summons to attend court. As he opened
the Ministry envelope and realised what it was, Severus’s first reaction was to
assume that one of his patients was suing him.
But it was nothing of the kind – the summons spoke of suspected Death
Eater activities. The document arrived
as he was in the middle of breakfast at Snarebeck so he had no choice but to
show it to his mother at once. She was
terrified, and more than terrified – deeply ashamed – and over the next few
days emotions ran high at Spinner’s End.
The ensuing contretemps finally caused Eileen to break with her wizard
friend from Obscurus Books, so Severus felt even worse. ‘To answer charges of Death Eater activities’ the summons
said but, as Severus tried to explain to his mother, he did not know why he had
had been selected for trial. All he
could presume was that one of the other Death Eaters had let slip or
deliberately given his name. He had not
been arrested, so the details of the supposed crimes could not be very serious;
and fortunately because there was no arrest there was also no press report
about him. Privately he wondered who might have given his name to the
authorities. He did not know all of the
Death Eaters – not by sight, nor by name – and although nowadays he read every
issue of the newspapers he could not be sure that all the trials were
reported. This might even have been a
behind-the-scenes deal that never came to the floor of the court. Nor did Severus know that Horace Slughorn had retired and
gone into hiding; there was much that year that happened outside of his
knowledge. But understandably he
panicked when he received the court summons and he went to Dumbledore, who
promised to sort matters out for him. Dumbledore, who of recent times did little else but attend
trials, spoke vigorously in Severus’s defence at the very next meeting of the
Wizengamot, so Severus was not actually called before the court, but it had
been a close run thing. Towards the end of July Dumbledore issued a different summons. He called Severus to Hogwarts and gave him
details of his new job – Professor of Potions and Head of Slytherin House. Severus could hardly believe it – his
fortunes had totally changed! “There is also the matter of your mother” Dumbledore
said. “You wanted a job for her. I suggest this…” He had created a position of Assistant Librarian for
Eileen, working alongside Hilary Caldecott; his only stipulation being that
Eileen Snape should change her name to Irma Pince. Severus was also keen for that to happen; he
would do anything to redress the havoc he had caused in their private life. “We are hardly on speaking terms since my brush with the
law” he admitted. “But Mother was badly
shaken by the possibility of my going to prison, and of course I could no
longer hide the fact that I had joined the Death Eaters. And the constant disappearances over the
years have finally impressed upon her how dangerous these times are. So, yes, she will come to Hogwarts, and she
will change her name. She is keen, at
last, to effect her own disappearance.” “Then she can move in at once” Dumbledore said. “And, if you wish, so can you. But you will not be in hiding. On the contrary, I think your appointment as
my new Head of Slytherin will be a public demonstration of my trust in you.” Severus owled Honor at once, wanting to share the good
news. Receiving no reply he panicked and
Apparated to her flat. All its doors and
windows were secured, there was no food in the fridge and even the owl was not
at home – Honor must be on holiday.
“Either that, or ‘disappeared’ ” he murmured darkly. “Or perhaps she got wind of my summons and is
avoiding me – perhaps my secret is out.” Feeling rather deflated, he returned home to help his
mother prepare for her move to The postcard was a scenic view of The Long Mynd and hardly
had he finished reading it when their owl returned home carrying a letter. That too was from Honor and it included two
photographs, one of a scowling Gloria hiding behind sunglasses, and one of a
gleeful Honor who was clearly delighted at dragging her cousin up and down the
hills. He read it at breakneck speed,
fearing what it might say: Dear Sev, Just got your
letter. Great news – congratulations! Well, as you see
I managed to talk Gloria into doing this walking holiday and she’s loving every
minute of it. I just sent you a postcard,
but I thought you’d like these piccys too.
Gloria’s finally twigged that you can’t do hill walking in high
heels. The weather is gorgeous and so is
the countryside. But we are taking a
break from it tomorrow – we are off to Ironbridge – me for the iron smelting history
and Gloria for the pottery and tiles.
Anyway, if ever you fancy hill walking I can recommend We must have a
catch-up before you go to “Who are these girls?” his mother demanded, scowling at the
photographs. “Honor’s and old school friend, and Gloria is her cousin”
Severus said shortly. “Anything else I should know?” “I shouldn’t think so, Mother” he replied smoothly. “Not if I want to spare your blushes.” Eileen didn’t press him and Severus didn’t volunteer any
more information. Instead he pondered
the irony of the fact that Honor was on holiday not so very many miles from
where he worked. He even wondered if she
knew about Nobody’s Perfect and was teasing him. Two days later Eileen moved to “You’re almost right on the line” Rackharrow growled irritably
as he read the letter on the Thursday morning.” Severus knew that and it pleased him immensely. His contract stipulated one calendar month’s
notice and he was giving them a month and a day. “So, you’re giving us up to teach Potions?” Rackharrow
continued, clearly unable to understand why anyone would want to give up
cosmetic mediwizardry. “And to be Head of Slytherin House” Severus pointed out
silkily. “Pity, as we’ve not long moved, giving up this fine country
house.” “But in return I get a castle” Severus reminded him. “Not a bad swap – a mansion for a castle.” Rackharrow glared at him, then pointed his wand at the door
to close it. “Do you realise, Snape” he hissed,
“That you are the highest paid mediwizard here?
Only Corrine clears more than you, and she’s the Chief. Your rise, this year, was bigger than anyone
else’s. You get more than some of our
trainers, and thank god they don’t know it.
You have quite a future here.” “Well, I did not realise the pay situation” Severus pointed
out, “Because everything is conducted in such secrecy. But as for my future, I appreciate what you
say; but, as you know, I work extremely hard – I take great pride in my work – so
I would hope that one day that effort would be recognised. But I can hardly give up the offer to head a
Hogwarts House. Particularly Slytherin,
my old House. I’m sure you understand,
being an ex-Slytherin yourself.” “If it’s a matter of teaching, we could give you that here”
Rackharrow offered. “You’re ready for
that now – you can coach our new trainees.”
His voice tailed away. It was a difficult moment.
Severus suddenly sensed that Rackharrow wanted to keep him, but had no
detailed promises to lay on the table.
And whatever those promises could be, they could not be acceptable. Nothing could compare with the special
situation at Hogwarts – the possibility of Dumbledore’s protection from
Voldemort, the special agent role for which Dumbledore needed him, let alone
the kudos of heading a House in the most prestigious magical school in No, in that light Nobody’s Perfect was a non-starter. And clearly Rackharrow knew it was. Severus barely had to mumble a refusal – the
look on Rackharrow’s face spoke volumes. “Very well, Snape.
Do as you wish” Rackharrow said dismissively, placing the letter in his
filing tray and consigning Mediwizard Snape to history. “Good luck to you.” He hardly meant it. And Severus didn’t care. During the last month Severus took on as much of the
difficult work as he could, knowing that on his last day he would probably be
limited to simple cases that could definitely be completed in one day. As a result he hardly got time to see Honor –
one snatched Saturday night was all they could manage. She couldn’t get used to the idea that he was
going to be a teacher. “Not just a teacher” he pointed out, “Head of Slytherin,
Honor.” “But I thought you did something important. Secret.
This is just – teaching.” With a sudden stab of fear it occurred to him that she had a
point. He had led her to believe that
his job was secret. Could that one day put
him in danger? What if – in months or
years to come – the Dark Side became suspicious of him, and started to make
enquiries among his friends and associates?
What a fool he was to have led anyone to believe that he was involved in
something clandestine. He needed to be
ordinary! “It’s over” he said simply.
“It was a project, and it’s done.
Finished. Forgotten. And I am looking toward a new role. A professorship at Hogwarts is no mean
feat. I thought you’d be pleased for me.” “Well, I am if it’s what you want” she replied. “But it seems a bit ordinary for you.” “But I am ordinary” he chuckled. “I know you look upon me as Mr Wonderful, and
I can quite understand why, but you must get used to the fact that I have
always been a perfectly, straightforwardly ordinary man!” * * * “How do you fancy a nice, tricky, buttocks ’n’ abdomen,
this afternoon?” Derek asked him as Severus collected his caseload for the
twenty-seventh. “You can finish off
tomorrow if it runs over – the client’s rich – forking out for an overnight
stay.” It was the Thursday of his final week at Wychenden Hall so Severus
consulted the case notes. “Wizard. Nineteen stone. Eighty-two” he observed. “I might get it finished tonight. I expect it will overrun a bit. Hope the dinner’ll be worth it. What have I got this morning? Dental whitening, dental straightening, and some
noses. Witches, witches, all the way
until lunch. Yes, okay. Send them all my way. What is tonight’s dinner?” “Lamb casserole with herb dumplings” Tanya said, giving him
a wry smile. “On a hot day like this?” Severus exclaimed. “Casserole?
Those house-elves are taking the piss.” “Does that mean you’re changing your mind about the
buttocks?” Tanya asked. “I’d rather work on yours” he smirked. “Mine are perfect!” Tanya flared. “Exactly” he sneered.
“I noticed.” And he gathered up his
case notes and flounced away. The afternoon session was quite difficult so he was forced
to stay late to complete it, and then tolerate the unseasonably hot but tasty meal. After that he tidied up his treatment room and took a walk
around the building to let the dumplings settle before Apparating home. The clinic was silent. All the medical staff had gone. Somewhere no doubt, a young hopeful was
beavering away at making potions, trying to follow in his footsteps, and a few
house-elves were cleaning; but he passed almost no one as he prowled the
corridors. He descended the marble
staircase into the entrance hall. It was
not a straight staircase like Hogwarts, it clung to a curved outer wall, flowing
down in a long sweep. Beneath it was a Pembroke
table, on which was spread the clinic’s brochures and literature. A witch was looking at them, straightening
them, and admiring them. She glanced up,
straight into his eyes, and Severus saw a pert little face and two sparkling
blue eyes that he recognised. She had short, blonde hair, styled to sweep around her face
in a sleek curve. Subtle changes had
been made to the cheekbones, and the nose although still slightly upturned was less
so than when he had seen it all those years ago. When they had been at Hogwarts together, in a
time that seemed like another life. “I’m sorry you’re leaving us, Severus” she said, giving him
a little smile. “You’re the best I’ve
had, so far.” He stared at her.
“Cheryl?” he whispered finally.
“Cheryl Stevens?” “Charmian Steel” Cheryl said by way of correction, as he
descended into the hall. “I changed my
name when I left St Mungo’s. When I
started this.” Proudly she waved a hand,
indicating their surroundings and quietly Severus began to chuckle. “Got time for one last drink, Mediwizard
Snape?” Charmian asked him. “I suppose I
owe you a drink after all the work you’ve done for me.” She led him through the west wing to the conservatory, the
doors of which were fully open, and there they sat, sipping Buck’s Fizz, enjoying
the perfumes of the garden in the soft evening light and watching bats flitting
among the griselinia bushes. He looked
again at the subtly changed face and the gold-encrusted summer dress. Charmian – the former Cheryl – had not given
her face a complete makeover. She hadn’t
made herself tall. She had not fallen
prey to vanity and yet it was hard to recognise the little Muggle-born schoolgirl
who had always looked so swamped by Hogwarts robes when he now beheld this
self-assured woman in her cool, classical, Greek-style gown. “I would never have guessed – about you – about this” he
said. “I couldn’t understand why you
left the hospital, but I would never have made this connection.” “Well, to be fair, you never really knew me” Charmian said
reasonably. “And I made a few tiny
tweaks to my face so that it’s not so easy for people to see Healer Stevens
when they look at the Miss Steel of today.
I don’t particularly want them to see Healer Stevens.” “Why? What was wrong
with Healer Stevens?” “Nothing. Except
that the job at St Mungo’s was only ever a means to an end” Charmian
explained. “I’m a businesswoman,
Severus. Always intended to be. Business first, Healership second – that’s
me. Sorry if it doesn’t sound very
laudable.” “It sounds … understandable. Lucius would take his hat off to you.” “Ha! I seriously
doubt that!” Ice tinkled in her glass as
she added “Ah, dear Lucius! I don’t
suppose you remember, but I said I’d never let the Malfoys of this world come
between me and what I wanted. Well, it
was the same with the hospital. Got
qualified – left. Got a start-up loan
with Gringotts.” “With the aid of Maura Butler–” “Yes, indeed.” Charmian agreed, taking a sip of her drink. “All above board though. No backhanders. Gringotts have packages to kick-start small
businesses. I worked alone at
first. Then I took on Corrine, and then a
few others. Bertie was a particular prize.” She grinned and drainer her glass. “Bertie” Severus pointed out, “is a Malfoy in all but
name!” “Exactly!” she agreed happily, topping up both their drinks. “All of my staff are pure-blood. I love pure-bloods. Nothing could suit me better than to see them
slaving away for me. Griping about the
pay, and never daring to leave. Never
daring to challenge me. Bertie
Rackharrow doing my dirty work for me, keeping me at arms length. It’s wonderful! It was wonderful. I felt a bit different when your name cropped
up. But I’m sure it will feel wonderful
again.” Noticing his downcast face she
added “I didn’t mean to do it to you, Sev.
But what choice did I have? I
couldn’t give you special treatment, could I!
Except to take you on – you got snapped up immediately when Malfoy
alerted Bertie to the fact that you were in the job market. I told Bertie that Corrine could dispense
with the usual long-winded checks. I
knew what a tricky bastard you were – why you’d left St Mungo’s et cet’ra. But I knew that wouldn’t be a problem for us
– nothing we couldn’t handle. And I
wanted to have you. So here you are. I hope you’ve enjoyed it, some of the
time. It gave you a job.” “Yes” he agreed.
“That’s true. It gave me a
job. I wish you had taken me into your
confidence, though.” “I couldn’t risk that” Charmian insisted. “Pure-bloods tend to stick together. I shouldn’t really be saying any of this, now. Wouldn’t be, only that you’re leaving
tomorrow. Letting my mask slip is pure
impulse, and I hope I won’t regret it – I rarely act on impulse. Against my nature.” He nodded his head thoughtfully, said “And whenever I do likewise,
fate turns around and bites me” and they both laughed. It occurred to him that he could give away
her secrets – blow her cover. Why
shouldn’t he? She had used him. But somehow he didn’t want to do that. She had started from nothing and built
herself something – he had to admire her for that. “It must have been difficult starting from
scratch” he added. “Yeah. It was.” “Never cut any corners?
Never tempted by the odd undocumented complete works, for example?” “Me? As if!” She looked suitably scandalised but he didn’t
quite believe her. She forbade her staff
to undertake complete body makeovers because without proper documentation such
radical changes of identity were against the law. But in those early days had she perhaps been
tempted? Her blue eyes twinkled back at
him. Perhaps she was telling him yes
without voicing it. “It would have been worth a fortune” he ventured. “It would. Had I
done such a thing.” “Why do you forbid them?
The legitimate ones, I mean.” “Too much paperwork.
Too much chance of legal tangles.
Don’t want the Ministry on my back, even if we’re in the right. Yes, I know they’re a money-spinner, Sev, but
there are limits even for me. I prefer a
quiet life. ’Nuther drink?” He looked at the tiny drop left in his glass. “Better not” he decided. “I prefer not to be over full when I
Apparate.” “Fair enough” Charmian said. “I remember the first time I tried to
Apparate. We had the lesson too soon
after breakfast and I’d gone a bit overboard with the fried bread that
morning. Felt awful – like my stomach
had a brick in it. Aaah, school
breakfasts – they were wonderful! And
awful! I never touch fried bread now.” “We were certainly well fed at Hogwarts” Severus
agreed. “In that respect it must be the
best boarding school in “Yes, it had its good points” Charmian said, thinking back
fondly. “Remember those work experience courses
old Sluggy got us on? You told me about
healing cursed wounds.” “And you told me about the Inocculoso spell.” “I tried out that wound spell. Even before I started at St Mungo’s.” “Really?” Severus said in surprise. “And here you are fussing about staying legal.” “I didn’t carve anyone up to do it” Charmian insisted “I helped someone who was cut. That’s what started me off on wounds. I knew they’d become my speciality. Did you ever try Innoculoso, Sev?” “Oh, yes” Severus said darkly, thinking of the Corrigan’s
Gold bottles he had inoculated with Amortentia.
“I got better at it, though” he added, smiling mysteriously. He drained his glass and said no more of past
triumphs and failures. “You’re late tonight” Charmian observed. “Thinking about it, you’re very late.” “I had a difficult lower torso” he explained. “And then dinner. Then I fancied a last look around.” “Yes, this is when I often take a look at my empire” she
agreed. “When you’ve all gone. Not that anyone recognises me, or knows I’m
actually the owner. Ha-ha! I don’t think even Malfoy would spot the old
Cheryl Stevens if he walked through here.
But I’m trusting, Severus, that you won’t give away my old identity. Can I trust you?” Briefly Severus thought it over again before replying. “Yes. You
can” he said. “But since there is so
little risk of you being recognised, why do you hide?” “My mother lives here with me.” Her Muggle mother. He
understood the situation only too well. “And what of Mr Steel?” he ventured. “Mr Steel? There is
no Mr Steel.” “No husband?” “No husband. No
children” she said flatly. “I’ve no
interest in those complications.” He
must have shown surprise because she added “I don’t lack male attention when I
want it. But I’m not one for
‘involvement’. You seem surprised.” “I am surprised. You
are so successful. You could have
everything.” “I have all that I need.
I don’t live by the rules of others.
I have my own rules. I’ve spent too
many years being poor, Sev. And being
despised for being poor! I’m never gonna
be poor again. And nor is my old
mum. Wealth. Security.
That’s all I need. All I
want. Why are you laughing?” “Because I was so wrong about you” he admitted. “So wide of the mark. It seems I have a lot to learn about
people. Thank you for this drink. Thank you for taking me into your
confidence. You can trust me, Charmian.” He pondered the fact that troubled times
might lie ahead and added “If ever– This
is going to sound odd, but … Well, let me just say that if ever you get into any
kind of serious difficulty, you could always turn to Dumbledore.” Charmian was puzzled; what did he mean. “Bit melodramatic” she said warily. “Yes. Sorry” he
replied. “It’s not a threat or anything. Just a piece of advice. A long-stop.
Although somehow, I don’t think you’ll ever need one.” “Just a bit of advice?” she checked. “One friend to another?” “One friend to another” he confirmed. “Then, thanks for that” she replied, “And I hope the
teaching works out for you.” * * * Severus’s last day at Nobody’s Perfect passed very quickly,
even though he decided to take no cases.
Having no incomplete treatments to hand over and few personal
possessions to pack away, he spent the better part of the first hour looking
down towards the Victorian conservatory whose finial could just be seen above
the trees and bushes that screened the owner’s garden. He wondered about the witch who resided in
the west wing. So now he knew the foundation
of Cheryl Stevens’s self-sufficiency – of her air of ‘other agenda’ as Honor
had once described it. He had never
recognised it – never guessed what Cheryl intended to become, nor how
single-minded she would be. I was too immature, he realised. I pigeon-holed her – witches get married,
witches have babies. Perhaps I should have known better. Bellatrix is a fine example of a witch with
her sights set higher. But I put that
down to pure-blood fanaticism. I
underestimated Cheryl – Charmian, I should say – because she was Muggle-born
and penniless. And Charmian thinks I’m
pure-blood – how ironic! Could I risk
telling her the truth? No. Not now the Dark Lord’s Muggle hatred is
unleashed. But this whole episode goes
to show that my pure-blood credentials are solid. That is a useful fact to know. And this also goes to show that ruthless
Charmian, even with her hatred of pure-bloods, began at last to reward me
properly. Ah, Charmian – if the
circumstances were different, might our paths have run parallel? I wonder.
But my destiny lies elsewhere.
With Hogwarts. With
teaching. And with my special
assignment. And beyond that? Who knows?
Beyond that – the stars! “Severus?” Severus was woken out of his day-dreaming. Roydon had come to call him to Corrine
Butler’s office. “Wake up, Sev” he said.
“It’s M E time.” “M E time?” “Maximum embarrassment.
Come on.” What ever M E meant it was also coffee break time, and as
many staff as were available were crowded into Corrine’s room, prepared to
laugh dutifully in the right places when Corrine made her speech. Corrine stood beside her desk, across which rested a long,
straight parcel that looked like a paper-covered post. Severus was ushered forward to stand beside
her. Silence fell. “Well, this is a historic moment” Corinne began, looking
around to ensure she had everyone’s attention.
“We are here to say goodbye to Mr Snape.
And to wish him well in his new career.
Yes, a historic moment indeed. When
did it all begin? Some three years back,
I think. This dark wizard crossed my
threshold about three years or so ago, and told me I needed to take him
on. I didn’t plan to fall under his
spell, but I think he must have slipped me a potion or somethin’ because I
found myself offerin’ him a job! And
offerin’ to buy potions off him. Not
such a bad move, because he turned out – quoit good – at the potions. And now he wants to leave us – to teach
Potions – but he won’t part with any of his recipes! “Well, I don’t blame him” Corrine continued jovially, as
she picked up the long parcel which was surprisingly light. “Now, Mr Snape. We clubbed together and made a collection for
yer, and we got enough to buy yer a case o’ Budderbeer. But then Father Christmas turned up, so the
case somehow grew longer and thinner, and finally became … this!” “It’s a gatepost!” someone cried. Severus cut the silver cord that bound the parcel, pulled
off the green paper, and found a box inside, which he opened. It held a broomstick; a Twigger 80. But who knew he needed a good broom? He looked at the leaving card but Charmian’s
signature was not there. And yet? The new Twigger cost quite a bit – and there
were not many staff at Nobody’s Perfect.
Charmian must have contributed; probably quite handsomely. “Well, this is a surprise” he said. “A delightful surprise. Err, I see you are in fact so keen to get rid
of me that you will speed my exit; and with this very excellent broom! Well … firstly I’d like to say thank you very
much for contributing to this gift. And
thank you to Father Christmas who obviously cannot be here at this time of
year. I never believed in him … but now
I might. “Err, yes it was three years ago that I came here. I was informed that I had to produce magic
that would last. Well I must have
managed that, because I never got thrown out. “Three years – what has happened in that time? I’ve learnt a lot. I have, at times, been seriously bored. I have, at times, been scandalously
underpaid. I have, at all times, worked with some great
colleagues. And I have lasted long
enough to see us move from the Big Smoke to the green hills and to this
gracious, spacious house. So, I may not
be parting with my recipes, but in a few short years you will be taking on
staff who were once my pupils. And I
promise you, ladies and gentlemen, they will know a thing or two!” Laughter had punctuated both speeches and now there was a round
of applause. Even Corrine looked
genuinely pleased with Severus’s success.
Only Bertrand Rackharrow, who had been silent throughout, continued to
look sour. It transpired that Severus did no actual casework that
day. Instead he departed in the early
afternoon after taking a few turns around the parkland and the woods on his new
broomstick. He was almost sorry to leave Wychenden Hall and yet he was certain
that he needed to move on – just as certain as he had felt about leaving his
schoolboy days behind. Now,
paradoxically, he was returning to Hogwarts – but not as a schoolboy; as a
Master. The dull but cosy world of Nobody’s Perfect could lull him
into a false sense of security. It had
served its purpose; now was the time to lay it aside like a set of worn-out
robes. Because in his heart of hearts –
in the darkest recess of his labyrinthine brain – Severus was certain that more
trouble was brewing, and there would be times when he would be glad of the powerful
patronage of Albus Dumbledore.
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