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Morticia Heartless
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WITCH’S DEBT
It is the summer 1979
and two people are about to have their lives changed forever.
Lilith Smithers thought
she was destined to be a whore like her Mum. Severus Snape was about to start
his life as a double agent in a war that would be fought unseen by most of the
Muggle World.
Action/Adventure/PWP It is unknown what length the story will
be.
Severus Snape/OC
Lilith is not “in love”
with Severus. Severus is not “in love” with Lilith. They are “in lust” with
each other. They will form a deep bond of Friendship that will give each of
them the strength that they will need through out the years. Lilith is the one
person Severus can bare his soul too. Lilith does not judge him, she advises
him.
This will be a chaptered story, but I do not know how long
it will be.
WITCH’S DEBT
BY
MORTICIA
HEARTLESS
CHAPTER 1 ONE OF
THOSE DAYS
ONE MORE CHORE TO PREFORM
Lilith Smithers had one
more chore to perform before the house would to open for the evening. She
dressed herself in her best dark grey robes and tied her new red sash around
her waist. In two weeks, she would be 18 years old. She was to have her
virginity sold to the highest bidder, and with it initiation into the ranks of
‘Ladies of the Evening’. This was the price paid to the Mistress of the House if
you were born to one of her girls. Real profit came from virgins. They were pampered
and protected from the day of birth to have her virtue sold to someone wanting
the thrill of deflowering a maiden. Private tutors educated the girls in magic,
etiquette, and Legilimency. Legilimency was used to fool the customer
into believing that the girls knew what every wizard wanted, even the virgins.
Males were a different
story. Madam did not supply boys to anyone for sex. Boys were profit loss and
needed to be gotten rid of as soon as possible. By the age of ten, most boys
were trained as pages and introduced to business wizards who had need of them.
The good-looking boys would be sold to another brothel to be trained as
gigolos.
Lilith was not proud of
the fact that she was to become a whore like her mother. She wanted to be a
Mediwitch and help the ‘ladies’ of this profession; to rid them of the diseases
and afflictions associated with their work. However, Lilith knew that this was
not to be her fate. She was to follow her mother into the brothel and have
children who would never know their fathers. This upset her greatly. Every one
had the right to know from whom they were descended. Most of the ‘ladies’ were
purebloods, and since 99% of the customers were also purebloods, it was safe to
say that she was as pure as any wizard that came through the door.
Lilith’s musings were
interrupted by Madam Padwell.
“Lilith dear, tonight you
will answer the door and you will do so up to and including the day before you
turn 18. Is that clear?” Madam Padwell said in her firm voice.
“Yes Ma’am. Is there any special clothing you wish me to
wear?” Lilith inquired.
“No, you’re dressed as
I want you. The red sash will do all the advertising I need for you,” Madam
answered. “The wizards will know what to do if they want the pleasure of your
first night.”
“As you wish, Madam,”
Lilith replied. She turned and picked up the dust mop to finish the floors. “I am as pure as the wizards who come here
and I still have no choice in the life fate picked for me,” she thought.
Later, she set down her
mop and stretched her back. ‘I am finished
working at last. Now a little makeup, perhaps a drop of perfume and I am ready
for… for what? The end of my dreams for sure and the start of a life I will
hate as much as mum does.’
IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT
Customers started to arrive
at 6 pm every night. When a girl was close to her 18th birthday, she was put on
display with the addition of the red sash to her dark grey dress. The dark grey
dress was a signal that the girl in question was too young to partake in the
pleasures of the flesh, but the addition of the red sash showed that the ‘Young
Lady’ would soon be ready to join in the adult games. Therefore, every night
for the next twelve days Lilith would answer the door for the customers and get
drinks for them if they had to wait for their choice of entertainment for the
evening. The last two days were used to take offers. The young lady was
sequestered, with the highest bidder winning the prize, first night with a
virgin.
Lilith had seen it all
before and knew what to expect. Some wizards looked at her speculatively, while
others just leered, licking their lips suggestively. The whole show made her
sick. ‘Why are they all so childish when
it comes to virgins?’ she thought every night as the wizards came and went.
Day eleven dawned and promised to be the same as all the other days. There was,
however, one difference-the night before one of the other girls told Lilith who
would win her virginity and what happened to the other girl who had gone with
him. So today there was a sickening feeling in the pit of Lilith’s stomach.
Still, she must be professional despite her fear, Madam had trained her well.
A knock at the door
announced the first customer of the night. Severus Snape, Potions Teacher at
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, dressed in his usual black and with
a momentary look of shock on his face when he recognized Lilith. ‘He knows,’ she thought.
“Ah, Miss Smithers -
and how does this night find you?” Severus inquired in a cool silky voice as he
entered the door. Only in a brothel would Severus indulge in idle chitchat.
“I’m fine, Professor. May I offer you a drink?” Lilith
replied softly.
“No, thank you.” Severus answered civilly.
“Sir, which Lady would
you like for the evening?” Lilith asked politely, her discomfort obvious.
“Maggie Smithers if she
is available,” Severus replied, feeling a slight pang of regret, knowing that
he was asking for Lilith’s own mum.
“The Lady of your
choice will be down in a moment, sir,” Lilith informed him as coolly as she
could. Lilith had already guessed his choice for the evening. Maggie Smithers always
liked to spend the night with Severus. Lilith could not begrudge her mum any of
the little fun this life afforded her. According to her mum, Severus liked to
play games, Domination of the Lady in question being his favourite. However,
sometimes he liked to be the one who was dominated.
Another knock at the
door caught Lilith’s attention as she walked into the foyer to summon her Mum
for Severus. She opened the door and started to greet the next customer, but he
grabbed her and tried to rip her clothes from her body. She was screaming as
she fought him. She screamed again, biting and kicking at her captor. She could
smell the Old Ogden’s Fire Whisky, what smelled suspiciously like a euphoria
potion, and maybe even a lust potion. God only knew what else the rotter had
coursing through him. She was so busy at the time, trying to get away from her
attacker, that she did not see a tall dark avenging angel coming to her rescue.
One second she was fighting, the next she was on her bum, sliding across the
floor, and seeing her attacker fly out the door, rear end first.
“Who yelled Expelliarmus?” Madam Padwell
exclaimed excitedly as she ran into the room.
Suddenly every Lady
there was in the foyer seeing what started all the commotion. Her attacker
roared his defiance at Professor Snape and charged Snape screaming, “SHE’S MY
VIRGIN YOU BASTARD.”
Snape hit him with a
full body bind, a silencing charm and the stunning curse in quick succession,
rendering the wizard quiet and unconscious. He turned to Madam Padwell and
intoned, “Madam Padwell, I will be back in two days to retrieve Miss Smithers.
She owes me a Witch’s Debt and I will have her as my personal body servant for
three years. Please have her ready and all her belongings packed and shrunk by
9 am.”
“NO. You know that she
is to have her virtue sold to the highest bidder in 4 days. I will not give up
that profit. I could not care less about her debt to you, I WANT MY PROFIT,”
Padwell growled out.
“Madam Padwell, can we
retire to your office, please?” Severus queried the Madam. They held their
tongues as they walked to her office. As soon as a
silencing charm had been placed on the door, Severus
continued. “I have friends in the Aurors Office. You do not want Auror Shacklebolt
to hear that you have sold underage witches to your customers. It could go very
badly for you,” Severus hissed. “The going rate is 10,000 Galleons, I will pay
you 20,000.”
“That’s …” she started.
Severus interrupted
saying, “You will accept my offer or accept a visit from Mr. Shacklebolt, your
choice.”
“Look, the Master of
this establishment will be the wizard to win the bidding. He has told me that
he always has and always will be the one to deflower the virgins of this place. If he loses this one I’m
as good as dead,” she rasped at Snape.
“That, Madam, is your
problem, not mine. You will have her ready at 9 am or I will call Shacklebolt, and simply take the girl. It would be easier with your co-operation,
but if you choose not to, I shall have to make the call to protect the youth of
Britain,” Severus snarled. “And you will keep my name out of any
conversation. I value my privacy.”
“That might be hard,” Madam Padwell whined.
“30,000 Galleons,”
Severus intoned.
“Done,” she replied,
glad for the end of the negotiations. She spat in her palm and held her hand out for
Severus to shake. He did so with a strong look of disgust evident. Severus squared his shoulders,
opened the door and strode to the foyer to find every one looking out of the
door.
“Sir? Who is that wizard?”
Lilith asked Snape in a whisper as she watched the Aurors take the attacker
away.
“Gregory Goyle,” Severus replied quietly.
‘Everything was going so smoothly, too smoothly. Professor
Severus Snape was the first customer of the night and had chosen my Mum. She liked
Severus, always said he knew how to treat a woman in bed. Mum’s fondest wish
was that Severus would be the wizard to teach me,’ she thought. ‘Well,
Mum got her wish.’
WICKED WEB
Severus knew that
Lucius Malfoy owned the brothel, but never expected to be confronted by him so
soon. Within twenty-four hours, Malfoy was beating down his door in the
dungeons. Rage showed itself in all Malfoy’s actions. He wanted to hurt Severus
as much as possible. No wizard had ever taken a virgin from a Malfoy and no wizard
would start now. “Snape, you thief, how dare you take what’s mine? You have no
right to what I’ve claimed,” Malfoy uttered hoarsely.
Severus could see that
Malfoy’s loss of control was almost complete. A few more seconds and Malfoy
would challenge him to a duel for the girl in front of the students and staff
of the school. Severus’ voice was a soft growl as he informed Lucius, “She is a
pureblood. Maybe even a Snape. I will not allow a female Snape to be whore to
any wizard. Not even you, ‘Old Friend’.”
Malfoy did not
disappoint Severus as he replied, “Pick the date and hour ‘Old Friend’ and we
shall settle this.”
“To the death?” Severus
asked in a confident voice. His eyes glittered with malice.
“First Blood. I want to
see you suffer as I take her in front of you,” Malfoy taunted.
Severus could tell that
Malfoy was concerned. Both wizards were considered equals at the art of duelling,
but Severus knew tricks not taught by most families, or in duelling classes. “Here,
now, Hinge,” he hissed as he pushed past his nemesis, on his way to the
courtyard.
Malfoy could not
believe his ears, “Now?” he gasped. “But we have no Seconds.”
Severus stopped,
turned, and growled, “Here…Now…Hinge. What part of that do you not understand…Sir,
and Seconds can be found in the Great Hall.” Being only nineteen and full of
spite, he stealthily aimed his wand and whispered, “Improbus Somnium Per ille Noctemus.”* ‘So sleep well tonight ‘Old Friend,’ he thought.
They entered the Great
Hall growling, snarling, and snapping at each other. They found Rubeus Hagrid and
Filius Flitwick arranging new chairs around the High Table.
“Hagrid, will you be my
Second in a wizards duel?” Severus asked bluntly, as he walked up to the half
giant.
“Sure, Perfesser,
when?” Hagrid asked.
“Professor Flitwick,
would you do me the honour of being my Second in said duel?” Malfoy purred.
“Yes, young Malfoy,”
Flitwick replied.
“Now, in the Hinge,”
Severus answered Hagrid’s question.
Off they went, Snape
and Malfoy still snarling at each other. Flitwick and Hagrid looking amused and
concerned.
[*Improbus Somnium Per
ille Noctemus = Evil Dreams through the Night*]
IN THE HINGE
Flitwick, who is a
Champion Duellist on eight continents, asked, “What, if any, are the special
rules of this duel?”
“First Blood,” Malfoy
barked. Snape nodded.
Flitwick cleared his
throat and said, “Now Gentlewizards, we will be observing the “International
Rules of Wizard Duelling”.
1.
No hexing
your opponent when he is down.
2.
No hexing
your opponent when his back is turned.
3.
No
‘Unforgivable Curses'.
4.
The
agreement is ‘First Blood’ and when first blood is drawn, the duel stops or the
Seconds will act.
Is that clear
Gentlewizards?” Malfoy and Snape gave cert nods.
“Very well, back to
back Gentlewizards. Now, as I count, you will step off 10 paces, turn and Hex,
is that clear?” Flitwick squeaked. They nodded yet again and Flitwick started
counting. “8…9…10.” Hexes flew left and right. Some hit Hagrid and bounced off
the half giant. It takes a lot of strong magic and a very strong witch or
wizard to hurt a giant with magic.
There were disarming
spells, tripping jinks, Levitation charms, and finely the slicing hexes
collided, exploded and sent showers of coloured stars through the air. Hexes
bounced off the highly polished metal and knocked chips of stone off the uprights.
Finally, Severus found an opening in Malfoy’s defences and sent an ‘Expelliarmus’
that hit him squarely in the chest.
Malfoy flew 20 feet and
slammed into the stone. He slid, unconscious, to the cobblestones that covered
the ground. As he slid down the stone, he left a streak of blood. Severus
looked at the blood, then at Malfoy, and sheathed his wand. Bowing to his
unconscious opponent, he turned and walked to Hagrid. There he stood watching
as Flitwick examined Malfoy’s injuries. Flitwick conjured a stretcher and
levitated Malfoy onto it. “Slight concussion and minor cuts and abrasions, he
will be fine. Professor Snape, you have fulfilled the terms of the challenge
and won. Congratulations.”
Some time later, Malfoy
awoke in the hospital wing. He sat up gingerly and felt the back of his head;
it hurt badly. When he pulled his hand away, he saw dried flecks of blood. ‘Well hell, I didn’t win. At least I’ve got
Snape’s measure now and sooner or later I’ll have the little whore,’ he
thought maliciously.
“Ah, you’re awake,
good. Head hurts, right? That’s good too. Proves you’re alive. Here, drink
this. If you can tell me how many heads I have and walk a straight line you can
go home,” Madam Pomfrey said in a voice loud enough to make his head pound a
little more than before.
“I don’t hurt this bad
after I spend the night drinking,” Malfoy groaned.
“The pain potion will
kick in soon and you’ll feel better. You two, fighting over a slip of a girl. I
never,” Pomfrey snapped. “Oh yes, Flitwick left this for you, said you might
want to see what happened.”
She handed him a Pensieve.
He slid his finger into the swirling silver, vaporous threads and saw the duel
as Hagrid saw it. Hagrid, being a half giant, had an unobstructed view of the
entire event, and Malfoy could not deign that Snape won. However, it angered
him to lose to an underclass wizard. Even if Snape’s title is ‘Lord’, it is a Muggle
title and Malfoys believe that nothing Muggle is worth having.
He felt the warm glow
of the pain potion as it started to do its work and two minutes later, his head
was clear and the pain gone. He dressed and turned to leave. As he walked
toward the door, Madam Pomfrey came out of her office.
“Well, Lucius, I hope
this has taught you a lesson,” she snapped.
Malfoy looked coolly at
the nurse, took her hand, turned it over and kissed her palm. “Yes, it has. I
need to practice more duelling,” he said in a silky, cold edged voice.
As Lucius had walked
out of the school to the Apparation point, he realized that he had been very
lucky. Severus could have killed him. This made him so uncomfortable that he
realized he would need to clean himself up before he returned home to Narcissa.
He could not believe that he had been on the receiving end of that kind of duel
with Severus. He never wanted to be in that place again. No virgin was worth losing
your life or worse, your bits.
WHAT A DEFFERENCE A
NIGHT MAKES
Lucius had several
firewhiskeys instead of food for his dinner. This, as he would discover, was a
very bad idea. He dreamed that vampires attacked his entire family, turning
them all into creatures of the night. His wife Narcissa was turned into a Queen
Vampire and chose another male as her King. The minions used his son as a
plaything. All night he had variations of this dream. He slept badly this
night.
THE MOVE
On the appointed day, Severus Apparated to the
brothel to conclude his business with the Madam. He observed the look of fear
on the Madam’s face as he entered and knew that Malfoy had ordered her to
release the girl to his custody. “Have you received notice of the deposit made
to your account, Madam?” Severus purred. The look of sheer terror on her face
was all the answer he needed. She had the money and wanted him gone, ASAP.
“Miss Smithers, are you packed and ready?”
“Yes, sir,” Lilith replied softly.
“Good, but your attire
is completely inappropriate. I will change what you are wearing for now, but we will have to stop at Madam
Malkin’s before we go to Hogwarts,” he informed her.
“But sir, I need no
clothing. Madam has given me everything that she bought for me so I will not go
into the world worthless,” she said in her former Mistress’ defence.
“Nevertheless, I will
expand your wardrobe to suit my tastes. Is that clear?” he told her harshly.
“Yes, sir,” Lilith replied shakily.
Severus flicked his
wand and her outfit changed to a cream dress with a navy blue sash, black shoes
and a bag with small, sliver buckles. He held his arm out to her and said, “Shall
we go, child?”
‘Child?’
Lilith thought, ‘This from a wizard not
two years older than me.’ Lilith took his arm and walked out of the only
home she had ever known. ‘This is my new
life as a single wizard’s whore. Well, at least I will not be every wizard’s
whore.’ She was a little confused as to how her new life would play itself out,
but she was eager to find out. She had to walk very quickly to keep up with
Severus as he had a far longer stride than she did. However, years of helping
clean the brothel and keeping the grounds up had left her fit, strong, and
ready for what ever came her way, within reason.
THE SHOPPING
They were soon at Madam
Malkin’s and she was eager to see the fashions available. She wanted nice
things and pretty colours but was not sure how much influence she would have in
the choices. “Master, will I get to pick out some of the clothes?” she asked
demurely.
“Do not call me ‘Master’ in public. It will give too much
away about my private life,” he hissed. “As for your clothes, you will select
the styles and I will select the colours and price range. I find that I dislike
bright garish shades and fashions that reveal too much of the body. Revealing
nightgowns are another matter. Those I like, as would any red blooded male. I
also know that colour is important to young ladies and I am willing to let you
help in the selection, providing they are within the range I set,” he said as
they walked into the shop. He explained to the sales clerk what he wanted to
buy in witch’s fashions and the price range he considered appropriate.
Madam Malkin was in the
shop that day deciding what to do with the unsold items from last autumn’s
inventory. She had overheard the conversation and approached Severus and said,
“Hello Severus, since you are shopping for the young lady would you consider
the old stock at a reduced price as opposed to new fashion trends on display in
the store? Shall we say 50% off the retail price?”
“Why yes, I do like to buy quality at a
reasonable price and I am Professor Snape now,” he told the proprietress in a
snarky tone.
“I apologize for my
mistake, Professor Snape,” Madam Malkin replied courteously as she took them
into the back room to view the merchandise.
“Oh, sir,” Lilith
sighed as she lightly touched the fabrics spread before her.
“Lilith, I have asked
you to call me Severus, please comply.” His silky tone caught her attention.
She saw a slight frown and knew that she had displeased him. He leaned over and
whispered to her, “Please calm yourself, I have money to pay for this and would
like to see you dressed nicely. You are a pureblood, and I will not present you
in any other light,” he finished.
“Madam, I would like
five sets of everyday work robes, four sets of casual robes, and one set of
very nice dress robes. I will also need you to gather the appropriate
foundation garments to suit each outfit,” Severus informed her as he blushed at
the mention of such things.
Madam Malkin giggled
lightly before apologizing, “I am sorry sir. It has been a long time since I
have heard that term used for ladies’ lingerie. Will you also be needing
nightgowns?"
“Yes, well, that was
what my mother called them. Nightgowns are a good idea. One each in green,
silver, and cream please,” he said thoughtfully. “In silk with matching
knickers,” he answered, blushing once again. Severus was not used to talking
about women’s undergarments.
Madam Malkin controlled the smile and nodded. “Yes, well I
have just what you need in my storeroom. Shall we?” Madam Malkin continued in a
businesslike tone. “As you can see, I have a wide selection of colours and
styles. You were a Slytherin when you were at Hogwarts, correct?”
Severus nodded.
“Good. Here dear, try this one. See what you think. The colour
is Antique Red.” Madam Malkin chatted on and on as Lilith chose the styles and
colours that pleased Severus. After an hour and a half, the proprietress pulled
Severus to the side to show him a very sexy set of robes. “I think this would
be suitable, perhaps, to initiate a – ah… night of
passion?”
His eyes grew dark with lust as he pictured Lilith in the
robe. It was pine green with silver decoupage, and a very low cut to the
neckline. It was cut to fit in such a way that would enhance the observer’s
pleasure. Severus could feel the stirring in his loins, and that was without even seeing Lilith in the dress.
“Yes, I’ll take that too,” he said hoarsely.
“I’ll take it.”
The last few stops were to procure the supplies needed to
start her education. If she had been a regular witch the letters from Hogwarts
would chronicle the list that he kept in his mind. He thought of everything,
even what he wished his students could afford. He was going to have one student
of which he was not ashamed.
A/N: I would like to thank Madam
Warren and Madam Rosie for being the patient Beta’s, they Rock. I know that Severus appears OOC. He is not. He
is young and starting his first year as a teacher. He is knowledgeable, but
untrained. In the next 5 years he will Apprentice him self to a real ‘BASTARD’
of a Potions Master, develop his teaching style, and learn the tricks needed to
become a ‘Master Spy’ for the OotP. That will make him the “Snarky Bastard”
that we all love.
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