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True Identity	By : chrmisha Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5303 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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True Identity

By Chrmisha

Summary: Severus Snape�s double agent status is revealed and he is forced to go into hiding to stay alive. He falls in love with a Muggle named Helen. But Helen is not who she seems. Will Snape be able to get past her deception to claim the woman he loves?

Chapter 1

Only one person knew where she was: her Secret Keeper, Albus Dumbledore. Not even her parents or her best friends knew of her location. She had been one of three to go into hiding after exorbitant prices were placed on all of their heads. She had barely escaped two attempts on her life before arrangements could be finalized. She had also made a rather unorthodox decision; she had decided to live as a Muggle. In the Muggle world, she would have her freedom. That freedom, however, came with a price: she could not use any magic under any circumstances, unless, of course, they found her, and then all bets were off. Even the slightest hint of magic might be enough to lead them to her. After careful consideration, though, she had decided she would rather sacrifice part of herself than all of herself; if she chose to hide in the Wizarding world, she would be a prisoner until the war was over.

And so it was that she became Helen Garnell with green eyes and straight black hair that fell just below her shoulders. Her new face was more aristocratic looking and less round. Her eyes slanted slightly to give her a hint of Asian ancestry. Her lips were thinner, but not unattractively so. Her cheekbones were a bit higher. All in all, she was rather pleased with her new appearance.

She had rented a small cottage in the village of Freckleton. Albus had seen to her Muggle credentials and identification and had done a splendid job. She had no problems procuring the position of local librarian and the patrons respected her broad knowledge base and helpful nature.

Aside from being unable to use any magic, the only other thing that frustrated her was the lack of awareness of what was happening in the Wizarding world. She knew a war was being waged between good and evil, but the only information she could glean was from the occasional headlines that showed up in the tabloids under such headings as �Family of Five Killed by Aliens� or �Victims of Demonic Cult left with Strange Markings.� These stories were most likely explained by Death Eaters attacking Muggles and leaving the Dark Mark behind��either on their victims, over their homes, or both. It was too risky to try and find out what was really going on though. Part of her was relieved; she couldn�t worry as much about something that seemed a world away. On the other hand, she couldn�t be assured that her friends and family had survived Voldemort�s wrath either.

It had been almost five months since she�d gone into hiding when Albus Dumbledore arrived in the middle of the night with an urgent favor to ask of her. He wanted to know if she would be willing to take someone in. This person had been attacked and severely injured. He would need time to recover and a safe place to stay. No one would look for him in the Muggle world, Albus assured her. And she could help him make the transition. Albus said little of this wizard in need of protection and did not mention the man�s identity. Although she was curious, she didn�t push her former headmaster. She trusted his judgment and did it really matter who it was? She agreed to prepare the room she had been using as her study for her guest. Albus would be bringing him by the next day while she was at work. He left it up to her how to handle the man.

After Albus left she could think of little else than the wizard that would soon be left in her care. Albus had mentioned that the wizard was affiliated with Hogwarts and Helen assumed it was most likely a student. Probably a Slytherin from a pureblood family who was being pressured to join the Death Eaters and had refused. That alone could cost him his life. The Dark Lord would frown upon such disloyalty and surely the wizard�s family would pay the cost as well.

Returning from work the next day, she was anxious to meet the wizard who would be living with her most likely until the war was over. It was a bit daunting to think that she was stuck with a man she�d probably never met before. What if they didn�t get along? What if they ended up hating each other? As she approached the door to what was once her study, she paused. Taking a deep breath, she crossed the threshold and gasped. Blinking rapidly, she shook her head and backed out of the room.

�Anyone but him,� she muttered to herself, feeling out of breath from shock. �No wonder Albus didn�t tell me who it was. I certainly wouldn�t have agreed to let that vile man live in my home.� She chastised herself for trusting Albus. He must have been out of his mind to put the two of them together in the same house. They were sure to tear each other�s throats out. Then again, maybe the wizard in question wouldn�t wake up. After all, Albus did say that the man wasn�t out of the woods yet, so to speak. He was unconscious by means of a potion and would remain so until his body was strong enough for him to regain consciousness. If his body recovered its strength, she reminded herself. In the meantime, it was her responsibility to care for the dreadful man. She cringed at the thought.

She decided then and there she would treat him as her patient. She would nurse him back to health and, when he was well enough, suggest he find another suitable location to hide, another gullible woman to terrorize. For now, she reminded herself, he was unconscious, and no threat to her safety or sanity. Hopefully, he�d remain that way for a very long time.

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Severus Snape awoke to the sensation of warmth and light. He momentarily wondered if this was what death was. That thought quickly fled from his mind as the realization of his physical state poured into his consciousness. His whole body ached, his head throbbed, his skin itched, and his nerves felt like they were on fire. The muscle spasms that followed were an excruciatingly painful reminder of the numerous bouts of the Cruciatus curse he�d suffered at the hands of the Dark Lord. Enough to make him wish he were dead, but obviously not enough to have killed him. He tried to open his eyes, but they wouldn�t obey. He wanted to scream when the next wave of muscle-tensing pain coursed through his body, but he was denied that release as well. He felt his hands fisting of their own accord, the muscles in his fingers tightening to the point of tearing while the muscles in his forearms clenched mercilessly. As the intense pain began to fog his consciousness, he barely recognized the feel of someone prying open his clenched fist and coaxing the rock hard muscles into relaxing.

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It had been six days since her Hogwarts nemesis had arrived in her safe haven. He didn�t look nearly as intimidating lying in her spare room, unconscious yet restless. She thought she�d find the task of caring for the wizard repulsive. Instead, she found herself flinching at the waves of pain that rocked his body, seeking to find some way to offer him whatever relief she could. Snape, she reminded herself, was on their side. And from the looks of him, he�d suffered greatly for his loyalty to Dumbledore. She could only surmise that his role as double agent had been discovered by Voldemort and that Voldemort had cursed Snape mercilessly, leaving him for dead. As she watched him lying helplessly on the bed, she wondered if perhaps death would have been a kinder fate to the wizard that was obviously in so much pain, pain she could do little about.

She could see his muscles cord and tense beneath his skin, his whole body going rigid moments before he began convulsing uncontrollably. It was unbearable to watch. She knew from the look on his face when he was near the surface; his face would contort in pain. When the pain became too great, he�d sink back beneath the dark waters, his face flaccid, his body still shaking violently. She hated to see the mask of pain on his face and wished there was something she could do to hold him under. She was sure he had already suffered enough. Yet the after effects of the Cruciatus curse could last for weeks or months depending on how many times he�d been hit. And from the looks of it, he�d been hit plenty. A fleeting thought of Longbottom�s parents flashed through her mind; would the man even be sane when he did finally awake?

When the worst of his spasms were over, she reached out for his hand, slowly prying his clenched fingers back and massaging each one deeply in turn. This had become her ritual when she was home. She�d work the muscles in his fingers, hands, and arms until they released their grip on him. She knew it was only a temporary measure; as soon as the next wave came, he�d be wound just as tight as if she hadn�t bothered. But the times when he was closer to the surface, when the pain was still clearly etched on his face, her ministrations seemed to give him some amount of relief judging from his facial expressions. It was that sliver of hope that kept her at his side as much as possible; massaging whatever muscles she could reach, urging them to release their relentless hold on his body. And as each day went by, and the seizures shook him less and less, her hope grew that he might actually wake up. She wasn�t sure when she�d decided she wanted him to wake up, but somewhere along the line she had decided his life was worth saving. She only hoped that when he did wake up, she wouldn�t regret it.
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