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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20869 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She woke with a gasp, sitting straight up and causing her head to spin wildly. As the room around her stopped moving she realised that she had been left where she had fallen, although Snape was nowhere to be seen.

Looking over to where she had thrown Malfoy she saw that the rest of the bound death-eaters had been tortured while she had been unconscious. Some were moving slowly, their bodies covered in bruises and cuts. Pools of blood surrounded them on the floor. Others, none of whom she recognised, were lying still, their eyes staring blankly, limbs contorted at awkward angles.

Voldemort was addressing the other death-eaters. Just as Hermione tuned in to what he was saying he finished, and the death-eaters began to move silently out of the room, leaving her alone with him, except for those sprawled out on the floor near her.

He turned slowly towards her, a cruel smile lighting up him face as he saw see had woken. He approached her, stepping silently. She knew she should feel scared, but she was still too exhausted to care. What more could be done to me that hasn't been done already? "So glad to see you back with us," he leered. "That was rather an excellent show you put on for us. I don't believe many of my loyal followers have seen such an effective Crucius, except from myself of course, for rather a long time. I believe you left some of them a little in awe of you, my dear. You seem to have left a lasting impression." His eyes slid to the bodies behind her. "Not least on Lucius, of course…" He called softly, "Lucius, attend me…"

A figure behind her got slowly to its feet and shuffled forwards towards them. Looking around at the rest of the death-eaters Hermione realised that the only bodies still prostrate on the floor were dead, and all those still alive were back on their knees, still shaking and twisting their faces in pain.

Malfoy stopped and cowered before Voldemort, his once handsome face gaunt and careworn. Obviously things had not been going well for him for some time.

"Lucius, see to it this filth is removed while I attend to our little…guest." Voldemort gestured to the bodies lying around on the floor. "Count yourself lucky you are not being taken out with them… this time." Lucius just bowed his head.

Voldemort walked past Hermione, who was still laid out on the floor and approached the kneeling Bellatrix Lestrange. He pushed his wand under her chin, forcing her to look up at him, with a wild look in her eyes. She almost looks like she enjoyed being punished, Hermione thought.

"You too, Bella, should also be very grateful to still be alive after your incompetent handing of the boy. I have come to expect such things from Lucius, but I had hoped for better from you. How I would so hate to lose you. It would be unfortunate if you made another mistake." By now Bella's eyes were wide and she was whimpering, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip.

Voldemort straightened. "You may leave me," he said dismissively, turning back to Hermione, who had recovered enough by now to be paralyzed with fear as he slithered towards her, an ugly smile on his face. "Well, my dear," he said insincerely, "I think it's time for us to have another look in that head of yours, and see if we can find anything concerning Harry Potter. And of course, I'm looking forward to finding out how you've enjoyed yourself with Severus this past week."

Hermione shook as he reached down to her with a long, pale hand and pulled her up with the slightest pressure under her chin. She climbed to her feet, making sure to keep her eyes lowered, away from his snake-like face. He ran a clammy finger down her check, chucking as she shuddered, forcing herself not to flinch away from him.

"I will be pleased if Severus discovers any magical ancestry for you. I will enjoy turning you, although I don't think you would agree with me. Of course, if there is nothing for him to find, you won't last long once your usefulness has run out. I understand Harry and his blood-traitor friend were more than surprised to find out we still had you as our guest. I believe they thought you had escaped already, since you were not here when they popped in for a visit last night."

His words only confirmed what she had been suspecting, that Harry and Ron had been brought to the Manor and had somehow escaped. No wonder he is furious. Is that why Snape came back in the state he did last night? ...I hope the boys are ok.

Voldemort had been watching her face carefully to see if she betrayed anything at this information, and at her thoughtfulness he pushed her head back with his wand so she was looking into his eyes. "Let's see what you have to show me," he crooned, and immediately he ripped into her mind.

At first he seemed content to view the menial tasks she had been forced to do, tasting her irritation ass he completed chores that would have taken a few seconds with a wave of her wand, wasting her talents on mopping and scrubbing. Her longing to bury herself in the stacks of books inhabiting Snape's rooms and frustration at being unable to even read a few words without growing dizzy. Her craving for her wand and her magic.

He caught sight of her watching Snape cautiously as she placed his dinner before him, anxious that he wouldn't be offended by what she'd made and hex her again. He followed that train of thought and she found herself reliving her memories of him, the curses he had cast on her, leering over her as she writhed on the floor in pain. She felt the agony all over again, as Voldemort revelled in the visions he pulled from her. Then he was searching again. She knew what he was looking for now, and tried to slam the door shut on that particular memory, but he found it anyway. He was too strong for her.

He took great delight in watching her terror as she was pushed up against the wall, Snape pressing himself against her, squeezing her breast so hard she cried out in pain. Voldemort enjoyed watching her struggle uselessly against him as he reached down between them to force himself into her. He laughed at her shame and revelled in her feelings of disgust and hate against the man who had done such things to her.

Finally, as her mind was reeling from emotional and physical exhaustion he began to search again. Harry Potter… Where is Harry Potter? What have you been doing all those months in hiding? He whispered softly into her mind. She didn't know, she couldn't find the memory. What was wrong with her? Why could she not remember? He slammed into one memory after another, following paths of thought, constantly looking for a way to uncover what he wanted to know.

Voldemort eventually whipped himself up into a fury when he couldn't find anything, and with a shriek of rage, hurled himself against the wall of nothing in her mind, the void where the memories of the months since last summer should have been. The pain shattered her mind, and everything went white.

Slowly the colour came back into the world, white gradually replaced by grey and black and pain. She became aware of her body again, the ache that permeated every inch of her. She was prostrate on the floor, Voldemort hunched over her clutching his wand to his stomach in pain. He stumbled away, throwing himself into the chair at the top of the table, breathing deeply and watching her as he recovered from the exertion.

She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, not blinking as the tears crept from her eyes and rolled down her face. Eventually Voldemort stood and walked to the pair of double doors he had entered through, waving them open wordlessly, and he left the room.

Hermione lay where she was, unmoving on the floor in an otherwise deserted room. As time passed she was left in silence on the cold floor he eyes slowly drifted closed. Despite the danger of her surroundings she couldn't fight her exhaustion, and she dozed.
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