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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
I know there are a lot of reviews I haven't yet responded to. I am currently writing the last 2/3 chapters and when I'm done I promise I will reply. There will be around 130 chapters in all.
The room slowly came back into focus around Hermione and she sank back against the stone step, resting her head in her hands. She could remember it all now. All of the horrible time she had spent on the run with the boys, the terror of being caught and held in Malfoy Manor, the relief when Snape had told her he would try to save her. So many of the memories that followed jarred with each other, confusing her. It was almost as if she had been with two different men not just the one, and her own fluctuating emotions for the two of them were such a jumble she was sure she didn't know where to start untangling them.
The sadness she had felt upon waking up the morning after he had obliviated her the final time now made far more sense, as did most of the actions he had taken over the past weeks. There were still plenty of things she didn't understand, though. I suppose I never will now, she thought sadly. She wished she could know what he had thought about her, whether his affections truly lay elsewhere, or if he had ever felt anything for her. But would if have been better to have known he had feelings for me, now he's dead? Maybe it would have been harder, to have found out he felt the same as me, only to have lost him straight away…
But he didn't feel the same, remember... the moment he got the promise he needed to control you he was no longer interested. All those nights… he couldn't have been able to lie further away from you if he'd tried. If he'd wanted you he could have had you… At least all those duelling lessons he'd given her had come in useful. For the first time ever she'd been even more capable at fighting than Harry, although she had noticed more than a few raised eyebrows, from witches and wizards on both sides, at her use of some of the darker spells she now knew.
She'd saved more than a few lives in the battle against Voldemort's forces, she was sure, and in her mind the end justified the means. Why else would he have taught me those things? He knew this fight was coming, that I would have to face the other Death-Eaters. It wasn't to protect him or their future children, as she'd supposed when he'd first started teaching her. It was so she could help Harry to finish Voldemort once and for all.
Our children… She'd never told him how much the idea had actually appealed to her… still did, actually. They'd never spoken of that night again, except to talk about the order she had been given concerning Harry, of course. The idea of having his children, of doing what was necessary to produce said children… Perhaps she was slightly more sure of her feelings than she had thought after all. Not that it matters now… She sighed and opened her eyes.
The figure standing in front of her made her squeal with fright. "Harry! Don't scare me like that! Why didn't you say something instead of sneaking up on me?"
"I did. You didn't hear me." He slumped down on the step next to her, looking utterly dejected. He glanced across at her. "What's the matter? Why are you crying?"
"I am?" She touched her fingers to her cheeks and found he was right. "Oh, it's nothing." She wiped the tears away with a quick swipe of her sleeve. "What about you Harry? You look like you've seen a ghost." She wasn't lying. Harry was pale, his eyes glassy and unfocused.
I… I guess I have." He paused for a moment, staring off into the distance. "Hermione… do you think it hurts? Dying, I mean."
"I don't know, Harry. I think…. maybe it's different for each person." She laid her hand on his arm. "Why do you ask?"
"It's just… the memories…" He shook his head. "Snape… he was on our side all this time, you know."
She ducked her head and smiled sadly. "I did… or at least I found out recently anyway." Funny, she'd thought her vow would have prevented her from replying. Maybe it didn't matter anymore, or maybe it didn't count because Harry knew already.
"He… he was looking out for me all this time. Dumbledore…"
He looked up suddenly, and she followed his gaze to the empty portrait on the opposite wall. Coward!
"… he ordered Snape to kill him, to make Voldemort trust him completely. I can't believe Dumbledore would be able to ask him to do such a horrible thing." He dropped his head into his hands.
"I know, Harry. It was an awful thing for him to force Professor Snape to do, but perhaps there was no other way." She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and leaned against him.
"I can't believe I feel bad for Snape," Harry whispered. "I feel terrible he's dead, and he'll never know…" he trailed off.
"Know what, Harry?"
"There was something else Dumbledore asked Snape to do…" Harry spoke more quietly now, and Hermione was sure she knew what was coming. "He told him what really happened the night my parents died… what happened to Voldemort. Or at least, a part of him."
He pulled back from Hermione a little so he could look into her eyes. His own were solemn and determined, and she knew then that she would not have to lead him to his death. He would go himself to face Voldemort, knowing what must happen.
"Hermione, I… I have to let him kill me. My scar… I'm a horcrux too. Just me and the snake, now.
She didn't know what to say, so instead of speaking only held him tighter. There was silence for a few moments, then Harry lifted his head from where he'd rested it on hers.
"You… you don't seem very surprised about all this." He sat up straight again. "You knew, didn't you?"
She grimaced as she answered. "Yes, I knew."
"But how could he… I was there…" suspicion dawned in his eyes. "You knew when you appeared in the Room of Requirement earlier, didn't you. Or have you known for longer?" He sounded hurt. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I couldn't, Harry, I had orders. Snape wanted to tell you himself. He never outright told me why Voldemort had to kill you. I guessed a few weeks ago when I was trying to figure out what the remaining horcruxes might be, but it wasn't until Snape told me either to bring you to him, or if that was impossible to make sure you faced Voldemort that I was sure."
"So you knew all this time that Snape was good? But you said that you were with McGonagall. Did she know?"
"Harry, it's all so complicated and would take far too long to explain properly now. Snape managed to get me away from Voldemort and helped me, but for most of the time I didn't realise that he was on our side. McGonagall only found out a couple of weeks ago. This evening, Snape somehow knew you were going to arrive before you did, and gave me instructions to follow, including taking you to Voldemort if he couldn't tell you what to do."
"Then what was the time-turner for?" Harry asked, frowning. "When I saw him give it to you I thought perhaps he'd told you to use it to take me back to speak to him."
"What do you mean? He never…"
"I saw him, it was right at the end of the memories he gave me, barely a few seconds… You were both standing just outside this office, when he… he kissed you… here." Harry pointed to his forehead. He slipped it into your pocket, you had your eyes closed."
Hermione scrabbled around in her pockets, and felt her fingers close over the cool metal of the time-turner.
Harry continued, "You looked like you wanted him to… well… kiss you, Hermione. What's going on? Why did Snape kiss you? I mean, I know he was good after all, but well… it doesn't seem like Snape to be affectionate with anyone."
But Hermione was barely listening, her mind whirring as she gazed down at the small device she had just pulled out of her pocket. Was it possible? Had he known? He knew Harry was coming before he did… the way he spoke… he seemed to know a lot of what was to happen…
…mione…?" A hand on her arm made her jump.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I've got to go." She lifted the chain over her head
"Go where…? What do you mean?"
"I've got to go back. He needs me…"
"I'll come with you."
"No, Harry. I need to do this by myself. Besides, it's too dangerous for you to go. What if something happened and you couldn't get to Voldemort." She looked up at the clock and calculated the amount of turns she needed to make on the time-turner. "I'll be back before you know it, Harry. I promise." She patted his arm reassuringly and then quickly turned the dial, not giving him chance to argue.
Time began to fly backwards, and, suddenly anxious about what she was doing she squeezed her eyes shit. Oh Gods, I'm going to see him again… what do I say? I can't tell him what's going to happen to him, he might not be able to stand there and take it like he did. What do I tell him?"
She'd never travelled backwards in time with her eyes closed before, but she could feel when she'd arrived. There was the strange sensation of being suspended in the air for a moment then time began to tick forward again. She stood for a moment longer with her eyes closed, before daring to open one.
She could have cried with delight. He was sitting behind his desk, reading the papers that were sat in front of him. It was such a familiar scene to her that it seemed as if the horrors of the past few hours had never happened. Well they haven't yet… He hadn't noticed her presence yet, so she took a step forward, dragging the chain from around her neck as she moved and tucking the device in her pocket.
Suddenly he seemed to realise he was not alone, and in one swift movement he had stood, and his wand was pointing directly at her. The look of astonishment on his face as he realised made her want to laugh.
"You… How did you get in here?"
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