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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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Low voices eventually reached her, and she stirred slightly but did not open her eyes. She was no longer alone, and listening for a moment she knew who was in the room with her, even though she couldn't hear their words. The smooth, rich tones were those of Snape, while the quiet hissing sound could only be Voldemort. I wish I could hear what they are saying. Keeping as still as she could and fighting to keep her breathing slow and deep she strained to listen. Soon her wish was answered as they moved closer.

"…obviously som…. ….with her memories…. …Potter or Weasl… ….when she was captured… …by herself." Severus voice was low, but becoming clearer by the second.

"No, Severus. I don't think….. ….very skilled at manipulating the mind…. our attack on the Weasley house and her capture have been removed, as have a few selected memories from last year." They were now close enough for her to hear everything. She prayed for them not to notice she had woken up.

Voldemort continued, "I don't believe either of the three could have done this."

"Potter and Weasley no, but Granger herself has had an irritating knack of doing things she shouldn't be able to. I'd put it down to her habit of being an insufferable know-it-all by reading every book she can get her hands on, but right from the beginning she has had little problem with any charms or spells." He paused, "She's always been more than acceptable at potions-making too."

Voldemort chuckled, "Why, Severus. Such praise for one of your students. I take it that by acceptable you actually mean she comes close to your skill level at the same age."

There was no reply to this.

"She is an interesting one. I wonder, do you think she can be turned? Despite her heritage there is always room for someone of such skill and power among my followers. The level of binding it took to subdue her magic was quite impressive, as was that little display earlier. It would be quite a coup to turn one of Harry's best friends to our side."

"There is always a possibility, my Lord, although I'm sure it would not be a quick or simple process. She has a strong emotional connection to both Potter and Weasley, and it may take a lot to convince her to abandon them and support our cause."

"You seem to have a gift for handling her, Severus. If I recall correctly, you used to take a certain pleasure in converting new recruits."

"It did have… some... benefits," Snape drawled lazily.

"So I recall... Severus…"

"My Lord…?"

There was a thump close to her head, and despite herself, Hermione's eyes flicked open. There was a mass of black robes right in front of her. Daringly she lifted her eyes upwards, to find Voldemort bent over a kneeling Snape, their eyes locked on each other, a hideous grin on the former's face. They were both motionless, not blinking, as minutes passed. Hermione was too frightened to move, sure that if she did they would immediately notice her, even though she could guess that Voldemort was reading Snape's memories.

The first warning she had that they were coming out of it was the twitching of Snape's hand that was dangling by his side, close to her. Hermione quickly squeezed her eyes shut, hoping they would still assume her unconscious.

She began to hear movement in front of her. A rustling of robes and a quieter thump of what may have been hands on the floor.

After a few moments Voldemort spoke, "Rise, Severus." There was another rustle. "It seems you have been taking good care of our little mudblood. I quite enjoyed watching her version of the last week a little earlier. I am quite satisfied, although a little surprised that you have not been enjoying her… delights a little more often. Lucius, amongst a few others, have been asking for a turn with her. If you are not interested, maybe I will let them. Of course, I did offer her to you first as a reward for all your good work, but if you do not want her…."

"My Lord, I have been distrac…."

"Yes… yes… This has been a rather… lively week. I will leave her with you then, for now. You are, after all, the one who know her best. Try to turn her. Your knowledge of her will make you far more likely to succeed than anyone else. And continue to search her mind to see if there is anything that was left that we can use to discover what Harry Potter has been up to."

"My Lord, if you wish me to do such a think then I must ask for time, without interference from Lucius or any other unless I ask. I will need to prepare her carefully, and to be exposed to the wrong…stimulus, may ruin everything."

"You may have your time, but it will not be limitless. You will show me how you are progressing, and I still want her brought here when you come. There will be a room where she can be left securely when you bring her. She will see only me unless you have reason to involve others. If, however, you do not seem to be having any success with her, I will have to find another use for her, or get rid of her."

"Yes, my Lord. I will start immediately."

Voldemort chuckled malevolently. "I have a good idea on how to start you off. Go find Lucius and bring him to me. I want to speak to him in private, then I have a few more things to discuss with you concerning your young charges."

There was another rustle as Snape left, and Hermione heard the door click shut quietly. The tension left her body, but still she stayed still, unsure whether it would be safe to move. Slowly, she became aware of a quiet noise coming stealthily closer. Voldemort… he's still here. It took all her control not to flinch as something cold ran down her cheek. There was a soft chuckle and she felt him move away again. There was another noise as the door on the other side of the room to the one Snape had left through closed as well.

Hermione was now sure she was alone, but she didn't want to risk being caught out at hearing the recent conversation. She lay still for some time, thinking about what she had overheard, before she decided to pretend that she was just coming around. She moved slightly, moaning genuinely at the soreness of her cramped muscles. Rolling on to her back, she stretched again and opened her eyes, sitting up suddenly and pretending to be shocked when she saw where she was. Looking round, she realised she really was alone. And after my prize-winning performance too.

Hermione slowly stood up, working her muscles to get full feeling back into them after having been on the floor for so long. She looked round the room inquisitively, having time to observe her surroundings fully for the first time. There was very little in the room besides the table and chairs. There was a large unlit fireplace on one side of the room, but the mantelpiece was empty, as were the walls. What a miserable place.

On the wall opposite the fireplace there were a couple of tall, unadorned windows. Hermione walked over to them and curiously looked outside. The room didn't face the gates though which she had entered earlier that evening, although in the dim light she could see that the formal, boxy gardens that had been on either side of the path continued around to this side of the house. She couldn't make out the wall that surrounded the garden, although she knew it was there, as were countless wards preventing her escape, even if she had her wand.

She stood there for a while, looking up at the sky and pondering her life, such as it was. She worried about what Snape was going to do to her to turn her. She would never do it willingly. He would probably be using dark magic. The thought should have terrified her, but strangely she felt calm. She'd been through so much, and she was still here. Hermione wrapped her calmness around her like a shield. She didn't doubt Snape could do some horrid things to her, but she doubted her could actually convince her to betray her own heritage, and turn against Harry and all her friends.

She was so deep in her own thoughts she never heard the door behind her open and close again. She didn't hear the stealthy footsteps approaching her from behind. A hand went suddenly across her mouth and she tried to scream. There was a blow to her side, and she crumpled to the floor. She looked up, dazed, at the leering face of Lucius Malfoy.
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