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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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Hermione was almost too scared to breathe in case it was heard, and was sure the pounding of her heart was going to give her location away, despite the fact she'd cast a silencing charm around herself. She'd also made use of the cover of an old broken table that stood in one corner, leaning haphazardly against the wall that was likely the only thing holding it upright.
She'd chosen this particular spot because it was close to where Snape would fall, and the table provided enough protection that she could be sure neither of the two men currently occupying the room with her would knock into her. It wasn't the most comfortable place to have been curled up in for so long, but she hadn't been able to think of anywhere else to hide. She was scared blind she would be discovered, even though she knew that she'd not been, since her past self was now hiding on the other side of the wall. Still, she couldn't help but squeeze her eyes close in fear every time Voldemort's gaze swept over her corner.
Hermione could see the expression on Snape's face as he spoke this time. He seemed not to be able to take his eyes off the snake that spun lazily in its cage above his head, and she could read the tension in his body in the way that he held himself. His unease was making her nervous and she had to fight to still the fingers that were picking at the cork of one of the potions she had placed in her lap ready to be used.
Snape turned slightly as Voldemort passed behind him, and for a moment Hermione could see his face fully. Perhaps another person would have though his face to be expressionless, but she knew from the subtle differences she had come to learn over the past weeks with him that he was scared, and yet there seemed to be a trace of resignation in his eyes and in his demeanour.
Does he know something? she thought again. Surely if he had known he would have avoided coming here. She watched as his eyes flicked back up to the snake for a moment, and the tiny flash of emotion that crossed his face, as well as the momentary tightening of his fists gave her an answer. He knows… he knows the snake is going to attack him. Oh Gods…, she realised suddenly, her stomach tightening so hard she thought she might be sick. He thinks he's going to die.
So many of his earlier words and actions suddenly made sense. The way he had kissed her in the lab before leaving, it had been his way of saying goodbye. And earlier… or later in his case, when he had apologised for his actions and told her to keep herself safe, before sweetly kissing her on the forehead. She remembered with a pang how he'd also mentioned his own death. He knew, and still he came. But why? He could have saved himself.
A heart-breaking thought occurred to her. Perhaps he thinks he has nothing to live for. He feels so guilty about what he has done in the past, to me and to so many others. Maybe he believes dying is his only option. Does he think he doesn't deserve to live? Suddenly the potions in her lap seemed a hundred time as heavy, weighing her down. Does he even want to live? Then, another, even more morose thought… Am I not enough for him? Perhaps I was wrong about how he felt about me. Maybe what we did earlier meant nothing more to him than just one last fling before he dies.
She picked one potion up and considered it, doubt over her chosen course of action assailing her. Her thoughts flashed back to all those moments when he had pushed her away and rejected her. Perhaps I shouldn't save him… No! Whatever he's done, he deserves a chance, even if he doesn't believe so himself. I can't let him die, I don't want him to die… even if he doesn't want me…
The desperation in Snape's voice drew her attention back to the conversation.
"Let me go and find the boy, my Lord. Let me bring him to you. I know I can…"
For a moment Hermione wondered why he was so desperate to leave if he already knew he was to die here. Then she remembered she'd not told him how Harry had found out what he needed to know. He think he still needs to get to Harry first… I don't think he realises it's going to happen now. But she knew from her memory of the conversation between the two men that the moment she was dreading was approaching quickly now. She was also aware of the fact that her past self as well as her friends had arrived in the shack a minute or so ago, and were now listening to the conversation on the other side of the wall.
"My wand of yew did everything of which I asked it, Severus, except to kill Harry Potter. Twice it failed. Ollivander told me under torture of the twin cores, told me to take another's wand. I did so, but Lucius's wand shattered upon meeting Potter's."
Hermione silently placed the phial she was holding back in her lap and picked up the Draught of the Living Death. She uncorked it at set it down carefully beside her before opening the anti-venom. She kept hold of the second potion in one hand and pulled her wand out from her sleeve, before falling motionless again as she waited breathlessly for the dreaded moment to arrive.
"Perhaps you already know it? You are a clever man after all, Severus. You have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret what must happen."
"My Lord…"
Hermione's stomach was roiling with the anticipation, and she could see her hands trembling as she held tightly to the objects in them. Oh gods, oh gods, don't let me fuck this up! She knew she had to time it perfectly for it to work.
"The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. While you live, Severus, the Elder Wand cannot truly be mine."
"My Lord!"
She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see what happened next. She'd seen it once before and she couldn't stand to watch it again, not after what she had learned in the meantime, not after what they had shared. I think I'm going to be sick… Get a grip for god's sake!
"It cannot be any other way. I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand, and I master Potter at last."
She heard Snape's quiet gasp as Voldemort's wand swiped the air, splitting his skin.
"Kill!" she heard Voldemort hiss.
Hermione shoved the hand that held her wand into her mouth as she heard the snake strike Snape again and again. She was barely aware of the pain as she bit into a finger, or of the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. Even though she'd known what was coming it hadn't prepared her to relive this moment yet again. She was sure she would never forget the horrible sound that had come from Snape's shredded throat.
"I regret it," she heard a cold voice say.
She forced her eyes open, knowing that her moment had come. Snape lay less than a metre from her, slumped against the wall, the blood pooling around him, and she swallowed the cry that threatened to burst from her mouth. She needed to concentrate and focus on the spell or it would not work. As Voldemort gathered the snake and disappeared with a pop she pointed her wand at the open neck of the phial in her hand and whispered the incantation with an accompanying swirl and flick towards Snape's prone body.
"Ad ventriculum libera."
The anti-venom disappeared, and she could only hope that it had reappeared where she had intended, in Snape's stomach. She sent up a quick prayer of thanks to whoever had taken the time to create a spell to make it easier to give unconscious patients their potions as she placed the empty phial down beside her and picked up the Draught of Living Death. If she had performed the charm correctly the anti-venom should now be working, but Snape was still slowly bleeding out. The healing potions and dittany she had in her lap would deal with that once she was along with him. She was so intent on her task that she almost jumped when Harry raced into the room, Ron and Luna hot on his heels.
Harry immediately knelt down to press his hand to the gushing wound at Snape's neck, and Hermione felt a wave of affection for her friend as he tried to help the man who had seemingly done so much evil. Then her past self entered the room, gasping in horror at the scene before her. Hermione watched as she froze, and remembered how she'd been unable to move to help, despite wanting to at the time. But I'm making up for it now… I hope. Hermione prepared to repeat the medical charm. This part was tricky, the timing had to be perfect. Putting the potion directly into the stomach meant it was absorbed very quickly and she had to choose the moment just right.
"Take… it… take… it," Snape was saying, waving weakly at the silver tears glistening on his cheek.
Hermione watched again as Harry collected the memories using the phial that Luna had produced, her wand hovering over the open phial in her hand. He looked down at the liquid pooling in the bottom as if uncertain what to make of it.
"Look at me," Snape whispered, his face turned away from the girl hiding under the table, who quickly whispered the incantation as her wand moved. Harry did as asked. "You have your mother's eyes…"
Hermione frowned. She hadn't remembered his last words until now. What do they mean? She'd never really considered that he might have known Harry's mother, although it seemed obvious to her now. But why is he bothered about the shape of her eyes...?
All thoughts off Harry's mother fled her mind as Snape's body sank back against the wall, his head falling to one side, seemingly dead. Hermione put the empty phial down and grabbed the ones in her lap, preparing to rush to his side.
"We need to go," her past self cried, and fled, the anguish in her eyes clear. Her friends glanced at each other worriedly before following her out of the room, Harry giving Snape one final glance before he disappeared.
Hermione waited the barest moment before throwing off the cloak. Scrambling next to him, she wrenched the stopper out of the healing draught. "Ad ventriculum libera," she whispered again, flicking her wand toward him. Gods, I hope I've done it right. The wounds were still seeping, more slowly than before, but at least it gave her some hope that his heart was still pumping. He needs more healing potions… why didn't I grab more than one?
Dropping the phial, she pulled his head into her lap, pulling at the collar of his clothes to try and get to his neck. They looked awful. He'd lost so much blood and she only had the dittany left. "Please, Severus," she was sobbing. "Don't leave me, I need you, please…" She opened the dittany and began to pour it over the open wounds, reaching out to rub it in as best as she could. Slowly, under her fingers, the wounds finally began to knit together. I need more potions, what the hell was I thinking? She cradled his head in her arms as she whispered, "Don't worry, I'm not finished yet. I'll look after you, I promise. I just need to get you back to your rooms. "
Remembering her plan suddenly, she called out. "Tiggy!"
With a small pop, the elf appeared, wringing her hands in worry as she took in the state of the dark wizard sprawled out on the floor, and the witch holding on to him as if her life depended on it.
"Take us back to the castle, please. To his bedroom," Hermione cried before the elf could speak.
Without a word the elf reached out, laying one hand on Hermione's arm and the other on Snape's shoulder, and with a shark crack, they disappeared.
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