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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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They reappeared in the middle of Snape's bed, and immediately Tiggy began to wail in grief, sinking to her knees beside Snape's prone body. He looked ashen and grey. Like death, she thought worriedly.
"Tiggy, stop crying," Hermione snapped, the stress of the situation fraying at her temper. The elf quietened immediately. "He's not dead! At least, I don't think…" She gently lifted his head off her lap and scooted out from under him. He was lying across the large bed at an angle so she pulled a pillow down under his head before laying it down, taking care not to move his neck too much.
She moved around to his side and leaned over him, pressing her ear to his chest. For a moment she could hear nothing, but just as she was starting to panic over the lack of a heartbeat she heard a quiet thud-thud. She let out a sigh of relief, but stayed where she was for a few more moment until she had heard his heart beating a few more times. It was very slow, but she hoped that was just the Draught of Living Death that was causing it to be so, as it was basically just a very strong sleeping potion.
She was just about to jump off the bed to grab some more potions when a voice she remembered from before rang through the castle, shocking her into stillness once more. She covered her ears, but it didn't seem to help to cut out the noise.
"You have fought valiantly, Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. Lord Voldemort is merciful I command my forces to retreat, immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured."
It felt like there were shards of glass stabbing into her with every word. She could see Tiggy shaking as she crouched next to Snape, but she seemed to look angry, rather than terrified. Hermione tried to move, but her body didn't seem to want to. She desperately wanted to continue treating Snape, terrified that he would die while she was petrified.
"I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every man, woman and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour."
The moment the voice faded out her frozen muscles came back to life and she darted off the bed towards the door to the lab.
"Tiggy, can you get him out of those clothes and into bed, please," she called over her shoulder to the elf. The sight and smell of the blood was starting to turn her stomach, and she was sure she wouldn't want to wake up in the ripped and filthy clothing he was now lying in.
The lab was just as she'd left it an hour or so ago. Flinging the cupboards open she started rooting through for anything that could help. They were well organised, so she quickly found 2 phials of blood replenisher, as well as another couple of healing potions. What she wouldn't find, however, was a phial of the Wiggenweld potion, the antidote to the Draught of the Living Death that was keeping Snape asleep. It was a problem that would have to wait for later.
Back in the bedroom, she quickly used the charm to once again transfer one phial of the blood replenisher into his stomach, followed by a healing potion. Tiggy had managed to remove all of Snape's clothes and now had him straightened up under the blanket with his head on the pillows. Hermione sat down beside him and placed her ear to his chest. She couldn't be certain, but it seemed to her that his heart was beating a little stronger, although still at the same steady pace.
Looking up at his face she saw some of the colour had returned to his skin, and he no longer looked like death. Maybe death warmed up… she thought morosely. It was clear that her efforts had paid of somewhat at least, although it would be hard to tell exactly how well until she gave him the antidote for the draught.
With his heartbeat so slow, it was almost like he was in some kind of suspended animation. His blood was circulating so slowly round his body that the spread of the venom as well as the healing potions would have been reduced. Hermione wasn't sure how the healing potions reacted with the body, and perhaps it didn't need pumping round his body to take effect, but snake's venom would have directly affected the blood, turning it to sludge in his veins. She wouldn't know for sure if the anti-venom had worked until he woke up. …and what if he doesn't wake up…
Hermione reached out to grab the cold hand that was lying stiffly by his side. "Severus," she whispered, using her other hand to brush back a lock of hair from his forehead. "…don't leave me, please be ok." His name still sound odd in her mouth, though she could vaguely remember calling it out in supplication back in the Shrieking Shack. Her fingers continued to move across his face. Snape's expression now was one of peace, many of the harsh lines that had seemed to be ever present smoothed out somewhat.
Her fingers trailed down his cheek to his jaw, and she gingerly touched his throat. Tiggy had cleaned him of blood, and she could clearly see the partly healed red slashes the snake's fangs had ripped in his neck. It must have been such agony for him… and yet he was still able to think clearly enough to give Harry his memories. Hermione buried her face in his chest as the tears began to silently run down her cheeks. Oh Gods, Severus, it was so horrible…
A few moments later a gentle touch on her shoulder made her jump and she looked up blearily to find Tiggy standing over her on the bed, her eyes big and mournful.
"What can Tiggy do to help Sir?" She twisted her tea towel dress in her fists anxiously.
"Oh… uh…" Hermione sat up and wiped her face. It took a few moments before she could reply, composing herself quickly as she debated her next step. Come on Hermione, you've not got the time to go to pieces… "Well, I need to leave for a moment, so can you just watch and make sure he is as comfortable as he can be." She couldn't actually think of anything the elf could actually do, except to wait with Snape so he wasn't alone.
Once Tiggy had agreed, Hermione went in search of a book in Snape's library that contained the instructions for the Wiggenweld potion. She'd never made it before, although she'd read about it, of course, and from what she could remember, it wasn't a particularly difficult potion to brew. Since Snape didn't have any in his stores she would have to make it herself, and she didn't trust her memory enough to make it without instructions.
It took her a few minutes to find the correct book, and by the time she finished reading through the method she knew she wouldn't have the time to brew the potion before she had to meet Harry. Looking up at the library clock she estimated that there was little more than 15 minutes before she had used the time-turner to go back. She needed to be ready to enter Snape's office at the same time. No matter how much she wanted to stay with Snape, she owed it to her friend to stand by him and support him as he prepared to go to his own death. Waking him up would have to wait until after the battle.
Snapping the book shut, she returned quickly to the bedroom, where she arranged for to Tiggy to watch over him until she returned, and to find her if there was a problem. Hermione then spent a few minutes setting up the lab to make the Wiggenweld potion as soon as she came back. Before she left the lab she grabbed an empty phial and filled it with a few choice memories. She left Tiggy with a few last minute instructions on what to do if something happened to her during the battle, and a list of people the elf could go to for help. The memories were left by the side of Snape's bed, in case Tiggy needed some help in convincing someone to aid the much-hated headmaster.
Hermione grabbed the cloak that Tiggy had draped carefully over a chair, and threw it over one arm. Stroking the material softly she considered. Should she tell Harry what she had done? Better not. If Voldemort finds out Severus is not dead he might coming looking for him. Her eyes darted to the unnaturally still form lying on the bed. She couldn't risk it. She'd worked too hard to save him. Hermione did so hate lying to Harry though, and Merlin knew she'd done enough of that today already.
She needed to go, but now the moment had come she found she didn't want to leave. She stepped up to the side of the bed and looked down at him silently for a moment. Tiggy seemed to understand her hesitation, for she jumped up to stand on the bed next to Hermione and tugged gently on her jumper.
"Don't worry, Miss. Tiggy knows how to look after sir. Tiggy will make sure Sir is safe and well."
She tore her eyes away from the pale face on the pillow and smiled down at the earnest one looking up at her. "Thank you Tiggy. He's in the best hands, I'm sure."
Tiggy beamed up at her as if she'd given her a huge present, before shuffling off to straighten the blankets. Hermione turned back to Snape, steeling herself to leave him, as the horrible feeling that she had somehow failed him burned in her veins. Bending down, she pressed a kiss first to his lips, then another, lingering one to his forehead, trying to ignore how cold his skin felt. I'll be back. It'll all be ok… I love you, she thought. Trailing a finger down his cheek one last time, she took a deep breath before turning and leaving the room without another look.
Creeping quietly down the hall she came to the closed door to Snape's office. She reached out to turn the handle slowly and pushed the door open a tiny crack, so she could peer down into the room below. Hermione could just make out herself sitting on the step before the large wooden desk, facing away from where she stood now. She watched as her past self picked up a phial from beside her and used her wand to place her memory back in her head. She stiffened for a moment, before sinking back against the step and dropping her head in her hands.
At the same time Harry appeared out of the pensieve, wide eyed and grave. For a few moments he stared vacantly at nothing, before giving himself a small shake and turning round to look at the figure on the steps. His forehead furrowed in concern as he took in her state, and he slowly crossed the room to stand in front of her. With only the slightest gap to peek through Hermione didn't hear what he said to her, although a few moments later when her past self looked up and jumped in shock she heard herself squeal.
"Harry! Don't scare me like that! Why didn't you say something instead of sneaking up on me?"
Harry's reply was barely audible as he sat down next to her, and for the next couple of minutes Hermione strained to hear any of the conversation between the two of them, instead having to watch as they comforted each other with quiet words and gestures. She recognised the moment Harry told her about being a horcrux, and her lack of reaction led to the realisation that she had already known and not told him.
A few moments later her past self was scrabbling in her pockets for the time-turner, hope blossoming on her face as she gazed down at the device in her hands. Harry was still talking, but it wasn't until he laid a hand on her arm that she heard him.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I've got to go," Hermione heard faintly.
"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. I'll be back before you know it, Harry. I promise."
The time-turner was around her neck now, and quickly she turned the dial and disappeared before Harry had time to convince her to take him too. He was left staring at the stop where she'd disappeared, but after the disbelief had worn off he turned and looked at the entrance back into the castle as if waiting for something.
By this time Hermione had pushed the door silently open and descended the stairs to stand nervously behind him.
"Harry…?"
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