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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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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

So I'm going with the film version of the final confrontation between Voldemort and Harry, as it suits my purposes better, although I may swipe a few moments from the books. I'm not going through the whole thing as we all know what happens, but in the book Harry tells Voldy about Snape in front of everyone, whereas in the film Snape's feelings for Lily are not really announced.
It was over.
As the last sounds of the battle faded around her, she looked around the ruin that was the Great Hall. The last few Death Eaters that had continued to fight after Voldemort had died were being rounded up and brought to the middle of the room.
Ron, Luna, Neville and herself had raced back into the thick of the fighting almost as soon as Neville had decapitated the snake. They had left the engorged body where it had fallen on the staircase and gone to help their friends, but it hadn't been long after they entered the hall before she'd felt a strange surge of power wash over her. From the sudden lull in the fighting she'd assumed everyone else had felt it too. The moan from the Death-Eater in from of her had been mirrored by others around the room as they had clutched at their arms, and suddenly Hermione had known what had happened. Voldemort was dead.
Of course that had not been the end of it, and after a few moments of shock everyone had eagerly set to subduing the remaining dark wizards. Some had given up immediately, disheartened by the death of their leader as well as the overwhelming number against them. Others, perhaps spurred on by previous memories of Azkaban, or the knowledge of what would happen to them, had fought harder than before and killed or taken down several more of the castle's defenders before being brought down themselves.
As the last one was felled a cheer went up around the room, intensifying as Harry appeared in the doorway. Hermione was one of the first to move, racing across the room, her friends close behind her. Grabbing Harry, she pulled him into a hug, and moments later Ginny's arms snuck under hers to loop around Harry's waist, before Ron's larger ones crashed around the whole group.
They all held onto each other tightly for a few moments, unable to speak as the noise swelled around them. Then the crowd descended upon them, pulling the group apart as they were jostled with pats on the back and eager congratulations. Soon Hermione found herself lost in the sea of well-wishers, unable to see Harry as the crowd around him was thickest. Suddenly claustrophobic surround by so many people pushing and shoving after weeks of quiet and solitude, Hermione pushed her way to the edge of the crowd.
Looking back she could just about make out Harry in the middle now, and she was struck with the same amazement that she had felt before when he had jumped out of Hagrid's arms, to the dismay of Voldemort and his supporters, and the delight of everyone else. How did he survive? Did Snape know this would happen? But why wouldn't he have said something if he had? She was eager to know the story, but there were more important things to do first.
Not far from where she stood, Ron also pushed his way out, and with a bashful grin at her, quickly made his way to where Luna was standing, watching everyone with a dreamy smile, and pulled her in for a kiss that she returned enthusiastically.
Hermione smiled at the sight, surprised to find herself completely unaffected by the sight. Ron just wasn't who she wanted anymore, and she was sure that Luna would be a far better match for him than she ever would. There was only one man she wanted, and he was currently unconscious in a room near the top of the castle, waiting for her to revive him. She looked past the couple to where Mr and Mrs Weasley were standing with their arms around each other, watching the celebrations with sad smiles. There's no point raising their hopes yet, Hermione though, unsure if her earlier efforts had paid off.
With one last look around the hall she left, sure that in all the commotion she wouldn't be missed for some time. Unsure of how Snape would be received by so many who had seen only the bad, especially over the last year, she didn't want to alert anyone as to his presence in the castle. Whatever his condition, however, upon waking up, she resolved to speak to McGonagall, as the only person besides Harry who understood what had really been going on, and see what advice she had as to how to proceed.
There were many people in the areas around the hall, and as she walked quickly through the corridors and up towards the top of the castle she met the occasional person tiredly making their way down. The halls around the headmaster's office were silent except for the sound of her footsteps. The piles of rubble and chipped stone were absent here, so far from where the main fighting had taken place, and the emptiness and quiet seemed almost oppressive after the noise of the battle. Hermione peeked around, half sure someone was watching her, although the presence didn't seem threatening.
She reached the statue that guarded the steps up to Snape's office. She now remembered hearing it close behind her as she'd left under Harry's cloak on the way to the Shrieking Shack earlier. She reached a hand out towards the statue. How am I supposed to get in? Severus didn't use a password earlier. But before her fingers could touch the cold stone it began to move, the phoenix turning to allow her access. After a moment of frozen surprise she quickly jumped onto the ascending staircase, and began taking the steps up two at a time in her eagerness to return to Snape.
Carelessly throwing the door at the top open she raced into his office, feeling the gentle tingle of his wards wash over her as she crossed the threshold. A few moments later she was rushing down the hall towards his bedroom, her heart pounding in anticipation of what she would find. He's got to be ok, Tiggy never came to get me…
Hermione added the last of the salamander blood with one hand as she continued to stir the potion with the other. She watched as slowly the colour turned from pink to green, and she heaved a sigh of relief. Perfect first time. Luckily she'd brewed it once before, in her 6th year, and while her own potion had been acceptable, she'd kept one eye on Harry as he'd followed the scribbled notes in his textbook. Now that she knew that the amendments to the potions had been made by Severus she felt confident in following them, and had used her impressive memory to recall the few changes to the potion that had been suggested. She had berated Harry every single time he'd deviated from the original method after all, so it hadn't been all that difficult to remember.
The brew had only taken her around forty-five minutes to make, and had turned out far better than her first attempt. Turning off the heat under that cauldron with a wave of her wand she reached for the two empty phials she'd set out on the bench, before double checking the method for the correct dosage. The potion needed to cool for two minutes before bottling, so she glanced up at the clock set on the wall to mark the time. The seconds seemed to stretch on and on, and unconsciously she began to drum her fingers lightly on the worktop as she waited, impatient to get back to the man lying in the next room.
She'd found him as well as he could be, tended by an anxious and jittery Tiggy, who'd been so overjoyed by her safe return that she'd burst into tears, launching herself at Hermione's legs and holding on tight as Hermione had tried to check on Snape's condition. In the end she'd had to make up some jobs for the elf to do to get her to move, and Tiggy had immediately disappeared to carry out her tasks. A cold platter of food now waited for her in the bedroom, although she'd been too fixated on the potion to give another thought to her growing stomach. Hopefully the elf was making herself useful rustling up food for the other survivors, although Hermione had warned her she may call for her again at any time.
Finally the second hand on the clock ticked past the two minute mark, and quickly she ladled the correct amount of the potion into each phial, corking only one of them. Carrying both she left the lab, her heart in her mouth now the moment of truth had come. Did I do enough…?
Placing the corked phial carefully on the table she looked across to where Snape lay. She hated how still he was, he reminded her all too much of the lifeless bodies of the dead that had been left where they'd fallen. She couldn't even pretend to herself that he was only sleeping, for there wasn't even the tell-tale movement of his chest rising and falling to help her. The dark room suddenly appeared to close in around her, and for a few heartbeats the silence seemed to be the deathly quiet of a tomb.
He's not dead… Hermione let out the ragged breath she'd been holding, and the noise of it shattered the illusion she'd created for herself. She stepped across the room and lowered herself onto the bed beside Snape, leaning over him and gently smoothing her hand over his hair as she bolstered her courage. Biting her lip she sent up one last prayer to whoever was listening, and pulled out her wand.
"Ad ventriculum libera." Impulsively she pressed her lips to his, in imitation of the wizard who had woken the princess in the story.
Sitting back, she breathlessly looked for some sign of life, but Snape was just as pale and motionless as before. Just as she was starting to panic over the lack of response there was a low gasping sound deep in Snape's throat, and suddenly he began to breathe, his lungs pulling in the air unsteadily, and at the sight it was all she could do to blink back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her.
"Oh Gods, Severus," she whispered, grabbing his hand with hers instead of throwing herself across his chest as she wished to do. "I'm here, come back to me." She squeezed his hand gently and watched his face to see if he was waking up, but for a minute all that happened was that his chest moved up and down shallowly. She began to worry that his breathing did not seem to be improving and soon was on the verge for shouting for Tiggy in the hopes that she could fetch either Madame Pomphrey or McGonagall, the need for secrecy shattered by her fear that he would not live.
Then, suddenly, his hand twitched in hers. She glanced down in surprise, half sure that the movement was merely just wishful thinking on her part. But then he moved again, his fingers curling round hers for a moment and a sudden warmth seemed to spread through her. Hermione's gaze returned quickly to his face, to find his eyes, tired and heavy with confusion, fixed on hers.
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