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Secretly Slytherin	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 14: What’s My Lie?
There was a low, rumbling sound in her ears that Helena gradually realized was coming from the sound of her own heart thumping so loudly that she swore the beat was beginning to make her head throb. She had immediately placed the note the Severus had given her face down on her desk, and he had returned to his own seat, without another word. He opened up his grade book and began to move his quill over it, ostensibly to write down marks. At the same time she took great care to begin taking out all her books and supplies, rearranging them, and putting them back into the book bag. carefully making sure the note was well-hidden within a book when she did so. Her vision seemed to be strangely tunneled, as if her brain was so overwhelmed that it could not process more than a scant inch or two of the visual data it was being sent. Perhaps it was because her mind was quite busy trying to follow some of the thousand different pathways that she was surmising might be the cause and outcome of the summons. In the end, she admitted, the main thing that kept echoing in her head was:
Dumbledore knows. Dumbledore knows. Dumbledore knows.
She cursed silently at the inane students who were taking so long to finish cleaning their stupid cauldrons. She glanced up at Severus, wondering why he was not goading them into moving faster with a quick lashing of his tongue. But, it seemed that his mind too was working feverishly away upon a thousand different scenarios, and he was probably too busy just trying to keep his face calm and emotionless to waste energy on a verbal tirade.
Finally, the last of the students wandered out of the class, the last of them giving a curious look at Helena as she remained in her seat.
The last student at the door paused uncertainly, and inquired: "Should I close the door, Professor Snape?"
He started visibly and looked uncomprehendingly at the girl for a moment, and then scowled and nodded his head. The door was shut quietly, and immediately Helena opened her mouth to speak, but before the words came out of her mouth Snape muttered: "Wait!" and drew his wand out of his pocket. Pointing it at the door, she heard a soft click. He let the wand drop to his desk and he sat back, closing his eyes and rubbing at his temples with his fingers.
Helena bit her lip and stared at him for a moment. Then, she pushed herself unto her none-too-steady legs and approached the desk.
"Severus?" she whispered. She spoke so quietly, she wondered if he had heard her.
He had. A loud snort of disapproval was her response.
It did not dissuade. She caught her breath and placed both of her hands on his desk, leaning towards him.
"I will tell him whatever you want me to say."
His eyes flew open and he glared at her sardonically. "I beg your pardon?"
She shrugged in a self-mocking way. "You know I can come up with a lie for just about anything. And I will. But, we have to figure out the best way to get you out of this."
"And save your own skin at the same time, no doubt," he added, his tone harsh and derisive.
She laughed. "Well, not that I wouldn’t mind that….."
He snorted again.
"But, I do admit you have the bigger problem."
"Indeed?"
"Yes. I might end up getting kicked out of here, but the bigger story will be that a teacher was dismissed for seducing a student."
"You sound as if you can already see the headlines in the ‘Daily Prophet’?"
"Can’t you?"
He grunted.
She paused, her fingers drumming nervously against the edge of his desk. She looked at his face and tried to fathom what emotions where lurking beneath the surface. Screwing up her courage, she took a deep breath and spoke again: "And, I know you can’t tell me all that’s been going on. But, there has to be some reason why you’ve been at this post for so many years. It entails something to do with the trust Dumbledore has in you, and I think….."
He looked at her coldly.
"I think, whatever it is you’re doing here, your life might be in danger if you don’t have the protection of Hogwarts and its headmaster behind you."
Which could mean either that she knew he was a double agent, or that she suspected Voldemort only found him of use as long as he was close enough to Dumbledore to feed him important information. "You’re being melodramatic."
"I don’t think so. At the very least, if you were forced to leave Hogwarts I think you will be compelled to do other things that you really don't want to do."
He made no answer to that, and they sat silently for a moment. Then Helena spoke again.
"But, perhaps Dumbledore thinks that YOU’RE too valuable to his plans to dismiss you?" she added hopefully.
He laughed shortly. That again could mean she either suspected he was a double agent for Dumbledore, or that Dumbledore was a doddering old fool who didn’t know the true nature of his Potion’s Master.
"I will freely admit that Albus has bent more than his fair share of rules in his life, with his eyesight firmly set on greater good to be gained rather than an arbitrary decision based on what is supposed to be ‘right’ and ‘wrong’. But, in certain matters, he is implacable."
He sighed and closed his eyes again. "He might, possibly, be willing to forgive me for the original seduction. Because there were reasons behind it that even you do not know."
"Because I would be danger if you told me."
He nodded. "But, he would have expected me to confide in him much earlier. And he certainly will not forgive me for continuing the affair of my own volition."
"But, I can make sure that he understands it was voluntary on my part. And stress that I am eighteen. Maybe even say I purposely seduced you."
He opened his eyes and regarded her mockingly. "None of those are acceptable excuses for my behavior. A teacher is not allowed to indulge in sexual intercourse with a student under any circumstances," he finished, dryly.
She drummed her fingers again and thought. "But, maybe we’re wrong….."she hesitated.
He looked at her quizzically.
"Maybe we’re jumping to conclusions here," she murmured thoughtfully. Her eyes were sharp and cunning. She looked back at him. "Is this really the way that Dumbledore would handle the situation if he thought we were having an affair?"
Snape gave the question some thought. "Only if he already had definite, hard evidence that we are," he concluded.
"What do you mean?"
He looked up at her. "If it is simply someone coming to him with accusations or insinuations, I do think he would have requested a meeting with me first," he replied, slowly. "Called me into his office and mentioned that there were some unsettling rumors flying about, and given me a chance to either come clean or deny it." His eyes suddenly flickered.
*** Which is what he might have been doing last Monday night at the Staff Meeting. ***
"And then done the same with me before you had a chance to alert me," she said.
He considered that and nodded.
*** Yes. If he were suspicious back then, he would called her in also. And not taken another week to do it. ***
"So, the fact that he is calling us in together…" he began.
"Means that either we’re jumping to conclusions-" Helena continued excitedly.
"Or, he has such incontrovertible evidence that the meeting is simply a formality. After which I will be dismissed and you will be expelled," he finished flatly.
His voice turned coldly accusatory. "So, which of your little friends knows that I fucked you?"
Her face flushed with anger. "None of them!"
His mouth worked angrily as he looked up at her. "You seem to be very chatty with your American cousin. Did you write the news to him?"
"No!" she protested. Then she hesitated. "I did tell him that I lost my virginity, but I made it sound like it was with Lewis," she continued.
"Humph!"
"And anyway," she continued, her eyes puzzled. "What difference would that make? Who would have read the letter? My cousin wouldn’t have let his family see it?"
Snape’s sneer was ugly. "These are ‘difficult’ times, Miss Harrison. I believe that many letters to and from Hogwarts are being opened by people to whom they are not addressed."
She stared at him. "By people outside or inside of Hogwarts?"
"Both, I’m sure."
They were quiet again as she digested this bit of unexpected information.
"Then again….." he began.
She looked back at him.
"My first thought was that Mr. Thurston has something to do with this. Perhaps he was not as gullible as we thought."
She shook her head. "He gave me his word he wouldn’t tell anybody."
"And he seems like such a nice young man," he taunted. Leaning forward, he added, "Just like anyone who doesn’t know you like I do assumes you are simply a friendly, smart, slightly ambitious young lady. Not the lying little cunt that you are."
"Yes, but at the moment this lying little cunt is the only one who can possibly get you out of this mess, isn’t she?" she responded, heatedly.
He snorted again.
"And actually," she continued, pushing herself away from the desk. "If I wanted to, you know very well I could suddenly turn into a snivelling, helpless little victim, who was" she paused, and when she continued her voice was ragged and gasping, "cruelly abused and used by the big, bad professor."
She walked a few more steps and turned around. Tears were flowing out of her eyes now. "Oh, Professor Dumbledore, it was awful," she whispered. "He made me drink this potion, and then he started asking me questions and, and touching me, and, and I couldn’t control myself. And then, I had these horrible dreams. He was raping me, and making me like it. And then-"
She looked back at Snape. His face was caught between the expressions of fear, hatred, and grudging respect.
Her eyes were cold as steel as she looked back at him. "Believe me, if I only was interested in saving myself, I would have been out of here the moment I saw that letter, rushing up to his office and giving the performance of my life."
She walked back towards the desk. "Instead, I offered to help you. But, I guess you prefer to sacrifice yourself."
He looked up at her and considered. "I would be grateful for your help."
She smiled triumphantly. "Then we better get going. The longer we wait, the more suspicious they will be." She turned to go back to her desk and retrieve her book bag.
"If-"
She looked back at him.
"If you will tell me if you’re father is still a Death Eater?"
Her face paled and she shrugged. "I told you that I think he has a Death Mark on his arm," she replied, slowly.
"As do I. But that in itself does not prove whether one is, at the moment, a follower of Voldemort’s."
She swallowed.
"I am not asking for his name."
She looked up at him, her eyes even more surprised than before. And after the initial shock wore off, her expression became even more guarded.
He sighed. "Do you really take me to be a complete idiot?"
She shook her head.
‘Then please do not expect me to believe, whatever the rest of the world thinks-or your birth certificate says-that a second-rate Hufflepuff by the name of Herbert Harrison is really your father."
She sat down at her desk and closed her eyes for a moment. "Why do you need to know if he is still a Death Eater?", she asked when she had opened them.
"Because if he is, we must also consider the possibility that he is the ‘informer’."
"Why?"
"Because those of the inner circle are quite aware that I have recently deflowered a virgin."
*** And would be aware of some very hard, physical proof that it occurred. With semen that could be traced to me and blood that could be traced to you.***
"And, perhaps", he continued, "he is a bit unhappy at my presumption."
"Or, anxious to move up in the ranks by getting you dismissed from Hogwarts?"
He considered for a moment. She could again be inferring that he was a loyal Death Eater, working for Voldemort, but of no use unless he was at Hogwarts. Or, she could be reaffirming her belief that he was at Hogwarts so that Dumbledore could take care of him while he spied upon the Death Eaters. Either way-
He nodded.
She sighed. "I have no definite proof that he is currently a Death Eater, no more than I would be able to state that I have actually seen his Death Mark."
He frowned and nodded.
"But I would stake my life on it that he is indeed, what you suspect."
He digested the news quietly. "I hope it doesn’t come to that."
He was not joking.
He looked back at her. "Why don’t you let me help you?"
Her smile was beautifully ironic. "Because, dear Professor, as much as I like you, I trust you just about as much as you trust me."
"And you haven’t quite decided yet where you loyalties lie?"
Her smile faded and she looked down at her fingers for a moment. Then, she returned her gaze to his face and replied: "Have you?"
There was obviously not going to be a reply to that question. She rose again and pulled her book bag up to her shoulders.
"Might as well go face the music," she said.
The bell to dismiss class rang as he rose to his feet.
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