Memories of Deception | By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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She eventually came to the conclusion that she just couldn't know for sure, and just had to assume that she had been mistaken, and that she had actually been captured last Wednesday. She must had misread the calendar.
After a while she realised that she had been lying there for quite a long time, and that it was not getting her work done. She climbed out of bed, picking up the dress that had fallen to the floor. Not completely my fault… What a bastard! She sighed as she examined the dress. It was a slightly darker shade of grey than the previous one. Just my colour… The material was slightly less coarse, but the style was almost identical. It could be worse I supposed, he could have refused to replace it at all. A blush suffused her cheeks as she thought crossed her mind.
Hermione pulled the dress on and left then bedroom to start her chores, first going to the kitchen to decide what she would make for lunch. A quick glance at the clock showed she it was not long past ten-thirty. She still had plenty of time. She pulled out the cleaning supplies, thinking that she should start in the library, considering that's where he would be coming back to first.
Her timing of the food had been perfect, and at exactly one o'clock she was entering the library with a tray of food. As the door swung open she let out a gasp of surprise. On the opposite side of the room was a door which had not been there before. She placed her tray on the table and walked over to the door, prodding it carefully. It swung open slightly at her touch, and didn't seem to be warded.
Gingerly she put one finger to it and pushed it open. It opened into a large vaulted stone room, along one side of which ran several arches that opened onto a large stone balcony. And beyond that… sky.
Hermione stood still, her eyes drinking in the scene, the beautiful purple mountains framed by menacing dark clouds, the lake before them glassy and still. After her week in Snape's rooms even the gloomy weather outside seemed like the loveliest day. She stepped forward slowly, eyes drinking in the scenery, at first not seeing the man who was standing, motionless except for the movement of his robes in the soft breeze.
She eventually became aware of him, but as of yet he had not seemed to have noticed her presence, as he was intently watching something that was out of her sight. She stepped closer, the side of his face coming into view. His expression was hard to read from the side, but his mood seemed contemplative and somehow terribly sad. His eyes were shadowed and heavy, his face grave. She turned to see what he was staring at.
The quadrangle below was half filled with students, all of whom were standing around the edges, watching as a figure in black pointed their wand at the student writhing on the ground before them. As she watched another hex was shot at the unfortunate recipient. Hermione's hand flew to her mouth in shock, and she took a step forward, wishing she was able to rush down and help.
But there was nothing she could have done, even if she had been able to reach the quadrangle. As she watched in silence the figure turned to the watching students, obviously speaking to them, and they quickly began to leave the area, entering the door at one end and disappearing from sight. Many of them had arms around each other, and she could tell from the way they held themselves that they were dispirited and hurting.
As the last one left the quadrangle, the black figure spun back to the body on the floor, sending one last hex towards it, and stalked off after the students. A few moments later, she saw someone who could only have been Madame Pomfrey rush out, her wand out, casting healings spells and pulling bottles from her robes even before she reached the child. The student finally began to move, and was quickly immobilised and levitated out of sight.
Hermione let out the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding, and looked over at Snape. The corners of his mouth were tight with anger, and the hands that hung at his side moved slightly, as if aching to pull out his wand and hex someone. Probably angry that Madame Pomfrey was so quick to help.
With one last look at the dreary clouds above he pivoted slowly, finally seeing her. His face immediately went blank, the fury quickly supressed, and despite the lack of response, she knew that he had been unaware of her presence until that moment.
"I do not believe you were given permission to come out here, girl. What do you think you are doing?" he drawled. There was a stranger tenor to his voice that was not usually there, and it made him sound strange somehow. His eyes blazed with some dark emotion that he had wiped from his face.
"I didn't know I was breaking any bounds, there were no wards on the door."
"Yet you didn't think that if the doorway was normally hidden and warded that it was not meant for you. Your insufferable curiosity about things that are none of your business have earned you another punishment. We will discuss it later. Now, get back to work!"
Hermione balked at the threat, and quietly did as she was told, not wishing to anger him further. As she moved to pull the door closed behind her, she saw Snape turn back to stare out over the scenery before him, his hands now balled into fists at his sides. She exited the library quickly, leaving his dinner going cold on the desk.
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