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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

Hermione was ready on her knees when Snape came for her the next morning. Her sleep had been full of dreams, but she felt slightly more rested than the previous day. The door banged open and Snape swished in, his robes flying around him as he came to stand before her.

"You may use the bathroom and then you will go straight to the library and wait there. You may prepare breakfast later. I do not want you making any mess on my carpets."

Oh Gods, she was going to be punished. A sick feeling of anticipation and dread settled in her stomach, and she ran her fingers over the marks on her arm unconsciously. "Yes, Sir."

"That is the incorrect response, girl. I have let you get away with it for too long now and see how you repaid me the other night? You will reflect on your lack of respect for the next hour or so while you take your punishment. Do you understand?

"Yes…Master…" she whispered.

The feet in front of her disappeared, and reluctantly she got to her feet and padded slowly down to the bathroom, emerging a short time later and going to stand outside the library, where she paused for a second. The door was slightly ajar and she could see him, standing in front of one of the open cupboards, where the clink of glass told her he was moving things around.

Hermione pushed at the door and slipped inside, closing it behind her. She knelt in her usual position near the desk. Eventually Snape finished whatever he was doing and turned to face her.

"We will continue the testing now. The punishment for your attack on me two days ago will be dealt with later." He leered down at her. "Today, I will be pushing you until you pass out so we can determine how much of the Cruciatus you can take before you begin to lose memories. Once we have found that I can take the next steps in determining what is causing this."

Hermione felt a rising panic begin to tear at her chest. Oh Gods, no! This is going to be worse than the other night… I don't want…

"Crucio!"

Hermione screamed as the light hit her, and she fell to the floor, writhing in agony as the curse tore through her. It seemed to go on for ever, and even when it ended she didn't realise straight away, as the pain lingered for a while, small tendrils of searing heat shooting along her nerves, making her limbs twitch uncontrollably.

She panted heavily as the pain slowly died away, and her vision cleared enough to see the man who stood over her, unmoved by the agony he had inflicted. He bent down to take her head in his hands, as before, and quickly delved into her memories. She stiffened at the intrusion, still haunted by the last time he had been in her head. She could feel him impatiently bat aside that particular thought, and instead focus on her memories of that morning and the day before.

There was not much to see. Hermione had worked hard all day, trying to keep herself from thinking about the previous night, and it had only been in the afternoon when she had run out of things to occupy her, that she had crumbled and wept heavily, curling up in a corner of the kitchen.

She didn't think there was anything missing, and she almost heaved a sigh of relief until she realised that it meant she would have to suffer another bout of the curse. Snape was still in her mind, checking for gaps, and she could feel nothing but a steely determinations coming from him. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! She screamed in her mind.

Suddenly he was gone, and she felt him move away again. For a minute or so she lay there as he paced up and down. Then she heard him pause, and she tensed, waiting for the pain.

"Crucio!"

Again, once the agony began to die away he took her head in his hands and sifted through her memories. They were still undamaged. He paced again, and when he stopped he couldn't hold back the small moan of fear that escaped her lips.

Then the world went black.

She awoke to find herself laid out in front of the blazing fire, a blanket covering her. Snape sat in one of the armchairs, reading quietly, and when he looked up and saw her awake, an unexpected expression of relief passed across his face.

"How are you feeling, Miss Granger?" he asked politely. She blinked in surprise at the use of her name.

"Like some evil bastard decided to practise the Cruciatus on me," she replied bluntly, before clapping her hand over her mouth in horror at what she had said. She'd be punished yet for speaking to him in such a way.

But Snape just gave her a small tight smile. "I know my apology can hardly make up for what I have done to you, but I give it anyway. I know all too well the agony of prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus curse." He fell silent again.

Who is the person, and where is the real Snape? Her brow furrowed in thought. Is this some sort of trick? What does he want from me? She shifted and slowly sat up, looking at him warily.

He smirked at her, reading her confusion all too easily. "I'm afraid you will have to trust me, for now," he said.

Hermione snorted. Fat chance of that. "That's not going to happen."

Snape just shrugged slightly. "I will take you to speak to someone who can convince you otherwise. I don't expect you to trust me on my own word alone. But first, food has been prepared for you." He waved his hand, and Hermione turned her head just in time to see a plate appear on his desk.

She cautiously got up and approached the food that he had conjured. It was piled high with warm bread, cheeses and fruit. She was suddenly very hungry. She'd only been eating small amounts of what she'd been serving Snape, and there had been little in the way of fresh food to cook. She reached out a hand to grab an apple, but then something occurred to her, and she snatched her hand away.

"How do I know you've not done something to it? She demanded.

Snape rolled his eyes and got up. "Choose something and give it to me."

She grabbed a slice of bread and cheese, and one of the apples, passing them to him and watching as he took a bite of each. He grimaced in distaste as he ate.

"What's wrong with it?" she asked.

"Nothing," he replied, conjuring a second plate to put the rest on. "I just don't feel like eating anything."

"Did you have breakfast already?" I thought the house elves weren't allowed anywhere near these rooms…

"No, but I cannot stomach anything when I…" he trailed off, as he looked up at her, his mouth tightening.

"Oh," she replied, looking away …when you punish me, that's what you don't want to say. She lowered herself into the chair behind the desk and pulled the plate towards her, not knowing how to reply to him.

"Did you make this?" she asked.

"No. One of the house elves prepared it and send it up."

Hermione opened her mouth in surprise, but he mistook the motion.

"Don't bother to call, Miss Granger, there is currently only one house elf allowed in here, and she understands why you are here. You will not get any help from her. She only answers to me."

"I wasn't going to call for help," she huffed. "I know you better than to think you would make such a mistake by telling me of a way to escape."

Snape just smirked at her. "In that case, Miss Granger, please help yourself. He went back to his armchair, vanishing his barely touched plate of food with a snap of his fingers as she began to eat.

It was only when she was licking the last of the crumbs of cheese from her fingers that she realised just how ravenous she had been. That was a lot of food. Hermione sat back and sighed in contentment.

"If you're finished…" came the droll voice from across the room. She nodded. "Please, follow me."

She stood up and trailed after him, feeling pleasantly full. To her surprise Snape opened the door that lead to the Headmaster's office, and held it open for her to go through. "I will leave you two to talk," he said. "I will be in my lab if you need anything."

"You're not coming with me? She inquired anxiously. Suddenly the thought of meeting someone alone, without his presence besides her, seemed daunting.

He seemed to read the worry in her face, for his softened slightly. "Do not worry, Miss Granger. You will not be harmed. The outer doors and windows are all warded so no one can get in… or out without my permission. You will find what you need on the desk."

She nodded, and cautiously began to walk down the stone steps to where the desk sat in the middle of the rooms. There was no one there.

Frowning she looked around. What's going on?

A voice from behind her suddenly spoke up. "Good Morning, Miss Granger." She spun round and looked up at a familiar pair of twinkling blue eyes."
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