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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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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Hermione sat in the library, pouring over her notes and the books that were spread over Snape's desk. She was busy cross-referencing text from Magick Moste Evile against the same subject in Secrets of the Darkest Arts. She had had to ask Snape to lift the wards on both she could read them, and he had arched an eyebrow at her choice of reading material. Thankfully he had not commented, instead waving the books down from one of the higher bookshelves and running his hands over them, muttering quietly. He had then swept out of the room without another word.

Hermione was grateful to be left alone. His presence was confusing her more than normal. She had understood from Dumbledore that she was to trust him, although not with the details of her tasks, but she still didn't understand why she was there, or why Snape had been treating her so badly if he was really on the same side.

Dumbledore had told her that she was usually told more about what was happening, but today there hadn't been time, as she needed to be back to normal by that evening. Even so, she couldn't imagine why Dumbledore would be so accepting of what Snape was doing to her. Unless he doesn't know… She had tried asking him about it, but he had cut her off, asking her for now just to accept his word, and that she would understand later.

She chewed her lip thoughtfully for a few moments and rubbed her aching neck before forcing her mind back to the matter in hand. I've not got much time. She had an idea, but she wasn't sure whether it would be allowed. She would have to talk to the both of them.

Looking down at the books before her Hermione sighed. The information was interesting, but it didn't really tell her anything she didn't know already, and certainly nothing useful. She closed both books and set them to one side, pulling Hogwarts, A History in front of her and flipped the pages, looking for one in particular. She needed to find…. Yes…

She grabbed another book from the middle of the stack of books beside her, flicking thought it quickly. Yes, she thought. Got it!

Her moment of triumph was interrupted by a small pop, as a tiny house elf suddenly appeared besides her, causing Hermione to almost fall off her chair in shock.

"Master is wanting Tiggy to see what Miss would like to eat," she squeaked, wringing her hands fretfully. Hermione wanted desperately to ask if the house elf could help her escape, but she knew Snape would not have allowed the house-elf near her if there had been any chance of doing so.

She thought for a moment. "Do you have any roast beef?"

"Tiggy can make roast beef for Miss."

"Yes please, Tiggy."

"What would Miss like for dessert?"

Ooh dessert… "Some jam sponge and custard please, Tiggy."

"Tiggy is happy to serve Master and Miss." And with a snap she vanished again. Moments later, a small table and two trays appeared next to the desk. Each tray held a steaming plate of beef, potatoes and vegetables, covered with gravy, and a bowl of pudding. Her mouth watered at the smell.

Two trays… She guessed that meant Snape would be joining her. She leaned back in her chair, biting her nails. Dinner with Snape. Gods this is going to be awkward.

Hermione woke up feeling groggy. It took her a couple of seconds to realise she was back in her bed, and a few more before she recalled where she had been before. Obviously he managed to knock me out again. Wonder whether I've forgotten anything this time. She rolled over, swung her legs out of bed and sat up. She felt a little stiff. Her neck in particular ached quite badly and she rubbed and stretched her muscles until they eased somewhat.

How long have I been out this time? She debated staying in the room and pretending to be unconscious for longer, but she wasn't tired, so going to sleep wasn't an option, and there was nothing else to do in the empty room besides stare at the walls. Actually that sounds like a far better option than going anywhere near Snape.

However, her curiosity over how long she had been unconscious won out, and she stood and walked over to the door, turning the handle and pulling. It didn't open. Looks like I'll be staring at the wall then. Hermione went back to the bed and sat down, unconsciously tracing her fingers over the scars on her arms. What do I do now?

Spotting her hairbrush by the bed she grabbed it and started working it through her tangled hair. When the knots were out she continued, the rhythmic strokes soothing her. She thought about the boys, wondering where they were and hoping they were safe. The Weaselys… her last memory was of leaving the Burrow on the day of the wedding.

She searched her memories of that day. There were a lot of holes, but she could recall the Kingsley's Patronus arriving in the middle of the party and everyone scattering. She had grabbed her bag and the boys and… she didn't know. My bag… there was something about that bag… she couldn't figure out what. What the hell happened to me? Why can I remember some things and not others?

What had happened to everyone else? Did they all get away? Gods, what if they didn't? She'd not heard anything about anyone except Harry and Ron, and suddenly she realised that any of them might be dead, and she would have no clue. Hermione felt queasy at the thought, and spent a few minutes trying to recall anything that anyone might have said that might give her a clue as to what their plans were.

It was probably a good thing that she couldn't remember that either, it was information that could be dangerous, considering that Snape and Voldemort were able to root around in her mind. There was nothing she could do for any of them, either way. Hermione scooted back on the bed, putting her back against the wall, still running the brush through her hair absentmindedly.

She closed her eyes as she continued to run her mind over all her friends from Hogwarts, Lupin, Tonks, other members of the order, her parents… She was glad she could remember obliviating them, and she knew she had sent them away somewhere, but again, she wasn't sure where they had gone. She frowned… the more she thought about it, the more she was realising how specific her memory loss was. It was like someone had plucked out only the bits that could be dangerous to her or her friends. But who could have done something like that?

Suddenly the door banged open, and Hermione jumped, banging her head against the wall behind her. Shit! She curled up in pain, rubbing the sore spot as Snape crossed the room to stand in front of her.

"Get up, girl."

His tone was sharp, and despite the ache in her head, Hermione scrambled to obey as quickly as she could. He took a step back to give her room, and as soon as she had found her feet he grabbed her by the front of her neck and pulled her towards him. Hermione's body went rigid as she fought her own impulse to fight back. She didn't want to displease him anymore. She didn't want him to have another reason to hurt her again.

Snape didn't speak again, instead grabbing her head and diving into her mind. He had been in her head so many time by now that the intrusion almost felt natural. He quickly ran through her memory of the latest torture session, before abruptly releasing her and dropping her on the bed.

"It seems you lost a little memory, only a few minutes this time, but you were still unconscious for half a day. I will have to make sure any further punishments fall under the limit of what you can take. I will not have you passing out on me anymore." He stared down at her for a second before sweeping back out of the room. As the door closed the light went out.

Hermione sat in the dark. Half a day… At least it wasn't more this time. She wouldn't need to mark the wall again, she'd done that this morning. Since he had left her there in the dark she guessed it was evening and she was no longer needed that day. She pulled her dress off over her head and settled back into bed.
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