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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

The door banged open before Hermione had a chance to throw herself to her knees. As she scurried to get into her usual position she caught a glimpse of his face. Shit! He's in an awful mood. This isn't going to be good.

"I thought I told you…" Snape hissed suddenly, cutting off his words. Hermione snuck a glance upwards. What she saw sent a jolt of fear through her. He had pulled back his sleeve and was starting down at the mark on his arm. He's being called… She squeezed her eyes shut. Please… I don't want to go. She held her breath.

"Get to work, girl. There is no need for you to prepare breakfast this morning. I do not know when I will return." Snape swept from the room and was gone before she dared to move. Thank Merlin. She sunk down to the floor, relieved. He's back early. I'm sure he said he would be away for longer. She wondered whether his early return was a good sign or bad.

She heard a pop from somewhere outside her room. He's gone. She breathed a sigh of relief.

She'd made herself a quick breakfast of a couple of pieces of toast and got to work, eager to finish and read the book that was waiting for her in the library. The rooms seemed rather a bit dirtier than they should have after only one night, considering how thoroughly she'd cleaned it the day before.

Hermione left the library until last, and it was still a good while before lunchtime that she finally got round to entering the room. She dusted the books warily, mindful of the many spells that surrounded them, and taking care not to read even the spines, for fear of growing dizzy and falling. There were several places where books had been removed from the shelves, and, looking round the room, she realised they were piled up of the desk. Funny, Snape never leaves books out like that.

She crossed the room to the desk, looking curiously at the large pile. Some of the books she recognised. What can Snape be looking for in Hogwarts; A History?, she wondered. The rest of the books were an odd mix of historical texts and dark magic tomes. She ran her finger down the pile. I wonder what he's looking for, she thought idly.

She figured she better leave them on the desk, not knowing whether he would be needing them when he came back. She turned to grab her duster, intending to clean the top of the desk when she realised. I can read the names… Why didn't I get dizzy? She looked back over them, frowning. What's changed?

She pulled out Hogwarts; A History from the pile, assuming it was unlikely to have any warding on it, and gingerly flipped it open to a random page. Peeking cautiously at the words, she found that they were not swimming in front of her eyes either. She read a page or two eagerly, happy just to be able to do so, despite half knowing the book off by heart already. Oh, how she'd missed the ability to read what she wished.

Unwillingly, she pulled herself away and looked back at the pile. What's going on? She flipped the book on the top of the pile open. She could read that too. She went through the whole pile, even the books on dark magic, some of which she knew should be warded. She could read them all. Maybe he lifted the charm on them.

She went to look at the books on the bookshelf. She only had to run her eyes over the title of the first one she saw before her head started spinning. She dropped to the floor, breathing heavily, and waited for it to clear. It took a few minutes before she was able to get up without feeling like she was going to be sick. When she eventually managed it, she quickly slumped down in the chair behind the desk and contemplated the pile of books before her.

Why was she able to read these any not the others? The only thing she could think of was that Snape must have decided that she was allowed to study these particular books for some reason. But what for? They had nothing to do with the potions text he had given her, and Snape had said nothing about her being allowed to read any others beside that one.

She pulled the closest one in front of her and began to flick through it idly as she thought. After a few minutes she pushed it aside and reached for the next. What am I missing? A piece of parchment sticking out from between the pages caught her eye, and she pulled it out. What she saw confused her even more.

The neat script covering the page was her own. She read it with interest. Why would she have been taking notes on such things? Not that she could remember writing any of it. What the hell is a horcrux? The name sounded familiar, but she couldn't recall having read anything about it before. It sounded like a type of dark magic, so she started going through the books on the table to see if they could enlighten her.

About half an hour later she had her answer. But that still doesn't explain why I've been studying them. And why can't I remember doing it. She scanned through her notes. Nothing jumped out at her. She sighed, turning the parchment over to check the back. There was a short list scribbled on the back. She read it, frowning in confusion. It made no sense. Diary, Gaunt's ring, snake, Slytherin - locket, Hufflepuff – cup? Ravenclaw - ? There was a gap, then Voldemort. And a little further down, Harry?

She slumped back against the back of the chair. What did it all mean? She chewed at her bottom lip as she read the list over and over. Voldemort… Harry? The name Gaunt rang a bell. Snake… The only snake she could think of besides the one on the Slytherin coat of arms was the one that followed Voldemort around. Voldemort… Then she remembered where she had heard the name Gaunt before; The pureblood family that Voldemort's mother had come from.

With a sudden flash of insight she realised what the list was. They're his horcruxes. It's the only thing that makes sense. That's how he managed to survive all these years and return. She read down the list again. Seven, including himself, if her notes were correct. But why Harry's name at the bottom? She had a horrible feeling about that, but pushed it aside for the moment.

Several of the items on the list had a tick by them, and there was a short dash by the word Hufflepuff. What did that mean? Had they been found? It was so frustrating. Why could she not remember having written any of this? What was such a list doing in one of Snape's books? She rubbed her eyes tiredly, her brain working through the problem as fast as it could.

She got to her feet and started pacing, going over and over the information in her head. Voldemort, Harry, Horcruxes, but when, and how? If she could only remember! Remember…. Shit!

She ran back to the desk and scrabbled about in the many pieces of parchment that lay in piles over the desk. Finally she found what she was looking for. She grabbed it and ran back to her room. Jumping on her bed she began counting the marks on the wall. She still wasn't sure what day she'd been captured, but she could count the days from the first Monday at least.

She knew she'd lost some time that first week, but she couldn't tell how much exactly. Then she'd lost two days that week, and half of last Wednesday. Counting up from then that should bring her to today, Tuesday. She frowned down at the enchanted calendar in her hands. Wednesday 15th March. What? She'd lost another day somewhere. But when?

She had no way to tell. But it brought the total to three and a half days she was sure about, and quite possibly one or two more, if her suspicions about her first week here were correct. That's an awful lot of time to spend unconscious, Cruciatus curse or not. Looking down at the notes she'd also grabbed she tenuously put two and two together. But why would Snape allow me to do such a thing? There's no way I could do this without his help.

An idea began to form in her head. She sat back against the wall as she mulled it over. But that would mean that he's been on our side all alone. That wouldn't explain what she was doing here, and his treatment of her. Gods, her head was starting to hurt. There was only one thing that could make sense, but it was ridiculous. Or is it?

A crack resounded through the rooms. Snape was back. Shit! She'd left the books sprawled all over his desk. He was bound to notice. She could hear footsteps coming closer down the hall. She looked around wildly. There was nowhere to hide the pieces of parchment that were laying in her lap. Nothing else for it then.

She jumped of the bed and calmly turned to face the dark wizard who strode through the open doorway with a look of absolute fury on his face.
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