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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

Hannah-Leigg, I'm honoured that you did that just for my story. I'm glad you're enjoying it so much. I started posting this story on another site, and usually there I update it every other day at most. I started posting it here later, but I'll make sure I upload it at the same rate now I know someone is looking out for it. This last chapter gave me some trouble so I've not posted for about 5 days. Hope you enjoy. Already started on the next.

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The girl's calm demeanour gave him pause. Did she know? He wouldn't put it past her to have figured it out, even knowing as little as she did. He could have kicked himself when he'd caught side of the books spread over the table the moment he'd apparated back. What had possessed him to have left them out for her to find? He knew the answer to that. He'd been too busy wallowing in self-pity and a bottle of fire whisky after having obliviated her yet again to realise he hadn't returned the books to their proper places.

Fuck! He prayed she hadn't figured it out. He didn't have time for this today. He needed to get out into the castle before one or both of the Carrows decided to take advantage of his absence. How they always seemed to know when he had been called to the Dark Lord he wasn't sure, but he had quickly realised that they would always find a reason to push things further than normal when he was away. He normally wasn't gone for so long, but the meeting this morning had stretched on for ages, and then he had been held back to speak with the Dark Lord in private after.

Besides the usual questions concerning the running of the school the Dark Lord had, of course, wanted to hear of his progress with the girl. He had shown him everything that would be found in her own mind, though Snape had been very careful to mask his emotions. Better for him to know all that had transpired in the last 10 days than to question why Snape had held certain things back. That would only look suspicious.

The Dark Lord had been pleased with his testing of her, but he had taken some convincing to believe his reasons for leaving the girl alone for several days afterwards, and for some of his other treatment of her. He had pushed hard into Snape's mind, searching for anything out of place. Snape had barely ben able to keep up his mental walls under the assault. Fortunately, seeing the way that the girl was beginning to respond to him, and the way she had acted when he had offered her the chance to learn from his own books, had persuaded him to continue trusting in Snape's methods.

The Dark Lord had been amused by her thirst for knowledge, instructing Snape to dangle the possibility of being allowed to study in front of her as a reward for her continued good behaviour, and eventual loyalty. She'd already proved herself willing to use forbidden magic. For someone with such a reputation of being a goody-two-shoes and a swot, she had broken a ridiculous amount of rules, and not just the ones imposed at school.

The Dark Lord was sure that the temptation of studying, coupled with the threat of what might happen to her if she continued to oppose him, would be enough to convince her. Snape didn't agree. He didn't think the girl was likely to be seduced by the Dark Arts. However he had a plan of how to gain her obedience, he would just need her agreement, as well as some ideas from the girl herself as to the best way to manipulate herself into such a thing. His plan would hopefully bring the return of her wand and magic, as well as making her as safe as she could be in the circumstances. Pity we don't have the time now.

Snape's gaze dropped to the parchment the nervous girl before him was holding in her hand. He could just make out her neat handwriting covering the page. Where did she find that? He could also see his calendar poking out from behind the parchment. She should have known better than to go through the papers on his desk. He felt his anger building. She knows.

He was furious with himself, of course, not her. He had made so many bloody mistakes where she was concerned, he was surprised the whole scheme hadn't been discovered yet. It's only a matter of time, the way I'm going. When did I get to be so… careless? His mind raced ahead, trying to think of a quick fix to the problem. It took all his self-control to hold back his fury as he growled, "What have you done, girl."

"I know." There was silence for a few moments.

"What do you know, girl?" He ground the words out from between clenched teeth. Damn!

"I know you've been letting me use your library for research. That's why I'm missing so much memory, isn't it. You don't want Vol… You-Know-Who to know what I'm doing. I know all about his hor…"

"Be silent!" he snapped. "That is enough. Be careful, Miss Granger. There are certain things which I must remain in ignorance of. If the Dark Lord were to force his way into my mind and view my actions it would mean not only my death, but the end of the task you and Potter have been set by Professor Dumbledore."

"Harry? He's been here?"

"No."

"Then, how…?"

"Miss Granger," he replied impatiently. "Unfortunately I do not have the time to explain everything fully. I normally give you time to research when we are unlikely to be called before the Dark Lord. I trust you realised where I was called this morning."

"Yes, of course," she replied, still confused.

"You are to be brought before him when next he calls me. I do not know how long that will be, only that it will be very soon. Most likely tomorrow or Friday, but there is always the possibility it will be this evening. You cannot be in any possession of the knowledge which you have, regrettably, found out for yourself this morning."

"I don't understand. Why are you doing this? You killed Dumbledore for him, so why do you want to…"

"You do not need to understand, Miss Granger, at least not today. I do apologise, but your timing is rather… unfortunate." He flicked his wand at her, wrapping her in a body bind. Snape took a deep breath, wiling himself to calm down. It really wasn't the girl's fault. He shouldn't have left those damn books out. Now he needed to be focused while he rid her of the memories or he might damage her mind. He was going to have to decide on a good reason for her to have lost a couple of hours of memories.

Snape walked towards her, pulling an empty phial from some pocket deep within his robes. The girl's eyes widened in fear as he approached her, lifting his wand to her temple.

"I am afraid you are just going to have to trust me to do this today, Miss Granger. I need to remove the memories of this morning, back to when you first noticed something out of place." She shook her head as much as the binding would allow, and he could see her struggle to move her jaw. He ignored it, looking into her eyes.

Fear and confusion swirled in her mind, and try as he might, it was preventing him from viewing clearly what he needed to find, and in the snatches of memory that flashed past him, he was in danger of seeing something he shouldn't know. Shit! This is not going to work.

"Stop fighting me, girl. This has to be done. You will understand why soon enough." She was fighting to say something and so he released her just enough for her to speak.

"What do you expect, you bastard?!" she shouted. "You just expect me to let you destroy my memories without giving me any sort of reason. You don't tell me what is going on or why you suddenly seem to be allowing me to do something that is meant to destroy your… your… master. What makes you think I'm not going to fight you as much as possible?" She wriggled, trying to fight the bind.

Snape sighed, rubbing the bride of his nose. He was going to have to give her something or she would never let him do what was needed. "I can show you something. It will not be much, but maybe it will be enough to convince you to let me do this."

The girl stilled, searched his face for something, and then nodded warily, her eyes never leaving his face.

Again, Snape raised his wand. The girl flinched, but he grabbed her chin. "Stay still, girl. I'm not going to hurt you." He touched the wand to her head, this time also pressing his forehead to hers. He wasn't sure why, but he'd always found it easier this way. He'd done this with her before, so he knew exactly what to show her. Quickly he slipped into her mind, selecting one of his own memories and opening it up to her. He heard her gasp as she pulled her head away from him. He released the body bind and she sank to the floor.

"That... that's... horrible. How could he ask you to do such a thing?"

Snape smirked. "Funny, you seem to say something similar every time you find out."

She looked up at his suspiciously. "How do I know it's true though? Obviously you're good at Legilimency, so as far as I know you could be just making it up."

His mouth tightened in frustration. He was beginning to run out of patience with the girl.

"You worked out for yourself I am doing something which is at odds with my supposed loyalty to the Dark Lord. I show you further proof that I am working against him, and still you cannot trust me..."

"It's not enough. Why would Dumbledore ask you to kill him? It doesn't make any sense."

"It was enough for you to trust me the first time, it must be enough now." That was not strictly true. He'd shown her something else as well, but he hated anyone knowing that particular secret unless absolutely necessary.

"Well it's not! she shouted. "I don't care if you've got something else to do, you'll just have to make time to help me understand..." She paused, breathing hard. Something suddenly seemed to occur to her. "What do you mean, the first time?"

Her words had triggered something. He answered her question absentmindedly. "When you were first captured. I had to find a way to make you trust me quick or it would have meant the end of whatever you, Potter and the Weasely boy were up to, as well as your immediate death when the Dark Lord found out what you were doing." Suddenly he knew what to do to buy him the time they needed.

"What… what do you mean, when I was first captured? I don't remember…."

"Not now, girl. Come with me, and I'll explain everything." He grabbed her arm and began dragging her out of her room.

"I thought you said you had no time."

Snape said nothing. The girl would see soon enough. As they left her room he heard a small click further down the corridor. Library door. He quickly pulled out his wand, letting go of the girl, and pushing her against the wall. A stern glance told her to stay put, and then he was striding down the hall to the library. He flung the door open, his wand raised and ready.

Of course, I should have realised, considering what we are just about to do.

The girl inside the room smiled gently at him. "He's gone to check on the castle," she whispered. "Told me to wait here and tell you. It all makes sense now." She paused. "Close the door, I'm coming. Quick!"

Snape grabbed the door and pulled it shut, turning at the same time to face the girl who had been creeping stealthily down the hall. "Why did you not wait where I left you, girl? You have no way of protecting yourself if there had been something wrong."

She ignored him, instead looking past him to the door which he was still holding onto the handle of. "What was it?"

"Nothing." She looked at him dubiously. He raised his eyebrow at her, daring her to comment further, but she chose not to take him up on it. Thank Merlin. He gestured for her to follow him, and with one more curious glance at the library door she did.

Snape opened the door to his office, stepping down the stairs into the main part of his office and pointed to a spot in the middle of the room. "Wait there." He went to his desk, opening the bottom drawer and rooting around for a moment to find what he was looking for. Pulling it out and returning to the middle of the room to stand close to her he was glad to see the understanding flash across her face as she saw what he was carrying. Why didn't I bloody think of this before? I would never have had so much time to account for.

Before throwing the thin gold chain around them both he lifted his wand and checked the wards. He didn't think anyone would have been able to get into the room during the time he had been out of the school, but it was safer to make sure there would be no nasty surprises. The wards were all intact. She would have said if something had happened, I'm sure.

Snape wound the chain around them and twisted the knob twice. 2 hours, that should be more than enough. The flat disk span twice as they moved backwards in time. Nothing in the room shifted except for the patterns of light quickly moving backwards across the floor. Time stopped for a moment, then suddenly started running the right way again, and he pulled the chain of the time-turner over their heads, and tucked it back into his desk.

He turned back to face the girl, who seemed calmer now she had realised she was going to get an explanation. "Now, Miss Granger, what was your question again?"
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