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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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Hermione scurried down the hallway. She could hear voices from her bedroom further along. Suddenly she heard herself shout. Shit, that was right before we came out. She ran for the door as quietly as she could, opening the door and pulling it closed just as she heard footsteps in the hall. Guess I know what Snape saw in here now. She stood to one side of the door and waited for it to open.

She jumped when it did, despite knowing what was going to happen. The fierce look on his face faded the moment her saw her. He understood immediately. She smiled at him. "He's gone to check on the castle. Told me to wait here and tell you. It all makes sense now," she said, more to herself. Suddenly realising that her past self was at this moment creeping towards the door she whispered, "Close the door, I'm coming. Quick!"

His eyes widened momentarily, and then he quickly slammed the door. She pressed her ear to the wood and heard herself question him, and then footsteps moving on down the hall. She sighed in relief. What do I do now?

She strolled over to the desk to look at the books that she'd found earlier. With a sigh she flopped down in the chair and idly turned the pages of the one she'd found the parchment in. There wasn't even any point doing any reading. She wasn't even sure what she was looking for. In the last two hours she'd talked through things with Snape, although it had really been the painting of Dumbledore than had soothed away the last of her doubts.

It had taken a while for the two of them to convince her to help Snape manipulate her into doing what he wanted. Even alone as she was now, her face burned with embarrassment at what she had agreed to. Oh Gods, this is going to be awful. Even if I enjoy it at the time. She put her head in her hands. I can't believe I'm going to do this.

She slumped back against the chair, and chewed on her bottom lip. It wasn't like she'd be doing anything that she hadn't done before. Her cheeks went even redder at that thought. Come to think of it though, Snape hadn't looked any more comfortable with that part of the plan. He'd been very careful not to meet her eyes, and his cheeks had more colour in them than was usual. Hermione smirked. That actually made her feel slightly better about it.

She eyed the book in front of her and sighed again. There wasn't even any point in continuing her research. She didn't actually know what she was looking for. That had been the one thing they hadn't really discussed, beyond a few cautionary words from Dumbledore. There was no point. As soon as Snape returned he would be removing her memories of this morning, and she hadn't been able to see the memories she normally had access to. They'd been stuck in the headmaster's study, and Snape had told her that her memories were in the cupboard in the library. They'd had to time her return to the library carefully so she didn't run into herself.

My memories… Now that was an idea for something to do while she waited. Snape had said he would be gone for about an hour. She looked round the room. There was only one cupboard. She frowned. That's strange. She'd cleaned the room so many times, even seen Snape go into the cupboard, yet she'd never really noticed it properly before.

She got up and walked towards it. As her hand reached out to the handle she felt a buzz in her mind. She was halfway back to the desk before she realised. He's put some type of repelling charm on it. No wonder she'd never opened it before. Walking back to the cupboard slowly she paused when she felt the buzz in her head begin again. Steeling herself and fixing her objective firmly in her head she pushed past and wrenched the door open. Immediately the buzzing stopped and she let out the breath she had been holding.

The middle shelf was full of glass phials, many of them containing bright swirling filaments of memory. Bloody hell, how many are there? She reached out to touch the closest one and it pulsed gently under her fingers. She trailed her fingers down the line of phials. Each had a small label stuck to the glass, all with dates written on them neatly. She went along the line until she found the earliest one. 23rd March. May as well start there.

Curiosity burning in her, she gingerly took the phial off the shelf and grabbed the pensieve that was sitting at the other end. Carrying them carefully and setting the latter down on the table she uncorked the bottle and poured it in. The memories swirled in the bowl like silvery ink in water. She bent down slowly and put her face to the surface.

Hermione blinked. It was pitch black. Did something go wrong with the memory? Then she head a shuffling and a quiet moan. Where am I? The question was quickly answered as the door flew open suddenly, the bright light beyond creating a silhouette that lay across a body curled up in the corner of the tiny room. It's me, she realised. Looking up at the figure outlined in the doorway, despite being unable to see his face, she realised it was Snape. No one else could be quite so… dramatic… when just standing still.

Snape turned to look behind him. "Leave me, Wormtail. Run off and find something useful to do," he sneered. Hermione heard footsteps scurrying away as he stepped into the room, closing the door firmly behind him and casting a quick charm over it. Then he moved quickly to the body on the floor, turning her over. "Miss Granger… you need to wake up." He shook her gently.

Hermione saw herself shudder in his arms as she woke, turning her face up towards his before her eyes fluttered open. The moment she realised where she was and who was holding her she flew backwards, pushing him away and pressing herself up against the stone wall.

She held her arms out in front of her, as if to hold him at bay. "Where am I? What do you want? She asked, obviously terrified.

"I'm here to help you."

She laughed hysterically. "Like you helped Dumbledore. No thanks. I don't need any help from a traitor."

His lips thinned but his voice was composed as he replied. "Things are not always as they seem, Miss Granger. You will have to trust me. I may be your only chance, right now."

"Why in hell would I trust you," she spat.

"Because right now you are being held underneath Malfoy Manor, and the Dark Lord is on his way. No doubt he will want to find about what you know concerning Mr Potter. I know Dumbledore gave him a mission, although he never told me exactly what. I assume the three of you have been trying to complete this task over the past months, and that whatever it is, it will play an important part in the downfall of the Dark Lord."

Hermione said nothing, looking at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.

Snape sighed heavily at her reticence. "I don't have time to convince you to trust me, girl. You're going to have to let me show you." He moved towards her, palms spread, and she cowered back against the wall.

"Stay away from me."

"Don't be silly, girl. If I wanted to hurt you there would be nothing you could do to stop it. I promise I will not harm you. You understand that the memories that you may or may not hold in your head could prove the end of the resistance against the Dark Lord if he were to see them in your mind. I need to remove them before he arrives."

Hermione continued to look at him distrustfully, although her real self could tell that she was wavering.

Snape continued. "Time is very short. He will be here soon, and I must be there when he does. Please, Miss Granger, let me show you."

She lowered her arms and gave him a curt nod. Snape moved quickly towards her, pressing his forehead up against hers and pointing his wand and the spot where they joined. He mumbled something incomprehensible, and they both closed their eyes. They were silent for mere moments before Hermione gasped and pulled away.

"That… that was you? With the sword?"

Snape nodded.

Her eyes went wide and she looked at him strangely. "Harry's Mum? Was that her? Is that why you're doing this? You l…" She trailed off at the sight of Snape's tight angry face and quickly decided to change the subject. "And Dumbledore…Merlin's beard, what a disgusting to ask you to do… I can't believe it." She froze and stared at him mistrustfully. "Can I believe it? How do I know this isn't just a trick?"

"You don't. Maybe I will just hand your memories over to the Dark Lord. But why would I do that if the Dark Lord only has to look into your mind and find the memories for himself. Can you afford not to trust me?"

Hermione considered that for a moment. "When you put it like that I guess I can't." She swallowed heavily, her eyes widening in fear. "What are they going to do to me? Can't you save me?"

"I cannot risk my position here to do so. I am already endangering everything I have worked for just by being here now. I cannot do more for you right now. I do not know what the Dark Lord may have planned for you, but I will try to convince him that you are worth more to him alive and unhurt."

Hermione grabbed him by the front of his smock coat. "Can't you take me with you? Persuade him to let you take me? Please… please…" she sobbed.

"What happened to not trusting me?"

"Better you…than some of those out there. We've heard things… about some of his… followers. Bellatrix Lestrange… and that werewolf…" She shuddered. "I can't imagine you doing anything like that."

There was a cold gleam in Snape's eyes. "Don't be so quick to assume I am not capable of those sorts of things, Miss Granger. What I have done would no doubt shock you." He paused. "But yes, you would be better off with me. I will… try. I make no promises. My task is far too important to risk, even for you." He looked back at the door. "We are running out of time. I need to remove those memories... now."

She nodded in agreement. "What do I need to do?"
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