Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Everything I Do, I Do It For You	By : sbrande Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 19860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 51
- 52
- 53
Chapter 52: The Viewing of Andrew Poles� Memories

It had been twenty-three hours since Cornelius had called Hermione to his place of residence, although it was unwillingly on her behalf, he admitted to himself.

He knew that the Dark spell he had placed upon her, using her strands of hair, only lasted twenty-four hours.

It had been a complex spell and had used up most of his powers, however; Cornelius had used the last twenty-three hours to recuperate. He had also spent this time making the base for the harnessing potion. He was now feeling quite anxious and just required the final ingredient to make the potion complete. Miss Hermione Granger�s blood.

Cornelius made his way into the little cell that currently held Miss Granger. As he entered, his eyes fell on her prone figure; she was currently asleep. Her hands were still held in the manacles and she seemed to be having a nightmare as her face was contorted in an unsightly mask of distress.

Cornelius grinned to himself; as much as he hated to wake her from her frightening dream, he knew he would have to move her soon as the spell would lapse within the hour. He was going to have to place warding spells around her new room, lest she break free of his grasp and use some of the powers she had recently acquired against him.

He walked over to her silently, studying her face, still smirking. Withdrawing his wand from an inner pocket in his robe, he waved it at the chained cuffs and they sprang open.

Hermione�s arms dropped down to her sides like two dead weights and she awoke with a start; however, she didn�t utter a single word as she was still under the Dark spell. There was a trivial sensation in the back of her mind and it told her to fight back. She tried, but it was too taxing, so instead she ignored it and gave in completely to the spell.

�Well, it seems as though it is time for your big move,� Cornelius said, his lips still curved up in an atrocious smirk.

�Stand up,� he snapped, not stepping back from where he was hovering over her.

Hermione stood without question. Her wrists were sore and red from the amount of time they had stretched above her head, but without a command to rub them, she let them fall ungracefully to her sides.

She could smell his warm breath on her face and she suppressed a shudder. She was trying so very hard to fight against the spell, but she felt so very tired and didn�t have the strength to struggle. Giving up, she awaited his next command.

Turning around swiftly, Cornelius marched to the open doorway.

�Follow me,� was all he said.

***

�It�s Hermione!� Her first name slipped out of his mouth before he even had time or the inclination to stop himself.

The Headmaster looked up at the sudden intrusion. He straightened up from where he was hunched over his desk, poised over the Pensieve that was near its edge. If he had noticed Severus� slip, he made no mention of it as he raised both of his eyebrows in question.

�Miss Granger is in trouble,� Severus began, catching himself from using the witch�s first name again; however, he was forestalled as the Headmaster raised his hand up to stop the younger wizard from continuing.

�I am aware of that, Severus,� Dumbledore said as he sighed loudly as though he were speaking to an errant child.

�Well, what are we going to do about it?� Severus asked as he scowled, his eyes flicking from Dumbledore�s face to the Pensieve that was to the right of him.

�I wish there was more we could do,� the elderly wizard replied, brushing at an imaginary piece of lint on his clothing. �But alas, there is not; not now, at any rate.�

Severus stared at the Headmaster with a look of open disbelief on his face. He felt like he had just been kicked in the stomach and he winced slightly at the Headmaster�s rejoinder. His wand was in his hand and the dark-haired wizard was holding on to it with such force that the Headmaster thought he would snap it in two.

�You heard the prophecy, Severus,� Dumbledore continued, trying to pacify the wizard standing before him. �The four of you must stand together and, as Mr Crobobin is currently detained, I see nothing more that we can do,� he finished.

�But the Minister is�� Severus rushed the words from his mouth as if he had lost what was left of his doggedness. �She came to me in a dream,� he mumbled as he tried to control his breathing and his head dropped to the floor. The Potions Master was never one to put much faith in Divination, but he could remember the vision vividly a reverie in which Hermione had asked him for help.

The aged Headmaster took a step closer to Severus. The Potions Master's head was still bowed and his lank hair fell across his face, obscuring his eyes from Dumbledore�s view.

The older wizard stopped and took in the appearance of his Potions Master. The younger wizard�s hair was dishevelled from sleep, and it looked as though he had just thrown on his robes over his shirt and pants, not even bothering to do up the buttons. He wore no shoes and a light, almost invisible, sheen of sweat was covering his forehead and upper lip. He was obviously distressed about this dream and the Headmaster had never before seen him act this way in all the years he had known Severus.

Dumbledore knew it took a lot from the usually reserved young man to come barging into his office and then admit that he had had a premonition about Miss Hermione Granger and, although he made no show of Severus� earlier slip of the tongue, he most certainly had noticed it.

�Severus,� he began in sympathetic tone, �there is nothing we can do for her now.� His voice was weary as he stepped even closer to the dark-haired wizard, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Severus cringed from the unexpected warmth of Dumbledore�s hand. He drew in a breath to protest, but subsided. He suddenly felt like a complete and utter fool.

�What am I doing here?� he thought to himself, his face was becoming slightly warm as he felt the beginnings of a blush, more out of embarrassment than anything else, creep onto his face.

�It was only a dream, a very vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless,� he continued on with his inner monologue, berating himself for acting so foolish. Worst of all, he could hardly remember coming up to the Headmaster�s office. He must have been half-asleep, he reasoned.

�We will stop the Minister and retrieve Miss Granger,� Dumbledore stated. �We must,� he added as Severus looked up into his eyes.

Dumbledore dropped his hand from the Potions Master�s shoulder. As both wizards looked at each other, a calm understanding passed before them, no words needed to be spoken.

Severus was the first to break the gaze as he turned around with purpose and strode towards the door. His wand still drawn, he lifted it up and tapped it to his head once, immediately turning invisible.

Sighing, the Headmaster turned back to the Pensieve on his desk when he heard the door click closed softy. He had some very important memories to view.

***

Cornelius walked briskly to the first floor. He had decided earlier to place Miss Granger in the bedroom next door to his own. It afforded her all of the luxuries that the dungeon cell hadn�t and it was also the heaviest warded place in the house, next to his own rooms, of course.

He heard the soft footfalls behind him as he stopped in front of the door that would house Miss Granger for the remainder of her stay with him. After that time was up, he would dispose of her body, how he hadn�t decided yet; however, he would come up with something most creative for this one.

Cornelius wasn�t a wizard who thrived on violence, quite the opposite really, and he would do almost anything to keep his hands clean; however, there were certain things in this world that nobody liked to do.

�If you want to get a job done properly, you have to do it yourself,� Cornelius thought to himself. �Just look at the idiots that I sent over to Hogwarts to gather information against Albus Dumbledore,� he reasoned.

Opening the door, he stepped across the threshold and beckoned for Miss Granger to follow him. After he told her to sit on the bed, he moved his wand around in the air, testing the wards that were in place.

�Good,� he thought. �Everything is in place; now all I have to do is wait.�

He went and sat down in the chair by the window and waited the forty five minutes until the spell wore off.

***

Dumbledore lifted his wand up as he stared into the Pensieve on his desk.

�It�s now or never,' he thought as he stuck his wand into the substance that was whirling around the Pensieve and was immediately sucked down into its depths.

He was only an observer, he realized as he watched the events of Andrew�s life unfold before him. He already knew most of the proceedings pertaining to Andrew�s ascent to becoming a Healer; however; he watched them all the same, hoping to gain insight as to how this talented young man became known as Doctor Andrew Lopes and worked in a Muggle hospital with no recollection of his previous reality.

Dumbledore knew that Andrew was an only child. The son of Patricia Poles, a Muggle woman, and Hilus Poles, a wizard. Hilus Poles, worked for the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol for the Ministry. A kind, gentle and nurturing man, he loved his only son and treated him as if he was his world. He also loved his wife; you could see it in his eyes every time he looked at her. She was not only his world, but his sun, moon and stars as well. Patricia Poles stayed at home looking after Andrew whilst tending to the general domestics of the house.

The Headmaster saw how proud Andrew was when his letter finally arrived from Hogwarts, although the Poles family lived in the Magical community, Dumbledore saw the gleam in a young Andrew�s eye that told him the boy couldn�t wait to go to Hogwarts.

He watched whilst Andrew was sorted into the House of the Badger and considering he was a true and loyal friend, this was quite fitting for him. Andrew studied hard and graduated in the top five in his year. He went on with his studies and eventually became a Healer working for Saint Mungo�s.

Dumbledore continued pushing past these memories, until he came to the one memory he truly wanted to see. It was the memory in which he figured had catapulted Andrew into the man now lying in the Hogwarts infirmary.

It all began one day when Andrew was coming off a particularly troubling shift and he received word from the Ministry via an owl that there had been an accident during his father�s shift at work. Without finishing the letter, Dumbledore watched as the young wizard Flooed to his mother and father�s place immediately.

Taken to another place within Andrew�s memories, the old Headmaster looked on as an observer at Andrew�s arrival back at his parents� place. Andrew noticed his distraught mother sitting on the settee with his father�s partner. Alfred Groops was a decent man, good-hearted from what Albus could remember of the man. Alfred was now cradling Andrew�s mother in his arms and she was sobbing and shaking into his chest.

Taking his mother from Alfred, Andrew sat and listened as the wizard told him how his father had died that night by an Unforgivable cast by a follower of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, a Death Eater, Groops called him and that there was nothing that could be done to save his father.

Dumbledore hung his head in silence. He could remember that day well, he continued to watch the events unfold as he skipped forward to the next scene.

The Headmaster was standing in a graveyard and there were people standing all around him. Some were sobbing whilst others were looking sombre. As he didn�t want to relive this part of Andrew�s psyche, he moved on to the next day.

The day after the funeral, Dumbledore watched as Andrew�s mother had insisted on moving back to the Muggle world, claiming it was too difficult living in the magical one with no magical powers of her own. Andrew tried to dissuade her of this notion, however, she was a very interdependent woman and no amount of talk would change her mind.

With the war against Voldemort in full swing now, Andrew hardly had any time to see his mother as he was run off his feet at the hospital.

The Headmaster moved to the next scene and he saw Andrew awake in the morning. The look of distress on his face was evident, and he continued to watch as Andrew jumped out of bed and pulled on his heavy travelling cloak and some shoes. He then Apparated to the front door steps of his mother�s place.

Following Andrew inside, Dumbledore saw nothing out of the ordinary. He tagged along behind Andrew, up the narrow stairway to the second floor which held the bedrooms. Continuing on, Andrew made a right at the top of the landing.

Indecision was written all over the young wizard�s face as he stood before the closed doorway to what the Headmaster assumed was his mother�s bedroom. Gripping the door knob with a slightly shaky hand, Andrew slowly turned the knob whilst pushing on the door.

The Headmaster followed Andrew�s into the room to find his mother lying on her bed, a crumpled note in her left hand and the blood, it was everywhere. She had made an incision in her forearms from her wrist to her elbow, a thin neat line caused by the discarded razor blade Dumbledore saw lying next to the bed. The elderly wizard knew she had meant to die that morning as Patricia had even made the correct incision as to not be found in time, and if she were, there would be little, if any, hope of survival.

Albus knew that both mother and son shared a special bond and he also realised that Andrew was meant to find her like this. Dumbledore stepped closer to the bed and leant in closer to Andrew as he picked up the crumpled note. The old wizard read it over his shoulder.

Dear Andrew,

Forgive me, sweetheart, for what I have done and please don�t blame yourself. Life without your father has been tough on me; he was my world before you came along and even now, I expect him to walk through that door at night and I wait for him, I truly do, but he never comes. I grow weary of this world and just want to be reunited with your father in the next life, so I have decided to end my suffering.

Please understand this, Andrew, I will always love you and will watch out for you wherever I am. Hopefully, I will be with your father again and we can both watch out for you together.

I have to go now, before I lose my nerve and don�t go through with this. You will always be my special little boy.

Love you always,

Mum

Albus watched as Andrew reread the letter twice, blinking back tears of hurt and anguish. Andrew then screwed it up into a little ball and threw it in the corner of the room. Turning around to face his mother, he gathered her in his arms as he rocked her back and forth speaking incoherently.

Dumbledore took a step back and let the man grieve for his mother. His deafening sobs ripped into the Headmaster�s usually tough exterior. The elderly wizard looked on as Andrew�s grief turned into rage. It was written all over his face as he placed his mother back on the bed a little more callously than the reserved young wizard would have had he been in the right frame of mind. With a last look over his shoulder, Dumbledore felt that Andrew was saying his own personal good-bye as he left his mother�s home forever.

Following Andrew down the stairs and onto the street, he watched as Mr Poles snapped his wand in half and threw in the gutter. Andrew was now wandering aimlessly and the Headmaster felt it as sure as the air that he breathed, that this was a turning point for Andrew. It was the time when he decided he would leave the Wizarding world forever.

He looked on as Andrew turned to self-medication to ease his pain. He lived on the streets, in dirty alleys where only the lowest of God�s creatures ended up. Dumbledore realised that Andrew had reached the lowest point of his life and he would have died this way had it not been for one man, Cornelius Fudge.

The Headmaster delved deep into his own memory and remembered that Cornelius Fudge was a Junior Minister working for the Ministry at this time. Dumbledore figured, even then, that Fudge was only bidding his time before he became Minister of Magic and, as such, had to make contacts in both the magical and Muggle communities.

It was then, with a start, that Albus realised that Cornelius must have been watching the promising young wizard, Andrew Poles. What he couldn�t figure out was how he had located the man when all other charms had failed. Were they really that blind to mistake the body that Cornelius had so obviously planted to be that of Healer Andrew Poles?

Dumbledore began only now to comprehend the mind of Cornelius Fudge when he came to the realisation that he must have placed a discreet Locating Charm on Andrew and watched him from the distance as he went further and further into his own world of self-pity.

The Headmaster continued to observe as the next scene became focused in Andrew�s mind. He was in an alley way in downtown Muggle London and it was pouring down with rain. He looked down at Andrew Poles who was sleeping inside a cardboard box which was soaked through and shaking quite violently.

As he took in the scene before him, he noticed a man approaching the box where Andrew slept. As the man came into view, he saw that it was Cornelius Fudge; although he was admittedly younger, there was no mistaking the wizard before him. He watched on helplessly as Cornelius approached the man in the cardboard box, who looked a pale imitation of his former self. When Andrew did stir, Dumbledore saw that his eyes were bloodshot and he had lost a lot of weight. His skin had a pale and unhealthy look to it. He stared at Cornelius as he helped the man to his feet and as he hid a look of disgust on his face as he whisked him off to his own small but comfortable home.

Andrew sobered up soon enough and Cornelius spoke to him of a wonderful opportunity he had; all he had to do was to get cleaned up and then he could take the world by storm.

Albus listened as the Junior Minister explained everything to Andrew, his plan was simple enough; however; Andrew had lost the will to live. When Andrew explained this to Cornelius, Dumbledore expected the man to leave Mr Poles alone; instead Mr Fudge offered Andrew a way to forget everything. A simple yet effective Obliviate would do the trick.

The Headmaster felt like shouting at Andrew Poles not to be brainless and to think things through; however, he knew he would be wasting his time and he also knew that Andrew, being a Healer, would be suspicious of this quick fix. At St Mungo�s Andrew had seen his fair share of blotched Obliviates, yet Andrew reluctantly agreed.

Unbeknownst to Andrew, the elderly wizard watched Cornelius place some of the darkest memories his twisted mind could come up with to replace Andrew�s memories. Fudge made sure that Andrew hated all magicians and anything even remotely linking him to the Wizarding world. The Junior Minister now had in hand the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. A wizard, who thought he was a Muggle, with a background in medicine, it didn�t matter whether it was Wizarding or Muggle medicine, and Albus only now saw the scope of his twisted yet brilliant invention.

Cornelius now had someone who he could manipulate fully. Keeping the people that opposed his rise in office restrained in the Muggle world of mental institutions. Now all he had to do was to forge some forms and, before he knew it, Andrew would be integrated into the system known as mental health.

The Headmaster drew a weary breath and shook his head in sadness when he stepped back from the Pensieve. �So this was how Andrew Poles became Andrew Lopes, Head psychiatrist in the hospital known as Calan Park,� he reflected as he wiped an wayward tear from his face.

�Is there no end to the Minister�s fraudulence?� he thought as he stored the Pensieve away on one of his many shelves, warding it before pouring himself a drink.

***

A/N: Reviews make this girl very happy, so why don�t you leave me one and let me know what you think? I promise that all reviews will be answered in a witty and timely fashion. Who knows, it may even compel me to write faster.

So what did you think of Andrew Poles life? Did I explain it enough? Let me know.

A huge kiss goes out to my beta, LariLee, love you babe!

Disclaimer: All characters that you recognise belong to J.K. I promise to play nice with them and will try not to break them too much. Scouts� honour. Shame I was never a scout, hey.

51

52

53

You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Everything I Do, I Do It For You