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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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Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

Hermione struggled to control her already churning stomach as they appeared at their destination. Hermione bent over, clutching her stomach as she held on tight to Snape's arm.
Once it had settled as much as it was likely to get she finally looked round, realising that once again they were outside the Malfoy's house. Snape pushed her away gently. "Come girl. Walk here." He pointed to a spot a pace or two behind and to one side of him, and began to stride towards the gates. She fell in behind him immediately.
Snape pulled his wand out with a flourish and waved it at the gates before walking straight through them. Hermione barely flinched as she followed him, feeling the cold of the iron pass through her body.
"Don't forget to keep your head down. You will not speak unless I give you permission. Do as you're told and you'll be fine. You are mine and I will allow no harm to come to you. Understand, pet?"
"Yes, Master," she replied, trying to control her anxiety. She wanted to trust him, but she knew that if Voldemort wanted to hurt her, Snape would have no choice but to let it happen.
Some time later Hermione was sitting by her master's feet, her head in his lap as he spoke with Voldemort. She kept her eyes down as instructed, but she could still feel the reptilian eyes of the man opposite watching her carefully, and she was grateful for the warmth beneath her cheek and the soothing way he occasionally stroked her hair as they conversed.
Upon arrival a quivering house elf had left her for about half an hour in the same small room as before. Snape had given it instructions that no one was to be allowed in to see her without him present. Hermione had paced the room nervously as she'd waited, and the moment the door had opened she'd flung herself to the floor, her whole body trembling as she'd seen the bare, pale feet stop before her downturned face.
Voldemort had laughed, apparently delighted at her show of submission. He'd been satisfied with her willingness to please Snape, and his search of her mind had been relatively quick and painless compared to previous times. She didn't think he'd been looking for anything in particular, although he'd flitted through many memories from the previous weeks, lingering on certain moments between herself and Snape.
Now, the two of them were discussing issues concerning those at Hogwarts. Hermione had been shocked to hear a few minutes ago that the older students had been allowed to practise cursing each other, and had been even more surprised to find that Snape had stopped the younger years from having to do the same. Voldemort, it seemed, had reluctantly agreed, in the hopes of preventing more pureblood students disappearing from the school.
Her ears pricked up again at the mention of a few names she recognised. Apparently some of her friends had been causing problems and were now hiding from the Carrows. She kept very still, trying to hide the smirk on her face. Good for Neville, she thought. She'd not realised quite how bad things were at Hogwarts, although it didn't really surprise her. I wonder how Professor McGonagall is coping. Those Carrows sound awful. It never occurred to her to blame Snape for any of it.
Suddenly the conversation turned to her again.
"…past few years she has shown herself to be… acceptable at potion-making. Now that I have managed to cure her of her more irritating tendencies she may as well be of some use. As my Lord knows, I am currently researching various new potions, but with all the other demands placed on my time I am not progressing as fast as I wish. Some require constant attendance for long periods of time, which I currently do not have at my disposal. The girl is competent enough to assist me in this."
There was a pregnant pause, in which Hermione held her breath and waited for Voldemort's answer. How she wished she could look up at the both of them to see their expressions, but she didn't dare.
"I think there is more, Severus. Go on."
Out of the corner of her eye she was aware of Snape glancing down at her.
"May I, my Lord?"
Nothing more was said, and after a few moments a buzzing sound filled her ears. She could just about make out the timbre of Snape's voice, but not the words he was saying. What are they talking about? Am I going to be allowed to help him with his work? He said I was acceptable at potion-making. She felt a swell of pride as she thought about his rare commendation.
A short while later the buzzing stopped, and she tensed as Voldemort appeared suddenly in front of her. With a flick of his wand he had pulled her up onto her knees, her head pulled back. Snape hadn't moved. Inwardly she was screaming with fear, but she was unable to make a sound.
"So tell me, does the little mudblood wish to help and take care of her master?"
Her mouth gaped, but she remembered she still didn't have permission to speak.
"You may answer the Dark Lord," Snape sad smoothly from behind her.
"Yes… please, sir. If he wishes me to."
"It would, pet."
Voldemort laughed. "And what would you do to help him."
"Anything, anything he wants me to do," she said breathlessly.
"You would of course be needing this back, if you are going to assist him." Voldemort pulled out her wand from a hidden pocket in his robe.
Her eyes widened at the sight, and she licked her lips hungrily. I'm going to be allowed to do magic again?
"Severus…?" said Voldemort, still watching her carefully, as if waiting for something. She was released and sagged slightly before Snape grabbed her and turned her round to face him.
"Listen carefully pet. Before you are released from your binding there are a few instructions you will follow. First, you will not perform any magic or use anything in my lab without mine or the Dark Lord's express permission."
"Yes, master," she replied as Snape paused and looked at her expectantly. I'm going to be allowed to do magic. I would agree to anything…
"Secondly, you will do everything in your power to complete the tasks you are set, and follow all instructions carefully."
"Yes, Master." When have you ever known me to do otherwise?
"You will defend yourself from anyone seeking to harm you, unless either the Dark Lord or I wish you to be punished. You belong to me, and I will be displeased if you allow yourself to become injured in any way. You have already shown yourself capable of defending yourself, but I will be continuing your education in various areas until I am satisfied."
"Yes, Master." She had a sneaky feeling her lessons would include dark magic. Her stomach began to tighten slightly.
"And finally, when the time comes, you will find Potter, keep him alive and unharmed, and then you will… deliver him to the Dark Lord."
Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open in an expression of horror.
"Do you understand?"
She tried to shake her head, but she heard herself say, "Yes, master." Her eyes almost bulged out of her head as her hands flew to her mouth. Noooooo!
She screamed in her head, realising suddenly what Snape had done. Her promise to obey… it had been binding. Snape must have done something. Abruptly she remembered the way he had grabbed her face and held it up to his. She'd not been able to see his other hand. He must have been holding his wand. I felt the promise take hold… how did I not know?I wasn't even the first time… He did it before too… when I promised to please him. Shit, what have I done…? Harry! Oh Gods!
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