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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

Hermione began to shake, her mouth opening in an effort to refuse the order, but nothing would come out.
Voldemort chuckled. "I think your little pet has found you out, Severus."
She turned her head towards Snape, her eyes filling with tears as she still fought to speak, but he was unrepentant. Her throat began to close up as she tried to resist the binding oath she had unknowingly made, and she grabbed at her neck as she started choking.
Snape grabbed her, pulling her close so he could whisper in her ear. "You are mine, pet. You made the promise to obey me willingly, when you knew what sort of person I am. You will stop trying to fight this command. Harry Potter must stand before the Dark Lord, you know this, the prophecy must be fulfilled. Stop fighting it, your loyalty belongs to me, not Potter, not anymore."
He gently ran his fingers up and down her throat as he spoke, his voice quiet and soothing, and quickly she felt the contracting muscles in her neck relax, and she took a few shuddering breaths before collapsing against him. He moved away slowly, letting her slide down into an undignified heap on the floor.
She could hear Voldemort speaking, his tone angry, but she paid no attention to his words, still struggling to catch her breath and clear her head. What Snape had said to her made sense, and she was glad he had spoken before she had made herself suffocate. Harry would have to face Voldemort, one way or another. He knew it himself, so what harm would there be in her accompanying him. At least he wouldn't be alone.
She grimaced as a muscle in her throat spasmed. He would be alone though, really. It was as Snape had said, her loyalty was to him now. Would she be able to bear it when Harry realised what she had done? She pulled herself up to a sitting position and cautiously watched the two dark wizards conversing across the room as she rubbed her aching neck.
Despite his striking appearance, it was not Voldemort that held her attention, it was her own wizard that her eyes followed, watching the delicate movements of his hands, the way his full lips formed his words, the graceful way he held himself. She shivered, imagining those hands and lips on her skin. She would bear it, the pain of betraying her friend. She would bear it for him.
A few words drifted across the room and she listened intently.
"…stop her from harming herself needlessly when she can be of so much use."
Voldemort hissed something back, but she couldn't make out what he was saying.
She heard Snape's reply. "I apologise, my Lord, but the girl is already fully aware of the prophecy. She must realise there is no way the boy could defeat you."
Voldemort spoke louder this time. "No, the boy will face me and die."
He laughed, but she thought there was something uneasy about the sound. Hermione watched as his fingers lovingly ran across the wand that he held in the hand nearest her. But that… that's Dumbledore's wand. Why has he got it? She thought furiously for a few minutes, missing the next part of the conversation. It must be something to do with the way his wand and Harry's are paired. He can't use it against him. But why take Dumbledore's wand in particular?
The two men moved back to the chairs, Snape settling back into the one near her, pulling her back by the hair to rest against his leg again. She tuned back into their conversation quickly, in case she was asked anything by either of them.
"…pleased with the girl. She has proven to be very… diverting. May I inquire if my Lord has any plans for her after your defeat of Potter and the Order?"
"I am undecided. She may continue to prove herself useful. There will be many mudbloods to round up, and we must find some use for them. Many of those who saw your pet's little display have been complaining. They want to know why you should have all the fun. I am thinking of rewarding them each with one of their own, although I don't expect there to be many who are as… talented as your little pet, Severus. Or so happily accepting of their new position, a testament to your skills, of course."
Hermione frowned. What does he mean, Snape's skills? What has he been doing?
"So I am to keep her?"
"Why, are you tired of her already? Maybe you would like a fresh one to break?"
"No, my Lord. I have no wish to repeat the effort with what would be a doubtlessly less intelligent specimen. The girl will do for my purposes. She is clever enough to assist me, and attractive enough for my tastes. I was merely wondering what I will do with her if my Lord allows me to keep her."
"Put her to use any way you wish, Severus. Although I have been thinking on another problem which has begun to make itself apparent in the last few years. The dwindling of the old magical bloodlines is a cause for concern, whereas those with muggle or mixed blood seem to be holding up better. You yourself are a half-blood and you are more powerful than the vast majority of my followers. The power and ability this mudblood seems to hold… any child born of such a union would no doubt be strong indeed."
Hermione stifled a gasp, and she could feel Snape's leg tense against her.
"My Lord… surely you can't mean…"
"It is one of many possibilities I am considering. I would allow all of my followers to breed with the mudbloods I give them. They will of course, continue the pure bloodlines with a spouse from one of the other houses, but I wish to increase the amount of magical blood, and none must be wasted. Many who originally joined me have died in the past 16 years, and more will be lost before I have full control. I must have more to replace them. And who would be more loyal that those brought up to serve me from birth."
Hermione couldn't see his face, but she could imagine the ghastly smile on his face as he uttered those words. She felt horribly sick, and very grateful for the warmth of Snape's leg. She pressed her cheek into it, her head bowed, and tried to take what comfort she could from his presence beside her.
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