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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
Once again, sorry for the slow update. Please let me know what you think of this chapter. Sorry to all those who were hoping to see more memories... I've got to keep some things back for later. x
The last of her memories dissolved around her, and Hermione found herself back in the Headmaster's study. She was not surprised to see that Snape was still absent. A quick glance at the old clock standing against one wall told her that it was now just past three. She was starting to feel hungry again, but figured she'd wait for Snape. A meal would give them a reason to sit and face each other yet give them both something to do should conversation prove too awkward. She wasn't even sure whether the house-elf she had seen earlier would respond to her, and she couldn't go into Snape's rooms to fix herself something.
Hermione sat down on the chair she had transfigured earlier, and finally dragged the pile of books she'd been eyeing all day across in front of her. She recognised them all from her memories, and was itching to get reading, but she'd decided to go over her notes carefully first. She knew she'd not managed to read everything she'd written over her own shoulder, and she didn't want to miss anything, or go over old territory.
She was quickly grateful for the references she'd written in the margins, as she would have been lost without being able to flick through to the appropriate chapter to give her a better idea of what she had been writing about. Soon she was lost in her notes and books, and had half-forgotten where she was, so, when there was a sharp rapping on the office door, she almost fell out of her chair in shock. Who's that? It can't be Snape… he wouldn't knock at his own door!
Forgetting for a moment that Snape had warded the door carefully she looked round for a place to hide. Despite the amount of clutter, there was nowhere except under the desk that help a space big enough for her, and even that would afford her no protection if someone walked around it. She looked around wildly as whoever it was knocked again.
What do I do? Her eyes fell suddenly on her wand which was lying on the desk. Of course… She grabbed it and ran across to an empty spot near the bottom of the stairs that lead up to their rooms. She quickly cast the strongest disillusionment charm she could manage on herself, before pressing herself up against the wall. Hopefully whoever it was would not actually making it into the office, but it didn't hurt to be safe. As she stood trembling there was a single knock then silence. Hermione held her breath and listened carefully. Did they go away?
She was half-convinced it was safe when, with no warning, the door suddenly flew open and Snape stormed through, his eyes darting around wildly as he spoke sharply to the woman over his shoulder.
"…no time for this today, Minerva."
Professor McGonagall… Oh Gods, my research… the memories. She glanced worriedly towards the desk.
Snape's eyes found her, despite the concealment charm, and, taking care not to be seen by the irate woman behind him, he lifted his wand towards her and muttered a few words under his breath. How did he see me? What did he just do? His stride never faltered as he moved towards his desk.
"Then you will just have to make time, Headmaster," McGonagall snapped back.
Snape reached his desk, frowned down for an instant at the array of phials, books and parchment littering the surface and his eyes flicked back for a second towards the corner she was standing in again. He moved round behind the desk, his wand out. McGonagall eyed it cautiously, but continued to walk towards him.
He lifted his wand, and the scattered objects began to tidy themselves, the phials disappearing quickly into the desk drawers, and the pensieve gliding smoothly over towards the cupboard. McGonagall watched curiously as the parchment and book began to stack neatly on the wooden surface, but luckily chose not to comment. Snape turned round to face her. Hermione tried not to bounce on her toes as she watched the two teachers.
"Since you are already taking up my time… what is it you want to discuss with me now, Minerva? What has one of your precious Gryffindors done this time? Or are you here to accuse me of something else this time?"
"I have not come to discuss the deplorable way you have been running this school. I have heard… There are rumours… that you are holding a student in your chambers, a female muggleborn, to be precise."
"And where would you have heard such a rumour, if indeed it truly exists," he sneered back.
McGonagall pressed her lips together tightly, obviously not willing to give up the information.
"I see. I take it by your presence here that you believe these rumours," he asked, sneering at her as he began to move round the desk. "Do you not think I get my fill of those dunderheads without feeling the need to lock one up with me in my rooms? What purpose could I possibly have in doing such a thing?" As he moved, one of his long sleeves caught the top of the pile of parchment and sent the top two pieces flying. Hermione automatically took a step forward before she remembered she needed to stay still. Snape quickly grabbed one piece, but could only watch the second flutter towards McGonagall who picked it up.
What little colour there was drained from Snape's face as she stood up straight again, holding the parchment carefully in both hands. Hermione could tell that he was making a large effort not to rip it out from her hands, but he couldn't help flicking his eyes towards her corner once more as she pressed herself back against the wall.
McGonagall followed his gaze across to where she stood, and she froze, thinking she'd been spotted. But after a moment she just frowned and turned her attention back to Snape, forgetting the parchment in her hands.
"It was suggested…" McGonagall paused, her mouth twisting in distaste.
"What? That I have locked up some poor girl just so I could force my attentions on her…? That is what you are so unwilling to say, is it not?"
McGonagall pinched her lips together again, looking nauseated at the thought. "The rumours were fairly explicit. There was little doubt as to the implications of what was discussed. Severus, please…"
"And you believed them…?" His voice was angry as he struggled to keep his composure and his eyes away from where Hermione was. She felt for him. He may have been forced to do such things to her, but she knew he had hated every moment. Snape was almost succeeding in keeping the expression off his face, but she knew him too well by now. The accusation had really upset him. She longed to run to his side and defend him against McGonagall.
"Once upon a time I would have never given it a moments though, but now… now I am not longer sure what to believe."
"Believe what you wish. I doubt whatever I say would convince you otherwise, you seem so certain of my guilt." His whole stance now radiated his fury and resentment at her words, as he stood stiff with his fists clenched, scowling menacingly at her.
"That is no answer, Severus! Are you or are you not holding a student in your rooms?" She stood her ground, obviously unwilling to drop the matter without an answer.
Snape glared back at her for a few moments before his shoulders dropped, the icy mask descending on his face once more. "I can assure you, I am not holding anyone here against their will. Now, if you have no further business…" He bit out the words through clenched teeth before raising an eyebrow at her questioningly.
"I have plenty of things to say to you, but none that you'd care to listen to, I'm sure," McGonagall retorted, turning away to leave.
Snape cleared his throat, holding his hand out for the parchment. McGonagall paused, before spinning back and lifting it toward him, finally looking at it for the first time since picking it up. As his fingers closed over it, she made a strangled noise and tugged it back away from him, peering at it incredulously. Oh Gods, no! She can't find out! What will we do if she realises? What will he do to her? Hermione felt her stomach drop as realisation began to dawn on Professor McGonagall's face.
"Minerva…" He reached out for it again, but she stepped back, holding it out of his reach. Snape immediately became defensive, stepping back from the desk and fingering his wand anxiously as he watched her, his expression dark. Hermione took another step forward, but Snape stopped her with a flick of his fingers. How did he know? Can he still see me?
McGonagall raised her head at his motion. "What is this?" She waved the parchment at him. "What are you doing with it? This is Miss Granger's handwriting. I would recognise it anywhere. And why do you have her writing about such disgusting, dark magic like…?"
"Minerva!" Snape snapped loudly, breaking McGonagall's tirade, but she only turned her attention to the pile of parchment covered in Hermione's own writing on the desk between them. She stepped forward, running her hand down the stack of books that stood there too. A resigned look spread over Snape's face, and Hermione held her breath, anxious to see what would happen next.
"So, it is true. And you are holding Miss Granger. Why, Severus? " she asked in a low dangerous voice.
Hermione could see her fingers moving slowly towards the wand in her pocket. She wanted to cry out, to warn Snape, but she knew he didn't want her to reveal herself. Snape's eyes flicked momentarily towards her corner once again.
"What have you done to the girl? By the gods, Severus, if you have laid one finger on that girl's head I'll…"
"You'll what, Minerva?" Snape growled. "You'll hex me? DO you really think it wise to threaten me?"
"You will release Miss Granger immediately," she replied, ignoring his words. Hermione felt a surge of affection for the elderly witch, and her eyes darted between the two of them, hoping it wouldn't come down to a fight. I can't leave him. This is too important. He's too important to… to Harry and the fight against Voldemort.
"And why would I want to do that?" Snape drawled.
McGonagall's eyes widened as his words confirmed her suspicions, and she quickly pulled out her wand, just as Snape lifted his. But instead of pointing it at him, she spun quickly, holding her wand towards Hermione.
"Finite Incantatum!"
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