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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

She knew something was wrong. He had barely looked at her since before supper a few hours ago, and not spoken to her at all. Their impassioned argument earlier that afternoon and the later tender apology now seemed like they had happened days ago. Had Minerva said something to him? Had she told him what Hermione had admitted concerning their relationship? Maybe he was furious with her for disclosing something so personal that concerned him.
Hermione was still seated in the chair before the desk. Snape had remained in his until about an hour past, when he'd suddenly pushed his chair back, the unexpected noise almost causing Hermione to drop the book in her lap, and risen to his feet. He'd begun pacing across the lower part of the room and hadn't stopped since.
She'd found it hard to concentrate since, instead straining to make out the barely audible mutterings of the dark wizard behind her. Sighting quietly she put down her book and reached for another one, Famous Witches throughout History. She needed to find more on Rowena Ravenclaw, but there was little about any of the founders that she could find that wasn't covered in Hogwarts, A History.
McGonagall hadn't been able to think of any significant item belonging to Gryffindor, besides the sword, and they already knew that wasn't a horcrux. Hermione went over her list again, thinking not only about the horcruxes themselves, but the places Voldemort had left them. Dumbledore had mentioned he had chosen many of the items or locations because of some particular event or connection to them; the cave where he had scared and hurt two of the orphanage children using magic, the ring he had taken from Morfin Gaunt before framing him for the murder of his father and which he had later left hidden in the Gaunt house.
Instinctively Hermione felt there should be something here at Hogwarts. Surely the place where he had begun his magical life, where he had learnt what he was capable of, must have a strong hold on him. What could she remember about his time there? The basilisk was the first thing to mind. Voldemort had killed a muggle girl… that would definitely count as a triumph for him, especially since he'd managed to lay the blame at Hagrid's feet.
Was it possible the basilisk had been one? She knew that making a horcrux out of an animal was dangerous as it was difficult to control, which is why she assumed he kept Nagini with him all the time. Would he have been willing to risk leaving the basilisk alone by itself for so long? She wasn't sure, but she pulled a piece of parchment across the table and noted it down. What else?
She couldn't really remember much else about his time at Hogwarts, apart from what she'd seen in the pensieve when Harry had told them about his 'lessons' with Dumbledore, and there was nothing of use. She leaned back in her chair, tapping the quill on her lips as she tried to think back about what Harry had described seeing in the diary back in their second year. He'd mentioned how worried Riddle had seemed when Hogwarts was threatened with closure… that just made her feel more sure there was a horcrux hidden here. He'd blamed Hagrid to keep the school open, and been given a special award into the bargain. The special award…where is that? Is that still in the trophy room here? Could that be it? It seemed more likely that the basilisk in any case.
McGonagall would be able to get to it. Hermione jotted it down on the parchment. Was there a way to test things to see if they were horcruxes? Hopefully McGonagall or maybe Professor Flitwick might know. Was there anything else at Hogwarts that Voldemort may have seen as particularly special? Even if there was no way to tell, all the possibilities could be gathered up and Harry could look to see if any were what they were looking for. He seemed to be able to tell, the thought of which only served to heighten her worry over his name on the list she'd found earlier.
She couldn't think of any other possibilities. The castle was enormous, and filled with so many magical items, and hidden rooms. She could have walked past a horcrux a thousand times and not have realised. There were more things hidden in the Room of Requirement than they could ever hope to search through in a life time, and who knew what other secret rooms could be hiding one? Gods, what if it is in there? It could be anything! And where better to hide something you don't want found?
She scribbled a note to McGonagall under the other two items. If there was a way to locate items imbued with dark magic then maybe they might find something, although in a room that size there were bound to be more than a few unsavoury items.
The muttering from behind her broke her train of thought once again, and she whirled round to look at Snape, irritated with him for disturbing her when she seemed to be on a roll. He was still pacing, but slowed to look up at her before coming to a halt. Hermione's breath hitched as she met his eyes, which were darker than normal with some strong emotion, and heat flooded her body. But the expression on his face was gone so quickly she could have almost imagined it. Maybe I did, she sighed. Maybe I was wrong.
Snape had always been one for pacing when he was stressed or trying to think. He found the rhythmic beat of his feet on the stone floors soothing. He had too much to worry over right at that moment, and needed to get rid of some of his nervous energy. No matter what Minerva had said, there was always more of a risk when more people knew a secret. That's why Albus had insisted on no one knowing in the first place. Snape couldn't afford to get caught. Not just because of his own likely death, but because of the promises he'd made to himself and Albus concerning avenging Lily's death and protecting Potter.
He'd known for years the risks associated with his spying act, but to get so far and die without knowing Lily would be avenged had always seemed far worse than death itself. But now, something had changed. It was the girl's fault. He'd never been afraid of doing what was needed. He had given up his life many years ago, but now she begun to bring his thirst for living back.
Stupid old man, he sneered at himself. She may tell you she wants you now, but what will happen once she is free again. Minerva is right. Even if she doesn't come to her senses and leave me, I would only hold her back. She has all her life ahead of her, a bright future, whereas I will be a tired old ex-death-eater, lucky not to be thrown into Azkaban. What could I offer her? At least Minerva knowing the truth of his loyalties put him in a better position to be absolved of Dumbledore's murder. If she survives what is coming. And not that I really expect to either.
But what about the girl? He needed to make sure she would be safe in any confrontation. The best thing was to follow the Dark Lord's command and teach her as much as possible about the Dark Arts. Maybe he could slip in enough defence along with the more offensive spells. He would make her practise against himself, and she would need to be able to defend herself in a duel. That would be excuse enough if the Dark Lord went prying. The girl was his after all, and he was always careful with his possessions.
He realised suddenly that he had stopped pacing, and was now staring at the back of the girl's bushy head, as she scribbled something down on a piece of paper. Mine… "No!" he growled, beginning to pace again. "Not mine. Stop wishing for something you will never have. Look what happened the last time you did. Twenty years later and you're still paying the price. Remember Lily… finish what you started for her sake."
But his mind wandered straight back to the girl, and he looked back up to find her watching him now, a frown on her face. Did she hear me? His feet slowed and then stopped. As he watched her frown disappeared and was replaced with an almost hungry look. Snape realised suddenly a similar one was covering his own features, and he quickly schooled his face back into a neutral expression. I've got to stop looking at her like that if she is to think I'm not interested…
To cover his lapse, he glanced at the clock, although he already knew it was late. He was particularly tired, having added two hours to the day, and after such an early start. Now for the next problem… sleeping arrangements. He just knew the girl was going to cause a fuss over him sleeping in a chair, but he couldn't face the thought of lying in a bed next to her right now. The temptation was too great, and he had to resist it, especially when he didn't have to perform for the Dark Lord to see.
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