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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
He'd been right, she hadn't liked the thought of him sleeping in his chair, and had tried to insist on him sharing the bed with her, since there wasn't room enough in his study for a second bed. When he'd refused again she'd reminded him that it wouldn't be the first time they'd slept together, and he'd been unable to stop his eyes from travelling all over her body at the remembrance. She'd blushed under his scrutiny and stammered her continuing arguments again the chair.
He'd won, although the whole of the next day he'd cursed himself for not giving in. Despite the fact that he had transfigured his chair to be wider and softer, he'd ended up with a sore neck and back from the uncomfortable position he'd slept in. How he was going to get through another night he wasn't sure. He knew the girl would argue with him over it again, and his body screamed out for a comfortable night's sleep.
Now, Snape was striding quickly down the empty hall, his footsteps echoing eerily in the silence as they made their way back to his study. The disillusioned girl besides him made no noise, a charm stifling the whisper of her soft shoes on the stone floors. It was suppertime. All the students and teachers would be in the main hall still, and she had somehow convinced him to accompany her to the main library. Fool idea, why did I agree to this?
Because she begged you to… He pushed the though away, trying to listen out for anyone coming, although really there was no chance of coming across anyone in the halls for another few minutes. Meal times were strictly disciplined, all students having to report at the same time and eating in silence, so different from previous years.
He'd wanted the walk too, needing to stretch his legs a bit in the hope of working out some of the kinks. In actual fact he'd ended up stiffer than before from the tension of holding himself ready in case someone should come by and see the two of them in the library. Hopefully the girl had found what she needed, for she would not me making another trip. The danger of letting her wander the corridors was just too great.
He turned the corner into the hall that led to his office, to find himself face to face with Alecto Carrow, her equally vile brother behind her. Shit! What are they doing in this corridor? He had an inkling of an idea, but it didn't bode well, if he was correct. He managed to keep the panic off his face as Alecto stepped into the space the girl had been occupying next to him.
"Has dinner finished already?" he asked with a sneer. He felt the girl move behind him silently. The twins hadn't seemed to notice anything. Good girl, now stay there and don't move.
"There was a problem in the kitchens, dinner has been delayed," Alecto snarled back insolently.
How Snape wished he could get rid of her. She was by far the worse of the two, and Amycus was bad enough. She had to be one of the ugliest women he'd ever laid eyes upon, both inside and out.
"And the students?"
"Locked in their houses for now." Amycus spoke, stepping forward and giving his sister a warning glace. He had always been the more level-headed of the two, although that wasn't saying much. "We came up to inform you."
"What exactly happened in the kitchens?"
"There was a rainstorm that destroyed all the food just before it was ready to be sent up. It appears to be one of those Weasley products that was to blame, although we cannot tell exactly which miserable student set it up. Those stupid creatures saw nothing. They were far too busy wailing and hurting themselves to notice anything. McGonagall is probably still down there, calming the dimwits down enough to prepare more."
Snape seriously doubted any of the students had done such a thing. It was far more likely the twins had done it themselves. He had a horrible feeling they had found some way to know when he left his rooms, and had caused the diversion to try and get in to his rooms at a time he would expect everyone to be in the Great Hall.
"You will find out who did it and bring them to me for punishment." Alecto opened her mouth to speak but he quickly continued. "You will bring me proof… not one of your half made-up stories. And you will not lay a finger on them. The Dark Lord does not wish any more of our students to disappear because their families are… dissatisfied with the way this school is run. He knows who to blame if they do, and I'm sure you do not wish to find him more… displeased with you than he is already."
Alecto growled warningly at the reminder, but Snape just smirked at her, knowing they both been Crucio'd for speaking so freely where they could be overheard. The subject matter itself may not have been particularly important to keep secret, although it would have caused him more than a few problems had it got out, but the Dark Lord didn't like his affairs discussed where they might be overheard.
"You won't always have the Dark Lord's protection. One day, Snape, he will see you for the traitorous bastard you really are, and when you're on your knees begging for mercy I pray I will be there to see it," she hissed.
"I don't see him here now to protect me," he taunted. "And yet the two of you are still afraid to test me. Or would you like to try now?" He spoke confidently, unwilling to let the bitch feel she'd gained anything by her words, and sure that he could take the both of them. They were strong and nasty enough to cow the students, or when they were up against opponents unwilling or unable to utilise the Dark Arts, but despite his irritation with silly wand-waving Snape was far superior to them in both knowledge and ability. Plus the girl was there, and the two of them would find it easy to overpower the twins.
Snape felt the girl touch his arm gently, indicating that she'd moved up beside him in case the Carrows did decide to attack. He looked carefully at one, then the other. Neither of them seemed willing to take him up on his offer, though hatred blazed clearly in both faces.
"I didn't think so," he jeered, turning quickly. He swept past Alecto's scowling, pig-like face towards his office, eager to get the girl back into the safety of his rooms. He was halfway down the hall before his sixth sense tingled. Turning quickly he pulled out his wand from his sleeve, raising his arm. The hex streaking towards him suddenly ricochet off a shield charm a few feet from his face. It wasn't his.
Alecto had obviously realised he hadn't cast the charm either. "The mudblood…" she hissed from down the corridor. She took a step forward. With a quick look at Snape's face and ready stance with his wand, Amycus grabbed her arm and pulled her away round the corner. After a few seconds Snape relaxed slightly, still watching carefully in case they tried anything else. He felt the girl's hand slip into his, and he let it stay there. With one last glance down the hall he turned, tugging on her arm. "Come on."
He could tell the ward on his study had been tampered with, although not broken.
"What's the matter?" he heard the girl whisper beside him.
"They tried to get in. Not that they even came close. Brute strength won't get through my wards, or the castle's own protection, and those two certainly don't have the finesse or the knowledge required to get through."
"What did they want?" she replied as they walked into his study, shutting the door behind them. The disillusionment charm fell away.
"I can only guess," he said quietly, looking down at her, his eyes telling her what he did not want to say.
"Oh," she said, looking down to where their hands were still joined as realisation dawned. "They want me? But why?" She looked back up at him, seeking reassurance with her eyes.
Quickly Snape pulled his hand out of hers, turning away and trying to forget the feel of her soft, warm skin against his. He had no comfort to give her. "Most likely they wish to get to me. They would love to find some proof that the Dark Lord's trust in me is misplaced, although Alecto probably just wishes to get rid of you. She hates muggles and muggle-borns with a passion almost as strong as Bellatrix's." He heard the girl's sharp intake of breath at the name and the rustle of cloth as she raised her fingers to the scars on her arm.
"They were both present for your… display, the night you cursed Lucius," he continued. "And there is a good chance they know you have been bound to protect me and that you have your wand back. You are powerful in your own right and only make my position more unassailable. I don't doubt they would kill you if the opportunity presented itself."
"I don't understand. Aren't you supposed to be working together? Won't You-Know-Who be angry if they kill me? He's expecting me to being Harry to him."
"Perhaps they do not know that detail. In any case, they would either try to place the blame on me or just trust that the Dark Lord holds them in higher esteem because they are pure-bloods and you only a mud… muggle-born. And Death-Eaters do not work together, they fight for power and position constantly. The Dark Lord has always encouraged such behaviour, as long as it doesn't interfere with his plans. With me out of the way the Carrows have control over the school, and if they managed to find evidence I am unfaithful to the Dark Lord they would move up the ranks very quickly."
"That's a horrible way to live, not even being able to trust the people on your side. I couldn't imagine living like that." She wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered.
Snape had no reply to give her. It was just the way things were. "You had better get reading. We need to be up early to use the time-turner."
"Why can't we just do it later this evening?"
"Firstly you need to get a good night's sleep, as we will be returning to yesterday morning, and it will be a long, tiring day for you. Also, it will be easier for us to return exactly two days rather than go 40 hours back."
"Easier? How?"
"No more questions, you will see tomorrow." He walked around his desk and sat down heavily, a growing pressure behind his eyes indicating the onset of a full-blown headache. He pulled a drawer open and rooted around in it for a pain-relief potion. Damn! There were none left, and he couldn't get into his lab until the morning. He rubbed his temples tiredly.
The girl followed him to the desk and sat down opposite, curling up into the enlarged and cushioned armchair she had transfigured after getting fed up of the hard wooden chair that had been there before. She eyed him as he massaged his head, but wisely said nothing, instead pulling a set of shrunken books out of her pocket and enlarging them with a wave of the wand. She opened the top one and began to read.
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