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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
I'm thinking of naming the chapters. Does anyone have any favourite chapters they can think of a name for?

Snape was brooding on the balcony again. It had become his favourite place to do so since the girl had been given to him. It was the one place in his rooms he would not be disturbed, since she now had access to every room except the study, and there he could always count on Albus to interrupt his silent contemplation.
The last week had been hard, both on himself and the girl. He knew he had been driving her hard, but he wanted to make sure she was as capable as possible before going into battle against far more experienced Death-Eaters.
She had picked up everything he had shown her after a few tries at most, even though he'd started to show her more darker and difficult spells in the last few days. Not that he'd really been all that surprised. He'd heard enough stories of how quickly she picked up new spells from the other staff over the years, and the Dark Arts spells he was teaching her were no exception. Despite his general dislike of foolish wand-waving, he had to admit to himself that he was… impressed with her skills.
When they had first started she had quailed at learning even some of the lesser hexes and curses, but he had quickly seen a change take effect within her. In one way the difference had been obvious from the moment he had awoken her after Obliviating her. She might be bound to follow his commands, but she was no longer so infatuated with him that she couldn't think for herself. On one hand he was relieved, but more and more he found himself missing the heated glances she had given him before. Now her eyes were dull and lifeless most of the time.
Over the last few days, however, he had seen the eager gleam that had appeared in her eyes at the prospect of learning a new spell, however nasty it was. He could see she was starting to be seduced by the Dark Arts. It had been inevitable, with her propensity to pick up new spells so quickly, and the knowledge the Dark Arts would seem to offer, especially when the witch was talented enough to be able to master pretty much anything she set her mind to.
Snape couldn't help fearing for her. She had been so subdued over the past week, only showing a hint of fire when learning either a potion or a spell, and even then he could see her thoughts were directed inwards. He was beginning to see rather too much of the way he had been himself when at school, lonely, introverted, and with a burning desire for knowledge and a good understanding of the Dark Arts. He desperately hoped the situation would be resolved soon before she would be too far gone along the path that he had trod so many years previously. If it didn't he would be forced to find another way to break through the walls that she had begun to wrap around her.
Luckily, it seemed the Dark Lord believed that the deciding battle was imminent. Snape had been called to his side a few hours previous. The Dark Lord had explained how he could feel the anticipation coming from Potter though their bond. He had been unwilling to invade the boy's mind further, considering the length of time it had taken for him to recover the last time. Exactly what the boy was preparing for, the Dark Lord wasn't sure, but he had started gathering his followers from all over the globe.
Just how many, and what creatures were on his side, Snape couldn't tell. The Dark Lord had been careful that no one except himself knew all the details, so that the Order could not be informed what to expect. Snape had had very little useful information in that regard that he had been able to pass on to Minerva. He had, however, managed to pass on the parchment given to him by the girl to the elderly witch.
At breakfast on the Monday morning he had instructed her to report to his office in a tone of voice that had made the Carrow twins look up at Minerva with a smirk, and the rest of the head table to look uncomfortable. Minerva herself had managed to look suitably anxious at the thought of what she might be required in the Headmasters office for, and he had breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was able to act appropriately around him. Despite her earlier assurances he had been worried she would not be able to pull it off.
They'd had little time in his office to discuss anything before lessons began, so he'd handed the note over to her, and sat down to watch her read through it quickly. He'd watched her expression flick from surprised, through worried before settling on determined. She'd informed him that she would deal with what the girl had told her, and that she would find a way to send a message back when she had any news. She'd inquired as to the girl's health, although Snape had read between the lines and understood that she'd really been asking about how he was treating her. He'd replied that the girl was as well as could be expected, before Minerva had had to hurry off to her first lesson.
An owl had banged on his office window a few days later, carrying a short letter addressed to him, informing him that there was no need to reply, and to pass on the second letter to the girl. He was thankful not to have to find another excuse to speak to her, especially with the Carrows watching him so carefully.
When the dark mark had flared earlier that evening, his first thought had been that been that they'd somehow been found out. He could barely remember what he had said to the girl as he had all but run out, and he'd not stopped to tidy away his own ingredients as he usually did, although he could faintly remember chucking his notebook in a drawer that no one could open bar himself. He'd been gone for some time now, and the girl was probably getting bored and nosey. He only hoped the more obscure ingredients would stop her from working out what he was trying to create. If the Dark Lord found out what he was making he was as good as dead.
Instead of being hexed the moment he had appeared, as he had half believed would happen, he'd found himself at a meeting to discuss the upcoming battle that the Dark Lord was sure was imminent. He'd breathed a silent sigh of relief, and put his mind to gathering as much information as possible. He would have to find some way to pass whatever he found out on to Minerva. The Dark Lord was convinced the fight would happen at Hogwarts. He'd been catching occasional glimpses of the castle in the mind of the boy, and was convinced that Potter would make an appearance there sooner rather than later.
Once Voldemort had finished describing what he had felt from the boy and informing his death-eaters about the many others arriving from other countries, they had begun to plan. Extra patrols of Hogsmeade and the area around Hogwarts had been arranged. The grounds were shielded and warded enough that Potter shouldn't be able to get into the castle, not without help at least, and there Snape had suspicions which he was careful to tuck away into the furthest corners of his mind, lest the Dark Lord catch sight of them.
After an hour or more, the meeting had broken up, a select few told to remain, the Dark Lord speaking to each of them in turn, each conversation hidden from the others. When it was Snape's turn the Dark Lord had had rifled through his recollection of the past week. For some reason he had also looked further back, first at the failed attempts by Draco to murder Dumbledore. He had lingered longest on the scene on the Astronomy Tower, forcing Snape to relive the events again and again until he was satisfied. What he had been looking for, Snape wasn't sure, and the Dark Lord had asked him no questions, despite his obvious interest in what had happened that night.
He had been curious as to why Snape had again not been taking advantage of the girl's willingness to please, but again he hadn't pressed Snape for a convincing answer. Snape's excuse that they had been extremely busy and that he disliked mixing work with his own pleasure had been dismissed with a careless wave of long, cold fingers.
What had Snape worried though, was the way the Dark Lord had been eyeing him suspiciously, even more so after having rooted through his memories. What had he seen to make him doubt his loyalty? Had someone noted his chat with Minerva, or spotted the owl that had carried her message a few days later? Whatever the Dark Lord suspected, it was obviously not enough yet to convict him. He would have to be even more on guard than usual, although he was still unwilling to use the girl the way the Dark Lord expected.
Despite the darkness he was beginning to see gathering behind her eyes, he was reluctant to return to the way things had been. He knew his rejection was hurting her, and he had expected tears. They had stopped quickly, and even though he'd not needed legilimency to see the lust in her eyes when she looked at him, she'd soon seemed to accept the new status quo, even if she didn't like it.
Snape didn't want to ruin all the good work he'd done by backing off. He was sure that once this was all over, as it seemed it might be before long, she would get over it all that much quicker if he had been distant and uncaring, rather than a lover, no matter how unconventional. And no matter how much I want to be. He knew that was an impossibility though. How could someone like her want me? I don't deserve her. Minerva had said as much as well the previous week when she had questioned their relationship. Damn Albus for putting ideas in my head! I should know better by now than to listen to him.
The old headmaster had been concerned when Snape had returned from the meeting an hour ago, and filled the portrait in on the details. Albus had been unable to think of a good reason for the Dark Lord's mistrust, but he had advised Snape to change his mind regarding the girl, since their changed relationship was the only thing he had questioned him on.
Albus had been hinting since the girl arrived that maybe some good would come out of her presence. Snape had deliberately chosen not to understand what he meant, and the painting had eventually come right out and told him a few weeks ago that he thought they would do well together. Snape had told him to stop being ridiculous, but he had never been able to completely shake the idea of a real relationship with the girl, no matter how improbable, and from the twinkle in Albus' eyes, he was well aware of how Snape felt for her.
Albus had therefore been extremely unimpressed with Minerva when she had told Snape to rethink his relationship with the girl, and annoyed that he had chosen to heed the witch's words. Of course Albus would suggest a return to the way things were before, no matter that Snape considered what he had been doing to her little better than rape. The old man was blinded with his silly notions of love. For him it was a cure all for everything wrong with the world, but Snape knew from bitter experience that he was wrong. No, he was going to ignore Albus' advice for once, and do what he though was best for the girl. What could a painting know about such things in any case?
Far below a bell rang, signalling the end of lessons. Snape sighed. He'd been outside long enough, wasting time, and who knew what the girl had been up to in his absence. They had plenty of work to be getting on with, and no time for idling. She was making great progress, but there was still lots to be learned if he was to give her the best chance at surviving the upcoming confrontation. With one last look up at the dismal, overcast sky he left the balcony.
When he opened the door to his lab, he found the girl leaning over his cauldron, eyeing up the ingredients to one side, a set of tongs in one hand. Shit! There was enough there for someone as clever as her to have some sort of idea as to what the potion was for. Dread was replaced by anger, although in reality it was directed at himself for leaving it out in full view of the overly-inquisitive witch.
The girl jumped in surprise at his entrance, and immediately a guilty look crossed her face at being caught with her nose in the cauldron, even after he had made it clear she was not to concern herself with it. He strode across the room to glare down at her, pulling the tongs from her hand.
"Get… out! He ground out the word from between clenched teeth.
The girl ran for the door. Snape didn't watch her leave, slumping over the cauldron instead and staring down into the orange liquid. Gods, what if she had figured out what he was trying to make. Would he be able to remove it from her memories without leaving an obvious gap? He would have to look into her mind to see whether she'd figured it out, and if she had, he would have to take the risk of removing it. He couldn't afford to be discovered now.
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