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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

Snape carefully placed her memories down on his desk before returning to the cupboard. He pulled out a dark silver bowl that she immediately recognised as a pensieve, before crossing the room again and placing it down next to the phials.
"You are still held to your promise to obey me, Miss Granger, so listen carefully. This is of the utmost importance. I am about to show you a memory that will explain certain things, although it is likely to leave you with more questions than you started with. At the moment those questions must go unanswered, for there is too much to do and very little time. All you need to understand for now, is that you must trust me. Should you be captured, you must make sure that you have obliviated any memory of what I am about to show you, as well as this entire conversation. Should the Dark Lord discover this in your mind, both our lives would be forfeit.
"You will view this first memory in the pensieve. I will then show you how to replace your own memories back inside your head,using two of your own memories that are vital for you to remember. Once I teach you this, if you survive the upcoming battle, you will be able to regain all that you have lost by replacing therest of the memories in this cupboard."
"Wha…?" she began, but paused at a sharp look from Snape.
Then he sighed, looking defeated. "Go on, Miss Granger. I expect you will burst if I don't allow you at least one question."
There were too many she wished to ask, so she voiced the first one that popped into her head. "Why can't I just put the first memory back instead of using another?" Damn that was a stupid question…
"You cannot put the first memory into you head, because it is mine… It would be quite painful if you tried. After this has all finished, provided Potter defeats the Dark Lord, you will be able to retrieve the rest of your memories. These will include your own version of what I am about to show you."
"But why can't you just give me my own memory instead? Why do I need to see yours instead?"
Snape eyed her for a moment as if to remind her that she had already used up her single question, but chose to answer her anyway. "There are certain moments in your memory that I do not wish for you to have access to at present. You will see only what is necessary for you to understand, and no more for now."
Hermione's mouth twisted in irritation. She so hated not knowing or understanding something, and every question Snape answered was only giving rise to a hundred more. Something else occurred to her suddenly.
"You said if I am captured I must obliviate myself. Won't that mean that I will lose my own memory that you show me how to put back."
Snape's eye's flicked towards the small clock on the wall before he answered. "You would, but within your other memories is more than one copy of there particular memories. You will not have lost it altogether, although the original may have gone. You need these memories to complete the task you have been set."
Hermione opened her mouth to speak again, but Snape stalled her with a glare. "I've answered more than enough questions already. You will understand soon enough. "He gestured towards the bowl on the desk. "I believe you know how to use a pensieve."
Hermione stood up and walked slowly towards the desk. "I've never used one, but I know how it works, yes."
Snape seemed to roll his eyes at her statement, but didn't comment on it. Instead he lifted his wand to his head and closed his eyes in concentration for a moment, before pulling out a silky strand from his forehead and depositing it in the pensieve. "This memory is taken from the night you arrived here. It is not a full recollection of the nights events, but it will show you enough of what you need for now."
"And the other memories, the ones I will be putting back, when did they happen?"
He grimaced at the question. "One your your own memories is of the cell you were held in under Malfoy Manor when you were captured, the other covers certain events across the past year. Now… that is enough, we have much to do before Pott… before you must go."
Hermione eyed him curiously, wondering what he had been about to say.
"Quick girl. You are wasting time!"
With one last look Hermione turned to the pensieve before her, and lowered her face to the surface.
As the mist resolved into the first memory, Hermione saw herself lying in Snape's bed. The fire was burning merrily and the room was warm. She looked around with a frown. The room was decorated very differently to how it was now. There were still very few personal items around the room, but the furnishings were rich and comfortable, the colours warm.
A movement on the bed attracted her attention and she watched her past self as she slowly began to wake up and eventually sit and look around the room in puzzlement. She was wrapped in thick blankets which fell down part-way to reveal that she was still naked and covered with dirt from her time at the manor.
Hermione took a moment to realise that Snape was also in the room, having just stepped in and now closing the door quietly behind him. Hermione of the memory gasped and pulled the blankets up tightly around her, cringing at the sight of him.
"Miss Granger, please. I will not touch you. You are quite safe, for now anyway." Hermione didn't move, except to stare at him disbelievingly.
"Miss Granger, trust me. All is not as it seems. There are things that you don't know, things that Dumbledore never…."
"Dumbledore is dead, you saw to that." The hatred in her words was obvious. The real Hermione was shocked to see the sad expression that fell over Snape's face at these words. "You betrayed the one person who trusted you. Why? Why did you do it? Is the thought of grovelling at that snake's feet so appealing to you?!"
"You understand nothing, girl." His face was ashen and his manner defensive. He was very little like the Snape that Hermione had known as her professor or the man that had kept her captive for the past few weeks.
"Maybe you'd like to explain it to me then," she spat. Hermione could see that in her memory she had been livid, possibly spurred on into standing up to Snape only because he seemed more unsure of himself that she had ever seen him. In her fury she knelt up on the bed and moved towards him. The blanket she had wrapped around her dropped slightly as she moved, exposing one breast. She didn't notice, as intent on Snape as she was. He noticed, his mouth dropping open for a second before he spun around and, rubbing the bridge of his nose, asked her to cover herself again.
Hermione gaped at him, before she flushed with embarrassment and hurriedly rearranged the blanket to cover herself. Before she had a chance to start berating him again, Snape spoke, still facing away from her.
"Granger, I have no time to spend convincing you to trust me." He seemed surer of himself suddenly, more like the Snape she knew, taking advantage of Hermione's momentary loss of momentum. Back to Granger now, is it?
"I can only think of one way to show you that I do indeed speak the truth, that I want to help you. There are robes in my wardrobe which you can wear. I'm afraid they will all be too big, but you will have to make do for now. I will wait outside, come out as soon as you are dressed."
"Why should I trust you even that far?" she snapped back.
"You have no choice," he retorted. "You are here in my power whether you trust me or not. If I wanted to attack you I could have done so quite easily by now." He raised his eyebrow at her, daring her to contradict him. She just huffed and looked away. "I will wait outside," he said again.
Snape left the room. Hermione waited for a minute, her eyes on the door, before she climbed off the bed. She kept the blanket over her shoulders, clearly not trusting Snape not to re-enter the room while she was dressing. She pulled the wardrobe open and peered in, with the real Hermione looking over her shoulder.
Snape was right. All the clothes were far too big for her. Memory Hermione eventually decided on one of his teaching robes that she could almost wrap around her twice. She stood there for a moment, clutching the robe around her with one hand and looking so forlorn that the real Hermione almost reached out a hand to comfort her, before she remembered she couldn't.
With a soft sign, Hermione drew herself up and left the room. The robe dragged on the floor, but she managed to kick the train behind her so she wouldn't trip. The real Hermione followed her out into the corridor, but had to stop suddenly to avoid running into her own back. She stood just outside the room looking up at Snape, who was leaning against the opposite wall of the narrow hall, with undisguised contempt.
"Let's get on with it then, Professor." She hissed the last word. "Although I'm sure there is very little you could possibly say or do to change my mind."
(I promised one reader a while back I'd say which days the memories are from. This one is Mon 23rd March, the day after she was captured.)
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