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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They reappeared just outside of a pair of closed huge wrought iron gates. Immediately Snape pulled his wand from where it was concealed in his sleeve and with a quick flourish he pulled Hermione through the gates. As she was led along the path she looked back as the twisted metal reformed behind them.

Snape strode confidently towards the Manor with Hermione quietly at his heels. What she could see of his face was an inscrutable mask, and she wished that she could push away the panic that was beginning to rise in her, and feel as emotionless as he appeared.

"If you wish to get through the night with as little damage to your person as possible, you will remember to act as you been instructed," he intoned with even less expression than normal. "Do only as you are told and refrain from drawing attention to yourself. Do not embarrass me with any ill-thought out displays of bravery or temper. You will suffer the consequences, at the hands of the Dark Lord or another this evening, and at my hands later. So nice of him to be concerned for my well-being, she though, mirroring his own sentiment earlier that evening.

Hermione saw him looking at her with a frown from the corner of his eye. What now? He casually waved his wand in her direction and muttered under his breath. She felt a tingle as his spell washed over her but could feel or see no difference. She opened her mouth to question him, but he turned his head to her fully and glared, and she shut her mouth with a click.

As they approached the house the front door swung open silently, opening into a dark foyer, empty except for a few candles flickering from the few sconces attached to the walls. Hermione rolled her eyes. What is it with bad guys and dark places?

Snape didn't pause, but proceeded straight towards double doors on the left, which again opened by themselves. Fuck, Hermione, run! Behind this door was a room that was obviously the formal dining room of the manor, although from the dark, dismal state of it, she couldn't imagine having many lively dinner parties in there.

A long, wooden antique table ran down the centre of the room, surrounded by chairs. A few of these were occupied by figures also dressed in death-eater robes and masks covering their faces. I wonder why? They weren't all dressed up last time. Looking round cautiously she realised that everyone standing around the room as similarly dressed. The room was very quiet. Despite the small groups of people standing together she couldn't hear more than a few faint whispers of conversation. From the lack of noise and the tense posture of almost everyone she could see, she guessed that someone different from usual was happening tonight, and that if these people were nervous, it could not be a good sign.

Looking up at Snape to gauge his reaction to the mood of the room she realised he had put on his own mask too and was now indistinguishable from the others, except for the small differences in the design and markings on both. She ran her eyes over him, trying to memorise the pattern so she could recognise him at a later time.

He didn't seem to notice her observation of him, instead looking ahead to where the largest group of figures were gathered together. With a flick of his wrist to indicate that she follow him he crossed the room to where they were standing. As they walked, several dark forms turned to watch them, eyes glittering behind their masks.

As they approached the group some of them pulled back to allow the new arrivals to join the small circle. From the way that they nodded at each other in greeting without speaking names Hermione guessed they all knew who the others were. One by one they all swept their eyes over her, and even without the benefit of seeing their expressions she felt that more than one of them were confused at her appearance.

"I see you have seemed to have recovered quickly from your earlier… injuries…" an unrecognisable voice spoke coldly. "Lucky for you the events last night were nothing to do with you. Malfoy and Bellatrix have…"

"Considering the consequences of last night I am surprised you think it wise to discuss the matter," Snape sneered from beside her, his voice altered slightly. "Then again, perhaps not," he said snidely, turning himself away from the speaker and addressing himself to another who stood next to him. "Have there been any confirmed sightings of Potter since?" Hermione gasped quietly at the name, but Snape ignored her.

"None, and none of those who escaped with him. It is believed that…"

As if at some unspoken command the room fell silent and everyone turned their heads towards a pair of double doors at the far end of the room. Immediately they began to move into a semi-circle, facing the doors. Snape grabbed Hermione roughly by her hair and dragged her with him to almost directly opposite the double doors, where he rammed her down onto her knees. Hermione trembled, she could guess who was coming.

The anticipation and nervousness in the room was so thick that Hermione could almost taste it. It wasn't like this last week. Obviously something has happened that he is not happy about. The thought would have made her smile, if it hadn't been for the fact that she was shaking hard with fear and apprehension as they waited silently.

Her eyes were trained on the floor and so she didn't even notice the doors slide open until she heard a soft snake-like hiss of a voice coming from one end of the semi-circle. She squeezed her eyes shut and her hands balled into fists, her arms rigid at her side. She knelt there for some time, the pain in her knees from the hard floor forgotten as she listened intently to make out what was happening across the room, since she dare not raise her eyes to see.

The hissing voice slowly moved around the circle, the eerie sound occasionally punctuate by the soft murmuring of quiet replies from the death-eaters to whom he spoke, and on two occasions the thump of a body on the floor and the appalling screams as they writhed on the floor in response to a furiously spoken curse.

Eventually a pair of bare white feet stopped in front of her. She held her breath and waited. She was about to pass out from lack of air when there was a low chuckle before he moved to speak to Snape next to her.

"Severus, you will be staying with me this evening. I am sorry to deny you your fun tonight, but we have… things… to discuss." Hermione swallowed. She had a horrible feeling those things included her, especially since it appeared there had been an incident with Harry. Please let them both be ok.

"My Lord," Snape intoned flatly in reply. Voldemort continued around the semi-circle, speaking to each figure in turn, leaving a few more in torment on the floor as he gleefully Crucio'd them.

Finally there was silence, and as the last death-eater struggled back to their feet and re-took their places in the line, Voldemort spoke to the whole gathering for the first time.

"You may rise."

Hermione went to stand up, but a strong hand at her shoulder kept her down, as Snape rose to his feet himself. Hermione dared to lift her eyes enough to view the scene in front of her, although she was careful to keep her head down and not look up far enough to catch anyone's eye.

What she saw surprised her. Behind Voldemort knelt several figures, magically bound and covered in bruises and lacerations, their torn clothes coated in blood. She recognised a few of them, including Lucius and Draco Malfoy, and Bellatrix Lestrange. A surge of pleasure course through her at seeing them in such a condition, and she instantly felt appalled at her own feelings.

"Before you all leave on tonight's assignment, I thought I would provide a little entertainment… and a lesson for you all, on what happens to those who… disappoint me." He waved his hand languidly at the pitiful forms behind him. "As I am sure you are aware, a certain person was apprehended last night, and brought here. And yet, despite my implicit instructions in regard to him, there seems to have been some confusion amongst some of my… loyal… followers when carrying out my orders." Most of the figures behind him squirmed uncomfortably, but seemed to be unable or unwilling to speak. "Due to their little… misunderstanding, several other important prisoners as well as the person in question were allowed to escape. This failure on their part will now be severely dealt with.

Hermione couldn't take her eyes off the face of Draco Malfoy, whose eyes were almost bulging out of his head with fear at Voldemort's threat. At her side Snape shifted imperceptibly but she didn't notice. She was struggling to keep a check on the nausea that was sweeping through her at the thought of having to watch Draco and the others being punished.

Voldemort turned to the kneeling death-eaters behind him, a malicious gleam in his eyes. "Who would like to assist me in teaching these…simpletons how to follow orders?" Before anyone could reply he spoke again. "Ahh, but tonight we have a guest in our midst. Surely we should honour her with the chance to join in the entertainment. Severus, bring her forward."

Snape grabbed Hermione by the arm and dragged her forward, barely giving her the chance to find her feet. She was shoved forward towards Voldemort and fell at his feet, spread out on the floor. There were muffled laughs from around the room, and she lay quite still, wishing that the floor would open up and swallow her, instead of her being forced to face whatever Voldemort planned.

He stepped towards her, pushing her head with his foot so her face was turned towards her. "I see many of you have not recognised our little mudblood, thanks to Severus' clever little masking charm. Here…" He waved his hand over her and she felt the tingle of the charm lifting. The death-eaters who could make out her face murmured quietly.

"We have the honour of receiving one of Harry Potter's closest friends to our little gathering this evening. I'm sure she is as excited to be here as we are to see her. On your feet…"he pushed her head again with his foot, and she scrambled to her feet, not daring to disobey him.

Voldemort reached into his robe, and slowly pulled out a wand… her wand she realised with a jolt. She bit her lip, wishing to be able to hold it again in her hand, but at the same time terrified as to what would be required of her. He slowly twirled her wand in his fingers, smirking at her as he saw the longing on her face.

Severus, if you will assist me. I assume you know what I require of you."

"I believe so, my Lord," he replied from immediately behind Hermione.

Voldemort turned back to Hermione, who was clutching her dress tightly in her hands to stop herself from grabbing her wand. With a small bow, he held it out and offered it to her. She didn't move, unsure of his intention.

"Take it, you stupid girl," Snape hissed from behind. She tentatively reached out her hand and touched the handle gently. Voldemort just watched her, a hideous grin on his face. She slowly closed her hand around her wand, and he released the other end. Normally she would have been able to feel her power flowing through her and into her wand, ready to use, but the binding was still on her and she could feel nothing.

"Do not be concerned," Voldemort chuckled. "Your binding is a simple thing for me to remove." His hand moved towards her, and she flinched away, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her from moving away from his touch. A cold finger was placed on her forehead, and she shuddered with revulsion at the feeling on his clammy skin.

An icy feeling rolled over her skin, and as it passed she felt something lift away from her, as if releasing a pressure she hadn't realised was there. Her magic swept through her for the first time in a week, and as she basked in the warm rush a dispassionate voice behind her uttered, "Imperio."
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