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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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After a few minutes the tears began to slow, and her breathing evened out. Still Snape held her tightly, and she found herself unwilling to be the one to pull away first. Releasing her hands from their grip on the front of his coat, she began to play idly with one of the many buttons that ran down the front.
Feeling her calm somewhat, Snape pulled back so he could look at her. She tried to keep her head down knowing she was a mess with her face streaked with tears and snot, but Snape lifted it with a finger under her chin. She found it hard to meet his eyes, embarrassed at the way she had blubbered all over him. Snape surprised her by pulling a handkerchief from out of a pocket and carefully wiping her face.
"I don't want him to die." She found herself murmuring, "I wish…" She trailed off.
The handkerchief paused on her cheek. "I know it doesn't make it any easier, but I know how you feel," Snape confided quietly.
She lifted her gaze, intending to tell him he couldn't possibly relate to what she was feeling, but the pained expression in his eyes stopped her, and she realised that perhaps he did understand. She put her head back down on his chest, wrapping her arms around him in a reciprocal gesture of sympathy.
"I… I'm scared," she mumbled into his coat. Snape tightened his hold on her, resting his chin on the top of her head.
"You'd be a fool if you weren't," he replied.
They stood there for a few minutes in silence, taking what comfort they could from each other. The sound of the clock on the mantelpiece chiming the hour brought them back to their senses and reluctantly they released each other and stepped back. Hermione smiled tremulously up at Snape, but he only looked morosely back at her.
"It's time. We must go."
He pulled out his wand and a few small pieces of fabric, enlarging them with a quick spell. He passed the pair of jeans, a jumper and socks to Hermione. "Transfigure your dress into a t-shirt if you wish. Be quick."
He turned away as she began to put the jeans and socks on, wondering whose wardrobe Snape had swiped them from. She did as he had suggested and transfigured the dress into a plain white t-shirt, over which she pulled the jumper. It felt strange wearing something other than the dress she had become so accustomed to. She wriggled in discomfort, just as she realised she had no shoes.
"I'm done."
Snape turned, and in his hands she saw a pair of trainers. He passed them to her and she sat on the chair to lace them up. They were slightly too small, but a quick tap of her wand remedied that. As soon as she finished Snape held out his hand, which she took. He hauled her to her feet, and walked across to the door, not letting her go. He pulled her down the hall and out into his office.
"You wanted to speak to Dumbledore?"
"I… no, I don't think so. Not anymore." Snape had already answered the question she wanted to ask, and she found herself growing cross with the old man who had told Harry so much, yet who had concealed the most important piece of information from the person it concerned the most. She refused to even glance in the portraits direction. "Let's go. I'm ready."
Snape still held onto her with one hand, and with the other he pulled out his wand, casting a disillusionment charm around the both of them. "We must do this outside the office," he said, pulling the time-turner out. "Or we will meet our…my past self."
With interest Hermione noted how his cheeks coloured slightly, and again he seemed not to be able to look at her. Snape opened the door to his office quietly, pulling it shut behind them a few moments later.
He raised his wand again. "Silencio," he whispered. With the hand that held his wand he awkwardly pulled out the time-turner from under his coat, looping the chain around Hermione's neck as well. Without further pause, he turned the dial once, and released, and they both waited as time spun back. Nothing around them seemed to have changed as time resumed its normal course. Snape removed the chain from around the both of them, holding it carefully in one hand as he turned to Hermione.
"If this all goes well, if the Dark Lord is vanquished, or if I die, the promises you made me are null and void. You can have your life back." He swallowed hard, and a shadow seemed to cloud his eyes for a moment. "If it all goes badly and we both survive, find me, and I will do what I can to protect you once again. I think I can promise you… a better life than the one you may find with another of the Dark Lord's followers." He let go of her suddenly, his hand coming up to cup her cheek as his other arm pulled her close. "Take care… Hermione. Keep yourself safe."
Again he leaned towards her, and she closed her eyes in expectation of his kiss. At the last moment he changed his mind, and she felt his lips brush across her forehead. Disappointment once more soured her stomach, but she let none of it show on her face as he stepped away from her once more.
He flicked his wand at the closed office door. "I have given you access through my wards. If something happens to me you will be able to get back in to access your memories. When we leave, you must cast a disillusionment charm around yourself, and another silencing charm. Follow behind me a short way. I will go towards the Room of Requirement, but once we reach the sixth floor staircase you will have to continue without me. If anyone is watching it will look strange if I take a detour to walk past the room. Potter will be arriving in Hogsmeade at any moment. I must make sure of the Carrow's whereabouts before he arrives in the castle."
He turned towards the circular stairway, then paused and turned back to her again, a look of contrition plastered across his face. "I want to… I… apologise, for everything. The things I have done to you…"
Hermione silenced him by pressing her fingers to his lips. "Shhh. I may not understand everything, but I think I know enough to see that you were only protecting me. You said you would try and help me and you have." She moved her hand so that her fingertips trailed along Snape's high cheekbones. "Thank you," she breathed, looking him straight in his eyes. The longing in his gaze was so strong that on impulse she reached up to crush her lips against his for a brief moment.
She pulled away before he had a chance to respond, not really sure whether she wanted to know whether he would have kissed her back or rejected her. Looking down so as not to meet his eyes. "I'm ready."
For a few seconds there was no movement, then he began to move slowly down the stone stairs. "Cast the spells now," his voice drifted back up to her. She pulled her wand from her sleeve and whispered the charms he had suggested before following down the staircase behind him.
Snape set off down the corridor toward the staircases at his normal fast stride, his robes billowing around him, leaving Hermione half-running to keep from falling too far behind him. They passed through several galleries and narrower corridors, ascending three small flights of stairs to the sixth floor. Snape's stride never faltered, and he gave no sign that he knew she was following him.
As Snape passed by the bottom of the stairs that led up to the next floor Hermione slowed. She saw his step falter slightly, and his shoulders stiffened. His free hand twitched and his head turned almost imperceptibly, as if he was fighting the impulse to turn and look at her. Then he was gone, the long ends of his robes disappearing around the corner at the far end of the hallway, and she was alone. She fought the impulse to run after him, feeling strangely vulnerable and defenceless away from the security of Snape's rooms and his presence.
Cautiously she crept up the stairs and emerged into a small passageway that led to the hall where the door to the Room of Requirement could usually be found. Suddenly she became aware of the sound of footsteps coming from somewhere in front of her, and she pressed herself quickly against the wall, avoiding a tapestry that would give her away if it was seen to move.
Her heart pounded as a figure entered the passageway from the far end. Hermione held her wand out before her, keeping it pointed at the form of Alecto Carrow as she trotted inelegantly past her. Her toad-like face was expectant and she hurried as if she was eager to get somewhere. Perhaps she already knew about Harry. He must have arrived in Hogsmeade a good five minutes previously, and Hermione assumed there must be some way for the Death-Eaters to relay information to one another.
Harry… and Ron… Her alarm faded into excitement as Alecto descended the staircase she had just come up, and her thoughts turned instead to her friends. So much had happened since she could last remember seeing them. Worry suddenly replaced excitement. Would they notice that something was different about her? She felt almost like a completely different person to whom she had been. And how would she explain her long absence? Snape had given her no idea of what she might say, and she hadn't given the matter any thought herself until now.
She resumed her journey towards the Room, thinking furiously. Nothing seemed to come to her, and before she knew it she was staring up at the large expanse of wall where the door should appear. I'll just have to tell them I've been with a friend, but I've taken an oath not to reveal their identity. It was the truth after all, and an easy story to maintain instead of trying to keep track of something more complicated.
She glanced around her, checking that the hall was still empty, before turning back to face the wall. She closed her eyes, thinking hard. I need to get in. I need to get in. She opened one eye to peek. Nothing. Damnit! She was usually so good at getting the Room to appear quickly. She closed her eye again. How could she get in?
A few minutes passed as she tried different things to gain access to the room, and when the room still didn't appear she leant her head against the cool wall in defeat. I just want to find my friends. A tickling sensation across her forehead made her move back in surprise. Silently the door was forming, the details slowly flowing across the stones. It was smaller than usual, plain and easy to miss, as if the room itself was hiding.
Her nervousness mounting, Hermione stepped towards the door, taking a deep breath and laying her fingers on the small brass handle. It turned by itself at her touch, and the door swung open before her.
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