Memories of Deception | By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Just a reminder that I'm picking and choosing between the book and the film to make my story flow as best I can. There are occasional parts of the dialogue in theis chapter taken from The Deathly Hallows.
I will reply to all your lovely reviews next chapter. Thanks everyone. I love reading what you have to say. It encourages me to keep going when my muse runs away to hide.
The relief Hermione had felt as Snape had escaped the Hall had been palpable, although she was still so unsure of his motives to question why she had felt that strongly. Now though, she needed to push all thoughts of him aside and concentrate on the task at hand. A while ago the entire school had heard as Voldemort asked them to give him Harry before midnight, or he would attack. That gave them very little time to find the last horcrux, besides the snake anyway. And how exactly was she supposed to tell Harry that he had to die?
She raced up a staircase behind Harry, Ron and Luna following close behind. She had a suspicion of where he was headed, but she wanted to be sure.
"Harry," she called. "What's the plan? Where are we going?"
Harry leapt up to the next landing before stopping and waiting for the rest to catch up.
"Room of Requirement. It was on that note from McGonagall, and I can't think of anywhere else it might be."
"What we looking for though?" asked Ron.
Harry looking troubled for a moment, "I'm not sure but like in Gringotts, I could kind of… feel where the cup was… maybe I'll be able to feel one if it's in there.
"But Harry, that was only a small room. Didn't you say, when you left your book in the Room of Requirement last year, that it was huge? How are we supposed to even start looking if we don't know what we're looking for?"
"Actually, I think I might know." They all looked at her expectantly. "Well, the cup belonged to Hufflepuff, and the Locket to Slytherin. That leaves Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. The only thing I can think of that is associated with Gryffindor is the sword, and we know that's not one."
"That leaves Ravenclaw then…" said Ron.
"The only thing I've been able to find connected with Rowena Ravenclaw is…"
"…the lost diadem," said Luna, her eyes focused for once.
"Only problem is that no one's seen it for centuries," continued Hermione.
"Sorry, but what's a diadem?" asked Ron.
Hermione turned to look at him, rolling her eyes as she opened her mouth to answer, but Luna got there first, slipping her hand into his and squeezing it. "It's like a crown. It's supposed to have magical properties, such as enhancing the wisdom of the wearer. Daddy's trying to replicate it."
Ron looked down at their conjoined hands for a moment, before looking at Hermione guiltily. His crooked smile almost seemed to be asking her for permission, and she was shocked to realise that she only felt a slight twinge at seeing the two of them holding hands. She wondered for a moment about when exactly had she given up on the two of them, before remembering that she had barely thought about Ron for weeks. Surely if their relationship was important to her she might have spent some time while she was bored thinking about him. It galled her to realise that she'd barely missed him or Harry in all that time.
Hermione thought about what she had gone through with Snape, both forced and willing, and her confused feelings for the man, and she found that she felt no guilt over what had transpired. Not that she should feel responsible for the abuse she had suffered at first, but after a while she had chosen to sleep with him instead of continuing to fight him, and she felt no remorse for being unfaithful to Ron. Not that there were ever any promises made between us. Hermione frowned. There was something wrong with that whole picture, but she wasn't sure quite what. She tuned back in to the conversation that was continuing without her.
"But how are we going to destroy the cup and the diadem, if that is the last one?" said Harry. "We lost the sword in Gringotts," he told Hermione gloomily. "The Goblin took it, and who knows when it's going to appear again."
"I still don't understand how we found it the first time," muttered Ron. "Someone obviously put it there for us to find, although I can't figure out how they found us." His eyes sharpened on Hermione suddenly. "Hang on, the same doe found us at Bill and Fleur's house. You must know whose patronus it was then, Hermione."
She only looked between the two boys in confusion. What were they talking about?
Harry's eyes turned suspicious. "But isn't McGonagall's Patronus a cat? he asked.
"Yes, I think so, why?" she replied.
"So whose was the doe patronus?"
"The doe? You mean the one you saw when you found the sword? Why should I know? I never saw it."
Harry looked back at her sceptically. "Sure you did, that night at Shell Cottage. You said McGonagall's been helping you, but it wasn't her patronus we saw on the beach, it was the same doe that helped me from the sword. You even said so yourself."
"Shell…? I errrr…" She racked her brain for the memory, but of course it was missing. Damn Snape for not giving her all her memories back. Shell Cottage? Where in Merlin's name was that? Both the boys were watching her with traces of suspicion in their faces, although Luna looked just as dreamy as usual.
Belatedly she remembered what Snape had told her about going to take information to Harry. It must have been him that send the doe. The realisation that he was capable of creating a full patronus made something inside her swell. If he was capable of that there was obviously some good in him. It was an irrational thought, considering the faith she had already had to place in him, but knowing it made her feel… warm. It also meant that he had given them the sword. What else had he done to help them?
"You obviously know what I'm talking about," Harry said. "I can see it in your face. What aren't you telling us, Hermione?"
"I'm sorry Harry, Ron," she whispered remorsefully. "I just can't… I…." She trailed off as an idea occurred to her. "How many of the staff here can cast a patronus, do you think?" she asked with a pointed look."
"Why does that matter?" said Ron.
"She means it belongs to another member of staff," said Luna airily.
Harry opened his mouth to speak again, but Luna forestalled him. "It must be hard, not being able to tell your friends what happened. I don't think you would have agreed to take a vow if it could hurt anyone." She turned her eyes on Ron. "You have an idea of how to destroy the cup, don't you?"
Ron gaped at the quick change of subject for a moment before looking back up at the other two. "Uh, yeah, well I was thinking about how the other horcruxes were destroyed. We knew the only reason the sword could destroy them was because it had been used to kill…"
"... the basilisk!" shouted Harry excitedly. "Genius, Ron! We just need to get down to the Chamber of Secrets and get more of the fangs." He grinned excitedly at Hermione who returned his smile.
"I think we should split up. If I go down to the Chamber you guys can start looking for the diadem," replied Ron.
"Luna, do you have any idea where it might be, or even what it looks like? The Room of Requirement is a great idea, but what if it's somewhere else?" said Harry.
"No one has seen it in living memory, be but if you want to know what it looks like, there is a statue of Ravenclaw in our common room.
"It's a start, although…" he trailed off, looking thoughtful, before muttering something under his breath. "Hang on, you said, 'No one's seen it in living memory'…. Luna, who's the ghost of Ravenclaw Tower?"
"The Grey Lady, of course," she answered.
"Harry, that's brilliant," Hermione breathed. If there was anyone that knew, then surely it would be Ravenclaw house's ghost.
"Luna, can you take me to your common room. Hermione, go with Ron to the Chamber. Meet back at the Room of Requirement as soon as you're done. Here…" he scrabbled in Hermione's bag that was still hanging from Luna's shoulder, pulling out a small silver cup. "Take this." He tossed it at Ron before suddenly stumbling, his eyes going unfocused for a moment. When he shook it off he looked worried. He'd obviously seen into Voldemort's head again. "Come on, we've got to hurry. There's not much time left. He's coming now!"
He turned and started to run up the stairs. Luna looked at Ron to give him a dreamy smile before dropping his hand and taking off after Harry. Hermione and Ron stood for a few moments, unable to quite meet each other's eyes.
Ron was the first to break the awkward silence as he sighed. "We'd better go. Harry needs us."
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