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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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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1 Much of this chapter is taken from Deathly Hallows.
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Hermione raced down the slope, her heart pounding from more than just the exercise. Above and behind her the battle was being fought fiercely. The constant stream of curses and hexes lit up the path in a dull, flickering light. She hated the thought that her friends and schoolmates, members of the Order were fighting and dying up there. The Death-Eaters had been well into the castle when they had snuck out.
Up ahead she could see the Whomping Willow, its branches swinging angrily as if itching to join in the fight going on up by the castle. By the time she pulled up just outside of its reach, Ron had already found a long stick and was using it to prod the small knot on the roots. With a sigh the willow went quiet, its quivering branched slumping down to hand listlessly round the trunk.
"Come on. Ron you come last. Keep a lookout behind you. Luna and Hermione in the middle." Harry quickly made for the small opening and the two girls shared a smile. Hermione rolled her eyes at his retreating back. Boys…
Hermione crawled into the tunnel, Luna behind her. She couldn't remember it being so small, but then again the last time she had come down here she was a lot smaller. There was more than enough light from Harry's wand to light her way, although she heard Luna whispering the same charm behind her. The silence in the tunnel was only broken by the sound of hands and knees scraping against the floor and distant booms resonating through the earth.
She winced at one loud rumble that seemed to go on for ever. That had surely been some part of the ancient castle falling. She couldn't imagine anything else being able to make so much noise. The idea that Hogwarts was being destroyed over their heads was heart-breaking. She wondered for what seemed the hundredth time how much damage had been done to the Room of Requirement. The fiendfyre had consumed everything that had been hidden in there, but was the room itself broken beyond repair?
At least they had managed to find the horcrux before Malfoy and his goons had found them. Its destruction in the fiendfyre meant they only had the snake and Voldemort himself to destroy. …and Harry too. She pushed that thought away for the moment.
They knew that Nagini was in the Shrieking Shack with Voldemort since Harry had been able to look inside Voldemort's head to find out. That was how they knew Snape should be on his way there too. Harry had seen Voldemort ordering Lucius Malfoy to fetch him. Hermione hoped that somehow there might be a chance for Snape to speak to Harry. She wasn't sure how she would persuade Harry not to try and hex him, but she was prepared to jump when any opportunity presented itself.
The tunnel had not begun to slope upwards, and when she realised that she could see more clearly than the light from Harry's wand should allow she grabbed Harry's ankle.
"Turn out the light Harry!"
He paused a moment before whispering "Nox." Hermione heard Luna behind her do the same, and after a moment they began to move forward again, more slowly this time, taking care to be as quiet as possible.
Slowly she became aware of a murmuring sound, and as they got closer to the end of the tunnel she realised it was voices coming from the room up ahead. A few moments later Harry crawled out of the tunnel, and Hermione followed silently behind him. She barely aware of Luna and Ron exiting after her, her focus instead on the owner of one of those voices; Snape.
She crept forwards, Harry beside her, and crouched behind a large wooden box next to a filthy window. She could just make out shapes moving through the glass, and from the way Harry grabbed her arm and motioned for her to stay still, she assumed he had seen them too. She could make out the silhouettes of two people, and through a slightly less grimy spot she could just about see through to make out something writhing and shimmering up in the air. It took a few moments to realise she was looking at the Snape in some sort of protecting bubble.
The conversation now became clear to her. "…my Lord, their resistance is crumbling…"
"…and it is doing do without your help," hissed the voice she now knew too well. "Skilled wizards thought you are, Severus, I do not think you will make much difference now. We are almost there… almost. Have you sent the girl to complete her task?"
"Yes, my Lord, but I believe the best way to ensure your victory is for me to find the boy. Let me bring Potter. I know I can find him, my Lord. Please."
Hermione felt Harry stiffening beside her. She squeezed his arm reassuringly, understanding where he could not that Snape only wanted to find him to help. She prayed that the two dark wizards would say nothing more to incriminate her, and that Harry wouldn't catch on to what had already been said.
One of the shadows on the glass moved. She could tell from the shape that it was Voldemort, pacing slowly around Snape.
"I have a problem, Severus."
"My Lord," said Snape.
The shape moved again. "Why doesn't it work for me, Severus?"
Harry looked at her questioningly, but she could only shake her head. She didn't know what he was talking about either.
"My – my Lord? I do not understand. You – you have performed extraordinary magic with that wand."
Understanding bloomed in Hermione's mind, but she was more concerned by the tone in which Snape had spoken. He sounded worried, unsure. She bit her lips as she strained to make out more through the glass.
"No, I have performed my usual magic. I am extraordinary but this wand… no. It has not revealed the wonders it has promised. I feel no difference between this wand and the one I procured from Ollivander all those years ago."
Hermione's stomach contracted with fear. Something in the way Voldemort was speaking made her feel nervous for Snape, although she wasn't sure why. Beside her Harry shifted and rubbed at his scar, grimacing in pain. Her worry grew. His scar usually hurt when Voldemort was feeling particularly angry or emotional. Something was wrong… but what?
"No difference," she heard Voldemort say again. There was no reply from Snape, but she could see his silhouette stay motionless while Voldemort prowled slowly around him.
"I have thought long and hard, Severus… do you know why I have called you back from the battle?"
"No, my Lord, but I beg you will let me return. Let me find Potter."
"You sound like Lucius. Neither of you understands Potter as I do. He does not need finding. Potter will come to me. I know his weakness, you see, his one great flaw. He will hate watching the others struck down around him, knowing that it is for him that it happens. He will want to stop it at any cost. He will come."
"But my Lord, he might be killed accidentally by one other than yourself…" There was a touch of desperation in his voice now.
"My instructions to my Death Eaters have been perfectly clear. Capture Potter. Kill his friends – the more, the better – but do not kill him. But it is of you that I wished to speak, Severus, not Harry Potter. You have been very valuable to me. Very valuable."
"My Lord knows I seek only to serve him. But… let me go and find the boy, my Lord. Let me bring him to you. I know I can…"
"I have told you, no! My concern at the moment, Severus, is what will happen when I finally meet the boy!"
"My Lord, there can be no question, surely…?"
"But there is a question, Severus. There is. Why did both wands I have used fail when directed at Harry Potter?"
Hermione could barely breathe, one half terrified beyond belief and the other eagerly lapping up all she could hear.
"I… I cannot answer that, my Lord."
"Can't you."
Besides her Harry twitched violently, and stuffed his fist into his mouth. Hermione reached forwards and wrapped her arm around Harry as he shook, his eyes closed. She could see through the glass more clearly from this position. She could just make out Voldemort through a cleaner patch, Dumbledore's wand in his hand, although his face was turned from her. She moved so she could see Snape through the same hole. His face was in profile, and seemingly paler and more drawn that ever before. She'd also never seen him look so apprehensive, although she could tell he was fighting hard to keep any emotion from his face. She froze, her eyes locked onto his face, barely able to breathe as the conversation continued.
"My wand of yew did everything of which I asked it, Severus, except to kill Harry Potter. Twice it failed. Ollivander told me under torture of the twin cores, told me to take another's wand. I did so, but Lucius's wand shattered upon meeting Potter's."
Hermione listened intently. The subject was one which the three of them had discussed many times over. Maybe she would hear something that would help her to work out why Harry's wand had seemingly protected him by itself.
"I… I have no explanation, my Lord."
"I sought a third wand, Severus. The Elder Wand, the Wand of Destiny, the Deathstick."
Hermione had to stifle a gasp, her mind whirling. It all made sense now. Dumbledore must have taken the wand from Grindelwald when he defeated him. No wonder Voldemort had taken it.
"I took it from its previous master. I took it from the grave of Albus Dumbledore."
Snape's face seemed to go even paler, if that were possible. "My Lord… let me go to the boy…"
"All this long night, when I am on the brink of victory, I have sat here, wondering, wondering, why the Elder Wand refuses to be what it ought to be, refuses to perform as legend says it must perform for its rightful owner… and I think I have the answer."
Hermione went rigid as she realised what was about to happen. Snape had killed Dumbledore, and now Voldemort was going to do the same to him. Surely Snape wasn't going to stand there and let it happen. If she had figured it out, surely he must have by now.
Voldemort continued. "Perhaps you already know it? You are a clever man after all, Severus. You have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret what must happen."
"My Lord…"
"The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. While you live, Severus, the Elder Wand cannot truly be mine."
"My Lord!" Hermione watched as Snape raised his wand, and had to put her hand over her mouth to stop from crying out in fear.
"It cannot be any other way. I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand, and I master Potter at last."
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