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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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The moment Voldemort apparated away, taking the snake with him, Harry pulled himself up off the floor and raced into the next room with Ron and Luna at his heels. Hermione stayed frozen in place, barely able to process what had just happened.
The glimpse she'd had of Voldemort's face had showed no feeling, no remorse as he'd ordered his snake to kill a man he believed to be one of his most trusted advisors. Snape hadn't made a sound as he fell, but Hermione was sure the sound of his body repeatedly hitting the wall as the snake attacked wasn't going to leave her any time soon. She could just make out Snape's head and shoulders pressed up against the glass.
Hermione couldn't seem to resolve how she felt about Snape, not even now. Should she feel sorry for the man who had raped and tortured her? Or did he deserved to die in such a horrible manner, despite rescuing her from Malfoy Manor. He hadn't been all that bad, not in the end at least. She'd actively encouraged him at one point, and had felt bereft when he'd suddenly withdrawn from her. How had she got to that point? Had he given her some potion, despite his denials? Was she glad he was dead, or was her heart breaking?
She knew she should move and join the others, but she wasn't sure she could deal with looking at his body. He'd needed to speak to Harry. Did this mean she would not be able to explain to her friends what had happened, or was she still bound by the oath she had taken not to reveal anything? Was she going to have to convince Harry to go to his death without explaining everything?
A hysterical bubbled up and she clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle it. Snape had been so worried about being exposed for helping her, especially before he'd had the chance to talk to Harry, and in the end he'd died because of a bloody wand, never getting the chance to speak to Harry anyway. Oh the irony of it all. He'd been so worried about being exposed she wouldn't even be able to tell anyone what he'd done for her, unless somehow they managed to kill Voldemort. Unless… perhaps if he was dead, the vow would no longer stop her.
Mere moments had passed since her friends had gone into the next room, and through the glass she could see Harry bend over Snape, reaching down to something at his neck. Don't touch him! Feeling suddenly possessive she got up and followed her friends into the next room, moving far enough round so she could see over Harry's shoulder.
She gasped in horror at the sight before her, her hands flying to her mouth. Blood was gushing from Snape's neck, and Harry seemed to be trying to staunch the bleeding with his hands. She was shocked to see that his eyes were still open. He's not dead! She wanted to run to his side, to help him, but she couldn't seem to get her feet to work.
The vow she'd made was stopping her. She'd promised to treat him as her enemy, and apparently that meant she wasn't allowed to try and save him life. He'd asked her to bring Harry to him, but no more, and now he seemed incapable of saying what he'd needed to. She screamed inwardly as she fought to move to his side.
"Take… it… take… it." Snape managed to move his arm just enough to gesture to the glistening liquid that had begun to leak from his eyes. His memories… She stifled a sob as she saw that he'd found a way to tell Harry what he needed to know.
Realising Harry didn't seem to know what to do, she turned to Luna, prepared to ask for a bottle or phial from the bag on her shoulder, but Luna was already scrabbling in the bag. Quickly she found what she was looking for and passed it quickly to Harry. He pressed it to Snape's cheek. Hermione could only watch as Harry collected the memories, putting a bloody thumb over the neck when he had finished. She didn't think Snape had even noticed her yet, he was so intent on Harry's face.
"Look at me…" he croaked with difficulty, the pain on his face clear to everyone watching. Harry turned his face towards Snape's, who seemed to search his face for something.
"You have your mother's eyes…" An almost peaceful look seemed to steal over Snape's face.
There was silence for a moment, then Snape sighed, his head turning slightly. Maybe he caught sight of her, as his eyes widened slightly, and his hand moved as if he was trying to reach for something. But his eyes glazed over and fluttered shut, his hand thumping back down by his side, and his body slumped against the wall.
Oh Gods, what have I done? How could I just let him lie there and not try to help? Remorse choked her and she let out a strangled, "We need to go!" before rushing off back to the tunnel unable to stay another moment in his presence.
Not even bothering to light her wand, she began so scramble back down the tunnel. She barely noticed the sound of her friends following, not even realising that the only thing stopping her from banging her head or knocking into the walls was the dim light from someone behind her.
She continuously replied the scene she had just left over and over in her mind, the tears she'd been unable to shed for him earlier now coating her cheeks in the dark. How could she have just watched while the man who had apparently saved and protected her suffered and died? The look in his eyes seemed to be burned into her mind. Had he looked at her in those final moments with such longing because he wanted her to help him? Did he believe she had chosen not to help, or had he understood she was unable to because of that damn vow he had made her take. She wondered if he had been able to appreciate the irony of his death.
Suddenly a voice she recognised all too well reverberated through her, and she crumpled to the floor of the tunnel in shock. It seemed to come from everywhere, and it took a moment for her to realise that Voldemort was not actually there.
"You have fought valiantly," the voice hissed. "Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. Lord Voldemort is merciful I command my forces to retreat, immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured."
Hermione turned to look back down the tunnel at her friends. Harry's face was visible in the light from his wand, his expression worried as he listened. The other two were just dark shadows behind him. Harry's gaze fixed on her as the voice continued.
"I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every man, woman and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour."
The silence that followed the last words seemed deafening, and for a few moment she and Harry stared at each other in dread. Then, all of a sudden, Harry moved, scrambling towards her, and she turned, wanting to get out of the cramped tunnel as quickly as possible.
The cold air outside was a welcome change from the musty dampness under the ground, and she stood for a few moments, sucking it in and trying to control her trembling. She carefully wiped the remains of the tears from her face as the others climbed out behind her. Harry came to stand beside her, looking up at the damaged castle above. It seemed eerily quiet, the castle no longer lit up with the red and green of spells cast, but with a dim orange flicker of fires that were burning unchecked.
"I need to go," Harry said, turning towards her.
"Don't listen to him," said Ron who had just come up on her other side with Luna. "You can't go."
Hermione thought for a moment. Harry had to see those memories first. He needed to understand. "Let's… let's get back to the castle first. We'll think of something."
Without waiting for a reply she set off, still trying desperately to resolve her feelings towards the dead man she had left behind.
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