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Memories of Deception	By : professorflo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20869 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Thank Rhiannon for such a lovely review. I have another 25 chapters written but I keep forgetting to post, so there's plenty more to come. I'm glad you're enjoying my characterisation so much. I really enjoyed the Cruciatus scene with Lucius too. The scene almost wrote itself. Just for you, I'll post 2 chapters tonight x

Feeling strangely detached Hermione turned away from the scene of grief playing out before her. Intellectually she that it would all hit her at some point, but right now she had far too much taking up her mind as it was. Out of the corner of her eyes she caught sight of Harry slipping quietly out of the hall. She looked round to check for Ron. He was still bent over the still body of his brother, his family encircling them like a wall of shared grief. They didn't need her or anyone else right now. Even Luna had left Ron's side and was talking quietly to Neville, her usually dreamy eyes now sad as she watched the Weasleys try to comfort one another.
They didn't need her, but perhaps Harry did. She knew the knowledge that he would find in Snape's memories would shake him to his core. She needed to be there to help him understand, and in the event that the message was garbled – Snape had been dying after all, who knows what had been going through his mind at that moment – she needed to be there to tell Harry herself.
With one last look around the Hall, she snuck out behind him. He was headed towards the Headmaster's office, she knew, curious to see what had been so important that he had spent his dying moments passing it on to Harry. Maybe she'd imagined the look in his eyes as his gaze had flicked past Harry right at the end? Or was she confusing her own feelings with the agony the dying man was obviously suffering. She still was trying to adjust to the idea that Snape had saved her all those weeks ago at Malfoy Manor, and had been protecting her ever since.
Snape had only given her enough information to carry out her task, but she needed to know more before she could even begin to understand what had been going through for the past six weeks. Everything she believed about Snape had suddenly been turned on its head, and she didn't know what to think. She knew Harry and Ron would be pressing her for more answers soon, and she wasn't ready to explain anything without understanding the situation a lot better herself.
Considering the memories Snape had given her had only taken a moment to replace in her head, she wasn't sure why he had held the rest back from her. Judging by the extensive notes and the many phials on the shelf she'd obviously been allowed a good deal of time to research. She just wasn't sure exactly why a death-eater would allow her to do such a thing. Even Dumbledore had been strangely reticent, only telling her that the information in the note from Minerva was to be trusted, as was Snape.
Hermione caught Harry up at the gargoyle that guarded the Headmaster's study. Slipping her hand into his she smiled tremulously up at him as they jumped onto the moving staircase.
"Hermione…" he started uncertainly. "When are you going to tell us where you've been? And how did you managed to find out all that stuff about the horcruxes?"
"Not now, Harry. I'll explain it all soon, I promise," she replied, biting her lip and looking away from his concerned gaze.
Soon the door to the office came into view, and they stepped off the stairs. Harry reached for the doorknob and frowned when it wouldn't turn. He stepped back, pulling out his wand.
"Alohomora!" Nothing happened. He tried the handle again before turning to Hermione in confusion. "Why would he tell me to use the pensieve if I can't get to it?"
"Let me try." She pointed her own wand at the door "Liberare!" Still nothing. "I don't understand…" She grabbed the handle, intending to give it a shake, but at her touch, the door sprang open. The two of them looked at each other in astonishment.
"What did you do?"
"I… nothing. I just touched it!"
"But it was locked," Harry said. "Why would it just open like that?" He looked at Hermione suspiciously, but she ignored him on purpose and stepped through into the room. Harry followed her in, and went immediately across to the cupboard holding the pensieve.
Hermione crossed the room and pulled open the cupboard where Snape had left the rest of her memories. The sight of his broken body suddenly flashed across her mind, and for a moment her chest felt so tight she could barely breathe. She felt hollow inside, and for a moment she thought she was going to cry. Leaning against the cupboard door she tried to catch her breath, and soon the pain receded.
She reached out to the first phial, touching it carefully. They were all lined up neatly by date. A hand came down on her shoulder, making her jump, and she squealed, turning to look at Harry who was peering over her shoulder into the cupboard.
"Are those all memories?"
Hermione nodded silently.
"Is there something you need to tell me, Hermione? What are you doing in here anyway? And whose are those memories? Snape's?"
She looked at the floor. "They're all mine," she whispered, feeling suddenly vulnerable.
He twisted her by the shoulder and turned her to face him. "Hermione, what is going on? Where have you been?"
"I… I was here… in the castle, except for when I was taken to Malfoy's house."
"Were you…? Did Snape…? You said you were with McGonagall…" He gripped her arms tighter, unable to get the words out. "Gods Hermione, please tell me Snape didn't… hurt you!"
Hermione knew that now was not the time for the whole truth, not when he was in such an emotional state and certainly not until she had all the facts herself. Not that she seemed able to tell him in any case, the vow still stopped her. She would have to convince him to give it up for now.
"Harry, I'm sorry, but I really can't tell you! I had to take this oath. Something happened… I know something that was important to keep secret from Voldemort. Taking the vow was the right thing to do, you have to trust me on this, Harry."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "And those?" He gestured to the neat row of phials.
"They're mine. I had to make sure I had no memory of doing anything that could get us both into trouble if Voldemort saw it."
"Why are they in here? What was Snape doing…?"
"Please Harry, don't ask me about Snape. I can't tell you about it yes
"How many times did you see him…? Voldemort, I mean."
"A few times." She shuddered in remembrance. Harry asked his mouth to ask another question, but she stopped him. "Please, Harry, let me get my memories back before you ask any more. I don't even understand it all properly myself. Once I know, I'll tell you all the vow will let me…" She trailed off.
"You all right?"
"Yeah, sure." She shrugged. ""I just can't stop thinking about him… Snape, and that disgusting snake. He might not be a nice person, but it was still a horrible way to die." She couldn't stop thinking of the way he had treated her either. Why would he encourage her to lust after him like that, and make him promises of obedience that he and Voldemort could use to manipulate her, if he was good? Nothing seemed to make sense. Least of all her own feelings.
Harry was watching her with a concerned look on his face. She reached up and patted his shoulder. "I'm fine Harry, really. Go on, do what you came up here for."
He frowned down at her, obviously not really believing her, but after a few seconds he nodded. "You need to use the pensieve?"
"No, I know how to put the memories back. It'll be really quick. I'll probably be finished before you." She looked back at the line of phials, chewing her bottom lip nervously.
"Ok, wait for me if you finish first." With a last look at his friend, Harry returned to the pensieve, pulling out the small glass bottle from his pocket and depositing it in the shallow bowl, before lowering his head to the shimmering liquid and disappearing into Snape's memories.
Hermione picked up the first two phials, noting that they both had the same date. They were numbered, so she pulled out the stopper of the one marked with '1', guessing that it had happened earlier than the other. She looked around for somewhere to sit, remembering how shaky she'd been after Snape had helped her to put the other memories back in her head.
She gently touched her wand to the small opening and drew the shimmering strand out. She emptied her mind as Snape had told her, carefully placing the strand against her temple. The prickling sensation started again, and she closed her eyes as dizziness swept through her. Images began to flash in her mind as the memory shifted back into place, and all of a sudden she was pulled back into her past.
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