The legacy of the Diary
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
9,221
Reviews:
39
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0
Currently Reading:
1
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The Truth
Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan
Chapter 3 The Truth
“I think you’ve seen enough!”
“But, I…” Snape began, “how did you…?” His quizzical look turned to anger. “It’s not real!”
“You’re right, it’s not.” Dumbledore responded. “It was a dream – but as a dream it most certainly did happen.”
“I don’t understand…?” His voice trailed off and Snape stood staring blankly, not sure whether to be angry, upset, bitter…
Dumbledore gestured at the sofa by the fire. “Come Severus there is much I need to tell you.” The pair sat down and with a flick of his wand, Dumbledore had filled the scotch glasses, aware that Severus may be in need of a drink right now.
“No doubt you remember the events of almost eight years ago now, when Voldemort had risen?” Snape nodded in silent acknowledgement. “You, I am sorry to say, had failed to teach Harry the occlumency skills he needed to resist the dark lord. So it was down to me, half way through his sixth year to teach him what he would need for the battle ahead. But even with me he remained a stubborn pupil, reluctant to grapple with the reality that Voldemort still wanted to be inside his mind. So, in the summer term, I decided to enlist the help of our mutual friend, Miss Granger. Someone who I thought would encourage him to be conscientious in his efforts to overcome his weaknesses in this area.
As you know, my overall aim was successful with Harry playing an admirable part in the destruction of the whole pantheon of dark forces. Miss Granger, however, presented her own challenges and moral dilemmas early on in her instruction.
It was only her third or fourth lesson and I had performed legilimency on her. As with previous occasions I saw her memories of life with muggles, early days at Hogwarts and even a fumbling incident with Viktor Krum. It was at this point that a fleeting glance of the naked form of a highly recognisable blonde deatheater caught my attention.
Concerned for The Order, our fight against the dark forces and for Hermione’s safety, I decided it was essential that I learn more. I probed deeper until I retrieved the entire memory, or what I realise now was a dream. The dream that you have just seen. However, don’t be fooled, our dreams are merely memories that have not been physically realised and I could foresee the dangers of Hermione building up any type of infatuation or attachment to a one-time death eater.
I withdrew from her mind to find her lying, unconscious on the floor. Before removing her to Poppy’s care in the hospital wing, I took my wand and removed the dream from her mind, just in the same way as I might place my own memories into the pensieve. However, hers I placed into the phial. It seemed enough of an intrusion to have witnessed the dream but it would have been a transgression of pupil trust to destroy something so precious of hers
Severus sat gazing into the fire, numb at what he was hearing. “But the diary…” he was thinking aloud, “…it was me she craved, me she dreamt about, not Lucius…I still don’t understand!”
Dumbledore sighed and looked down at his feet, unsure whether or not to proceed. No, he must be told the truth. Finally Dumbledore spoke.
“Severus, I am sorry but there is something I still haven’t told you…”
“I know it was you who planted the diary. Wasn’t it?” Severus interjected angrily.
“Yes, but also…” Dumbledore’s voice remained calm but a quavering note of concern was detectable.
“…I did not only plant the diary. I also planted the dreams – well, at least the first dream.”
“You what?!” Severus had risen to his feet, punching his fist into his open palm. He ran his fingers through his hair, unaware of what to do next.
“Please, Severus, sit down…”
But Severus had already walked across to the window, his back to Dumbledore, and a single tear sliding down his cheek. “Then it’s not me she wants, not me she loves…” his voice was quiet, almost inaudible.
“You don’t know that! The other dreams were her own, you read her words in the diary, and if I am correct – events have progressed significantly in the last few days.”
Severus spun round to face Dumbledore, his eyes now flashing anger. “You old fool, you know the power of initial infatuation – it can’t be overcome. Once a seed has been planted it can lie dormant for years, but eventually it will germinate. One day, like that seed, the feelings for Lucius that are inside her will rise again – even if she does not know it yet.”
By Luciusfan
Chapter 3 The Truth
“I think you’ve seen enough!”
“But, I…” Snape began, “how did you…?” His quizzical look turned to anger. “It’s not real!”
“You’re right, it’s not.” Dumbledore responded. “It was a dream – but as a dream it most certainly did happen.”
“I don’t understand…?” His voice trailed off and Snape stood staring blankly, not sure whether to be angry, upset, bitter…
Dumbledore gestured at the sofa by the fire. “Come Severus there is much I need to tell you.” The pair sat down and with a flick of his wand, Dumbledore had filled the scotch glasses, aware that Severus may be in need of a drink right now.
“No doubt you remember the events of almost eight years ago now, when Voldemort had risen?” Snape nodded in silent acknowledgement. “You, I am sorry to say, had failed to teach Harry the occlumency skills he needed to resist the dark lord. So it was down to me, half way through his sixth year to teach him what he would need for the battle ahead. But even with me he remained a stubborn pupil, reluctant to grapple with the reality that Voldemort still wanted to be inside his mind. So, in the summer term, I decided to enlist the help of our mutual friend, Miss Granger. Someone who I thought would encourage him to be conscientious in his efforts to overcome his weaknesses in this area.
As you know, my overall aim was successful with Harry playing an admirable part in the destruction of the whole pantheon of dark forces. Miss Granger, however, presented her own challenges and moral dilemmas early on in her instruction.
It was only her third or fourth lesson and I had performed legilimency on her. As with previous occasions I saw her memories of life with muggles, early days at Hogwarts and even a fumbling incident with Viktor Krum. It was at this point that a fleeting glance of the naked form of a highly recognisable blonde deatheater caught my attention.
Concerned for The Order, our fight against the dark forces and for Hermione’s safety, I decided it was essential that I learn more. I probed deeper until I retrieved the entire memory, or what I realise now was a dream. The dream that you have just seen. However, don’t be fooled, our dreams are merely memories that have not been physically realised and I could foresee the dangers of Hermione building up any type of infatuation or attachment to a one-time death eater.
I withdrew from her mind to find her lying, unconscious on the floor. Before removing her to Poppy’s care in the hospital wing, I took my wand and removed the dream from her mind, just in the same way as I might place my own memories into the pensieve. However, hers I placed into the phial. It seemed enough of an intrusion to have witnessed the dream but it would have been a transgression of pupil trust to destroy something so precious of hers
Severus sat gazing into the fire, numb at what he was hearing. “But the diary…” he was thinking aloud, “…it was me she craved, me she dreamt about, not Lucius…I still don’t understand!”
Dumbledore sighed and looked down at his feet, unsure whether or not to proceed. No, he must be told the truth. Finally Dumbledore spoke.
“Severus, I am sorry but there is something I still haven’t told you…”
“I know it was you who planted the diary. Wasn’t it?” Severus interjected angrily.
“Yes, but also…” Dumbledore’s voice remained calm but a quavering note of concern was detectable.
“…I did not only plant the diary. I also planted the dreams – well, at least the first dream.”
“You what?!” Severus had risen to his feet, punching his fist into his open palm. He ran his fingers through his hair, unaware of what to do next.
“Please, Severus, sit down…”
But Severus had already walked across to the window, his back to Dumbledore, and a single tear sliding down his cheek. “Then it’s not me she wants, not me she loves…” his voice was quiet, almost inaudible.
“You don’t know that! The other dreams were her own, you read her words in the diary, and if I am correct – events have progressed significantly in the last few days.”
Severus spun round to face Dumbledore, his eyes now flashing anger. “You old fool, you know the power of initial infatuation – it can’t be overcome. Once a seed has been planted it can lie dormant for years, but eventually it will germinate. One day, like that seed, the feelings for Lucius that are inside her will rise again – even if she does not know it yet.”