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Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Hagrid/ Snape Summary: Fate throws two vastly opposite souls, Rubeus Hagrid and Severus Snape, together. Love and new life soon follows. But will the wizarding world except them? Begins in the summer before Harry’s fifth year. Disclaimer: Sorry, don’t own them, wish I did. That great joy belongs to J.K. Rowling. I’m just borrowing them for a bit of fun. No use suing I haven’t got any money. The only things I do lay claim to are the people, places, magic, and creatures I create for this fic. Archive: Snape Mpreg Archive
**** “Whoso loves believes in the impossible” Elizabeth Browning **** “Damn them…damn them all…” Snape gasped, tightly clutching his left arm in an effort to staunch the bleeding. Tonight all his carefully crafted web of lies and facades had came crashing down on his head. Lucius had been so pleased, the man’s malevolent smile stretching from ear to ear, as he handed his Master absolute proof of Snape’s betrayal. Malfoy had obviously waited years for this moment, praying that Dumbledore would send Snape back to spy so he could expose him. To say that Lord Voldemort was displeased was an understatement of epic proportions. The Dark Wizard deemed it necessary to make an example of Severus; as a warning to the others of what punishment awaited them should they take the path Snape did. Liberal applications of the Cruciatus curse he could handle. Excruciatingly painful as they were his repeated exposure over the years had rendered him partially immune to its terrible effects. When this was noticed his former comrades switched to good old physical brutality. Broken bones left a far more lasting impression on Snape. He could feel the broken ribs grating against one another with each raspy breath. Of his left arm Severus feared the injuries inflicted there may well cost him the limb. At least four breaks, two of which were compound, were accompanied by deep gashes and blackened flesh from a hot iron. Avery’s handy-work. The man always was good with knives and such. Clubs too; judging by the way the world kept spinning around him a concussion was lurking around in his head. Bit of a fever too, infection must be setting in some of the wounds. But of all the damages done the one he feared the most was the burning ache in his belly and nether regions. Voldemort wasn’t satisfied with the pain mere torture could inflict. He desired to completely break Snape; both physically and mentally. The Dark Lord himself had himself cast the ancient, almost forgotten spell, his cruel inhuman laughter ringing in Snape’s ears as the younger wizard screamed, writhing about on the forest floor as the primeval magic reshaped his body. It seemed to go on for hours. When it at last ended the tearing flesh, slowly reforming bones, and rapid growth of organs left Severus a quivering, whimpering heap barely able to move even so much as a finger. It was only by a stroke of rare luck that spared Severus the fate planned for him by his captors. Drained dangerously low by the spellcasting Voldemort retired to his chambers to rest for a few hours before continuing with Snape’s torture, leaving strict instructions for Severus to remain untouched till he returned, he wanted the man recovered enough to struggle during the next part. Lucius and Wormtail accompanied their Master, both men seeking to curry more favor and oust the other. No matter how much Lucius desired to linger behind and torment Severus he couldn’t let Pettigrew gain any measure of advantage over him, just as Wormtail couldn’t leave Malfoy alone with the Master least the other Death Eater poison Voldemort against him. Within an hour he had recovered enough to attempt an escape. Thank Merlin none of these idiots knew the full extent of his power; it made matters all the more easier. Avery, Crabbe, and Goyle never knew what hit them. Wandless magic was extremely rare in the wizarding world. At the moment only three wizards were known to possess the remarkable trait; Dumbledore, Potter, and Voldemort. Snape secretly raised that number to four. One heavy sleep spell later and Severus was struggling though the dark forest, his only thought to put as much distance between him and that pack of sadistic bastards as possible before chancing to apparate. His luck continued to hold somehow as dawn broke. Despite his fatigue and many injuries Snape had managed to reach Hogwarts. A tingly feeling on his skin for a just a moment alerted Severus that he’d just passed through the school’s wards. Now if he could only reach the doors… Here at last his luck ran out. Weakened by pain and blood loss Snape collapsed unconscious on the forest floor, just within sight of Hagrid’s hut. *~*~*~* Hagrid hummed, a bit off-key, one of his favorite tunes as he pulled closed his hut’s door. Looking up at the sky filled with angry black clouds heavy with the scent of rain he figured there was just enough time to check the forest’s edge before the storm broke. And it was going to be a dozy. That was certain. He could feel it in his bones. Picking up his crossbow the half-giant set out at his normal ground-eating pace, Fang trotting along happily by his side. Things were getting bad. After the Triwizard Tournament last school year the Headmaster was marshalling his forces. Fudge was no longer trustworthy, not that he ever was in the big man’s opinion. Nor were they many left within the Ministry who were without suspicion. Arthur Weasley and his family could be relied upon. All the red-headed clan was firmly on the side of light. And perhaps Arthur and his son Percy could weed out the remaining Ministry members who were still in Dumbledore’s camp without arousing suspicion. In fact that was their very mission. He himself had accepted a mission for the Headmaster, though he was not so sure how it really went. Trying to convince the giant clans not to league with Voldemort again was harder than he thought it would be. All the hatred and bigotry the giants had suffered at the hands of wizards since the Dark Lord’s first fall left them far less likely to trust anyone from the wizarding community. Hagrid had left his kin with only a handful of vague answers. Thinking of missions brought another, possibly the most dangerous, one to mind. Professor Snape had taken up spying again for the Headmaster, a far more hazardous mission than Hagrid or anyone else had yet undertaken. He’d already answered the dark wizard’s call four times in the past two weeks since Hagrid had been back from his week long mission. Each and every time the man disappeared he ran the risk of never returning. Whenever Snape left Hagrid worried, with good reason. The Potions Master frequently came back from Death Eater meetings in a less than pristine state, much more so than when he first took to spying for the Headmaster years ago during the first uprising. It appeared now the Dark Lord demanded those followers who hadn’t been completely dedicated to him as those who were sentenced to Azkaban pay a penance for this lack of proper loyalty. A penance of pain and suffering. Battered, bloody, and suffering from the multiple applications of the Cruciatus Curse, Snape would stagger back to Hogwarts, there to lick his wounds till next time. Come to think of it he hadn’t seen the black-clad man for several days. Could he be out again? And if so why hadn’t he seen him leave? As if in answer to his unspoken question Hagrid heard a moan off to his right. Lifting up his weapon the half-giant moved to investigate. He recognized the black mound immediately. “Professor Snape, are yeh all right Sir?” Cautiously Hagrid reached down to shake the man, only to jerk back as his hand came in contact with something warm and wet. Blood. He’d seen blood plenty times before but seeing Snape bleed upset him as none other had. It was obvious he needed medical attention, except this was the worst possible time for the Professor to be injured. At the moment the school was virtually deserted, only he and Filch remained on the grounds. Everyone was either out visiting family while they could or on missions for the Headmaster. There wasn’t any way to reach Hogsmeade. Hogwarts was temporarily cut off from the floo network. Communications was still possible but what good was that? It’d take too long to reach the owlery and send a letter. And so long as the Headmaster was away no one who wasn’t a member of the faculty could enter the grounds without setting off the wards anyways. He could try flying him to Hogsmeade, but Hagrid wasn’t sure Snape would survive a broom trip. That left him with one option. As carefully as he could Hagrid lifted Snape up, cradling the smaller man to his chest. With no one else to turn to Hagrid would just have to handle things himself….. Once safely tucked away in his hut Hagrid set about the daunting task of healing the injured man. “Firs’ thing firs’, can’t be doin’ anythin’ with these clothes on.” So with no small amount of embarrassment Hagrid carefully stripped off the torn and soiled robes. The skin beneath his calloused hands was remarkably soft, almost silken, and warm. Too warm. The man definitely had a fever. Gathering up a basin of warm water and some clean rags Hagrid began washing, mindful to be extremely gentle least he aggravate some unseen injury. “Don’ go wakin’ up now Sir,” Hagrid mumbled as with cheeks blazing with embarrassment he began fumbling with the robe’s buttons. He couldn’t help but whistle when he finally breached through the layers of cloth to the flesh beneath. Little wonder the man wore such complicated and concealing robes. If his students and fellow teachers could see him without them the poor man would be beating off suitors day and night! There wasn’t an ounce of fat on what Hagrid could see of his pale frame, everything was lean muscle. Snape would never be one for feats of strength, but Hagrid was sure no one could equal him in speed. Beetle black eyes traveled down the chest and over the taunt muscles of the abdomen only to frown in concern when he descended lower. Snape’s trousers were as black as his robes though now they possessed a unusually slick sheen. Hagrid touched the fabric, shaking with surprise when the digit came away covered in blood. Carefully he eased the garments off. What he saw shocked and sickened him, sparking off a rage that boiled and rolled inside him like a living thing. Blood covered nearly the entire lower half of Snape’s body, the worst of it coating his crotch and inner thighs. ( No, they couldn’t ‘ave, they couldn’t!) Fearing the worst Hagrid eased Severus’ legs up and apart. The thick stew he’d eaten for dinner his body now threatened to evict as he realized exactly what he was looking at. Beneath the Potion Master’s limp cock and balls a thin opening had appeared, and while Hagrid didn’t know all that much about human biology, and little experience with the opposite sex, but even he understood that slit wasn’t supposed to be there on a man. “Please, oh please, sweet Merlin, please. Don’ go lettin’ ‘em bastards have done that, not that.” He begged whatever deity or kindly spirit that might be watching as he peered closer at the Professor’s new orifice. A deep sigh of relief tore from his barrel chest when there were no tears or other signs that Snape had been raped. “Yeh musta escaped before they had the chance.” Once Hagrid recovered from his shock he took his rag and began cleaning again. Taking his time Hagrid took stock of the Professor’s original attributes since this was probably the only time he’d ever be allowed to. Well endowed, that was the phrase for it, Snape was well endowed. Here the flesh was indeed silken in texture, he ached to touch it, to see if perhaps he could bring him some small amount of pleasure. But right now wasn’t the time, it would be highly improper to take advantage of someone who was in such a condition. As his hands continued to travel across the lean plains of Snape’s body he encountered scars, the majority old and faded, but a good number were recent developments. Rage rose up in him again, an emotion he rarely found himself experiencing. Odd that seeing the lingering traces of mistreatment on the Professor’s unconscious body would make him angry but perhaps because Snape had always appealed to the half-giant made it understandable. It was one of Hagrid’s most carefully guarded secrets, one he’d never revealed to anyone. That he actually liked Severus Snape, not only as a teacher but as a man as well. One that he’d really like to get to know better, both physically and mentally. This though was nothing more than an unvoiced desire. After all, what would a sleek, sophisticated man like Professor Snape want with a hairy oaf like him? Once finished cleaning away the layers of blood and grime Hagrid brought out is healing kit. As he pulled out various rolls of bandages, vials of potions, and jars of salve Hagrid had to silently thank the absent Pomfrey for his well stocked trunk. If the woman hadn’t gotten so fed up with his constant requests for aid after a run in with one dangerous animal after another that she’d banned him from the hospital wing save for a life threatening situation he wouldn’t have the means to help Snape now. Pomfrey had possessed enough decency to shove a floating trunk full of medical supplies into his chest before slamming the door in his face. It hadn’t been as complicated as he feared it would be; ministering to himself. With his new wand and the proper incentive he mastered many of the lesser healing spells and a few of the more complicated ones listed in the book on healing he’d found in the trunk and he was already familiar with the potions and salves. Now he was about to put his new knowledge and skills to the ultimate task….. Twelve spells, six salves, five potions and four rolls of bandages later Hagrid leaned back in his chair and wiped the sweat from his brow. He was pretty sure most of the damage would heal fine, but that arm worried him. Setting bones was nothing new to the Gamekeeper; only his expertise came from handling non-human bones. Was there really all that much difference between human and non-human bones? Hagrid certainly hoped there wasn’t. With wand and hands the big man had coaxed the bones back into their proper positions, spells knitting them back together and sealing the open wounds. But there was just so much damage Hagrid wasn’t sure if all his efforts would be enough to stop Snape from loosing the limb. “Well, no use worrin’ ‘bout it now. Reckon I’ll find out soon enough,” he sighed. Spells and potions easily knitted the torn flesh and broken ribs. The burns were slower to heal though; there must’ve been magic involved in their making. So he did the best he could by smearing on a liberal dose of burnbalm and wrapped the sites with gauze. Glancing over at the clock Hagrid was astonished. He’d been working on Professor Snape for nearly five hours! The windows rattled as another thunderclap sounded. Outside the storm was picking up both speed and power as it drew closer to Hogwarts, the school’s magic heightening every type of weather that passed their way. Another rumble, one far less severe and much closer, reminded Hagrid he’d not eaten since lunchtime. “Best be gettin’ summat ter eat then.” Right now that was the only thing left to do. *~*~*~* Awakening to pain was nothing new to Severus; he’d been dealing with pain ever since he was a small child. The same pattern, over and over again, made only slightly interesting by the location and duration of his stay. However what wasn’t part of the pattern this time was the sight of the rough hewn ceiling timbers that greeted him when he first opened his eyes. Not Hogwarts then, Snape knew the hospital wing’s ceiling down to the smallest detail. Nor was he still in the dungeons at the Malfoy estate which boasted expert craftsmanship even in its lowest levels. And this in no way resembled the white panels that the clinic in Hogsmeade. So then where the hell was he?!!! “Ah Professor! Yer awake!” Hagrid’s rough voice echoed in his head seconds before the half-giant’s wild visage swam into view. Sheer relief washed over Snape’s battered frame. Hogwarts, he was at Hogwarts then. He was safe. “How yeh feelin’ now? Anythin’ hurtin’?” Those big hands were surprisingly gentle as he went about checking the various bandages that adorned Snape’s body. “Only a bit,” Severus rasped. Hagrid disappeared and returned a moment later. One hand slipped behind Snape’s back, lifting him just enough for the injured wizard to take a few sips from the mug Hagrid held to his lips. Cool water never tasted so sweet. “Slow now, don’ wanna choke,” the big man gently admonished the other as he tried for a few deeper swallows. Snape whined in protest as the cup was removed, feeling disgusted with himself for pleading like a little child for more. Where had his vaulted control gone? Obviously far beyond his current reach. “There now, better?” He nodded. “Yes.” Another quick look around assured the injured man he wasn’t hallucinating. “Why am I here in your hut?” “Weren’t nobody up at the castle ter help. They’re all out.” “Then why didn’t you take me to Hogsmeade?” “Too far, yeh were in a right bad way. I had no way ter get yeh there and I couldn’t leave yeh alone ter fetch an owl in the storm.” “Storm?” “Aye, lasted fer days, jus’ let up this morning.” Days? “How long have I been unconscious?” “Four days.” Hagrid answered truthfully. Severus simply couldn’t believe it. He had been in Hagrid’s care for four whole days and he wasn’t dead. True, he was quite stiff and sore, but that was only to be expected given the amount of injuries he’d sustained. He didn’t feel like anything was missing, in fact Snape was silently pleased to discover that not only had he retained his left arm but some sensation was already returning to the injured limb. Given all the facts Severus doubted the clinic in Hogsmeade or Pomfrey could possibly have done better. No, he knew they wouldn’t have done better. Hell! They wouldn’t have even have patched him up this well!! Not that Albus cared to notice but most of the staff here at the school and much of the wizarding community abroad still believed him to be a Death Eater. Maybe the old wizard did know how Snape was treated when he wasn’t accompanying the younger wizard and just didn’t care enough to correct them. Severus had ceased trying to fathom Dumbledore’s mind years ago. Most of the times he’d returned from a mission injured he treated himself. Allowing Pomfrey or that load of ghouls in the village to tend his injuries only served to add to his miseries. Sometimes the Potions Master couldn’t decide which side was truly worse; Dumbledore’s or Voldemort’s. At least the Dark Lord and his minions didn’t bother layering a veneer of concern over their torture. “How did you…” He weakly gestured with his good arm to all the bandages. “Learned it I did,” Hagrid straitened proudly as he had every right to do so. “Madame Pomfrey got tired o’ treatin’ me an’ kicked me out. Had ter learn ter take care o’ meself.” So Pomfrey didn’t direct all her ignorance and hatred towards him alone. The half-giant was also a victim as well. Oddly this discovery was extremely disturbing; Hagrid was the soul of kind-heartedness and in no way deserved to be treated in such a foul manner. Snape’s estimates of Pomfrey’s intelligence just dropped down another 100 points, leaving her now the intellectual equal of the common garden slug. Most fitting in his humble opinion. (Sometimes you really amaze me Hagrid.) Severus thought solemnly. (How can a man such as you still exist in this dark world.) Hagrid was once again bustling around the hut, this time returning with another mug, steam rising from its contents. The scent immediately sent Snape’s mouth to watering, awakening his empty stomach which growled its desperate plea to be fed rather loudly. On hearing the demanding rumble from Snape’s belly Hagrid chuckled. “All rights! All rights, we’ll be feedin’ yeh here in a minute. Jus’ calm down now.” Frustration warred with hunger in Snape’s mind. His last meal had been many days ago, right before apparating to that last disastrous meeting with Voldemort, which explained why he was so very hungry. But how on earth was he going to eat the stuff? With one arm still useless and the other so weak he barely could hold it steady Severus would probably spill more on himself than get into his mouth. Hagrid however easily solved his problem for him. Setting the mug aside Hagrid shifted Snape up into a setting position, so gently was this accomplished Severus barely even felt any pain. Once the half-giant was satisfied that his patient was comfortable he held the mug up to Snape’s lips. “Small sips now.” Hagrid cautioned the man as he tipped the mug, allowing Snape to take a bit into his mouth. Whatever humiliation Severus felt at having to be fed quickly faded with his first swallow of the steaming broth. Rabbit, the slight gamy taste unmistakable, with just enough herbs to lesson the sharpness. It slid easily down his throat to form a soothing warm pool in his belly. Hagrid only allowed him but a few swallows before pulling the mug away. “We’ll see how that sets with yeh, don’ wants yeh getting’ sick.” The prospect of throwing up didn’t set well with him either so Snape held his peace. This whole thing would probably set better with him if he thought Hagrid was serving him on his orders and not due to his currently helpless state. After ten minutes passed and nothing came up Hagrid again offered the rabbit broth to the reclining man, this being repeated several times till Hagrid’s mug was almost empty. Severus was drifting. A full belly, the broth’s warmth, and the big man’s burring voice humming as he cleaned up the dishes cast a languid spell over him. His body reacted, sinking deeper into the pillows, eyelids drooping down as sleep advanced on the Potion Master. Throughout the long years of Voldemort’s dark threat hanging over the wizarding world, and over himself personally, Snape couldn’t afford to relax. Letting his guard down even for an instant was to risk attack and death. Yet here in this rustic, rough-hewn hut Snape felt….safe. Safe, something he had never felt to this degree before. Only the rare instances when he was allowed to recuperate in the Headmaster’s quarters came close but even then Severus hadn’t been able to completely shut down his instincts for self-preservation, to totally place his faith and well being to Dumbledore’s care. Severus was still trying to understand why this was happening when he fell asleep mid thought. When next he awoke the sun was up and bright as it streamed in from window. Severus took stock of himself, finding he still had some soreness but the pain was well below the level of his tolerance. However there were certain areas of his body were beginning to make another discomfort known to him, one that Severus knew he could easily remedy. That is, if he could find the loo in this place. But before he could go in search of that vital area he had to first get out of the bed. This proved to be far more difficult than he ever imagined. Weak as he was just tossing the covers aside only served to drain him further and induce a mild case of the shivers. Any other man might’ve admitted to his own lack of strength and called out for assistance, but Severus Snape wasn’t any other man. He had an almost indomitable will and a sense of pride bigger than the castle and all its grounds, there was no way that he was going to admit defeat so quickly. Fifteen minutes later he admitted defeat and called for Hagrid. Despite his blush and faintly sheepish chuckle the big man gathered Severus up into his arms and carried him to the bathroom. Once there he carefully deposited his patient on the proper fixture and left for a few moments, giving Snape some privacy. Once he was done Hagrid carried him back to bed and tucked him in. Another mug of rabbit broth and the potions for his injuries later he was out like a light again. *~*~*~* For the first three days after his initial awakening Severus spent them sleeping, going to the loo, and working his way up slowly to solid food again. Quite frequently in the past the black-haired wizard had been told he was an absolute horror as a patient. Severus tended to believe it. Within thirty to forty hours of arriving either in the hospital wing or the clinic he usually was kicked out whether he’d healed or not. That razor-sharp wit and rapier tongue could reduce a normally kindly caregiver into throwing their hands up in frustration, or try to wrap them around Snape’s neck and squeeze till his eyes popped out. It was a source of pride for Severus, to be able to aggravate his tormentors so. However this approach didn’t cause Hagrid to so much as bat an eyelash. All the insults and deliberate little sneers he threw out to scare Snape found just rolled off the half-giant’s back like rainwater. To each sarcastic word or phrase there was just a flash of white teeth and Hagrid would offer him some food or drink or ask if he needed anything. Once he was sure Snape was out of immediate danger Hagrid checked in with Filch up at the castle. The other faculty members, Pomfrey included, would be returning the week before school began. Severus was now faced with a dilemma; choose to stay with Hagrid and continue his recuperation here, be transported to Hogsmeade, or give himself over to Poppy’s supposedly tender mercies when she arrived. Naturally, given the lack of treatment he’d received countless times before Severus chose to remain with the half-giant. Under the circumstances it really was the only option available to choose. Time spent itself at a slow steady pace here in Hagrid’s rustic hut. The big man fetched some muggle mystery novels for Severus to read so he’d not get lonely while Hagrid was tending to his duties outside. At first Snape refused, after all what self-respecting wizard would even consider reading such material, but boredom eventually threaded its way past Snape’s defenses. To be truthful they were delightful, full of intrigue, murder and complications to the case abounded, enough so that they tested his mind till nearly the very end. Seven days after he woke up Hagrid allowed Snape to take short walks about the rooms. Those first few outings were nothing to be write home about, if it weren’t for that huge body besides him would’ve ended up eating the dirt more times than he cared to think about. Hagrid didn’t seem to mind at all that Severus hung onto him as a toddler would taking it’s first steps. The big man never laughed or seemed in any way amused by his staggering efforts nor was there any pity reflected in his black eyes. All that the half-giant did was simply to offer assistance and encouragement. *~*~*~* One day Severus awoke from his nap to see Hagrid setting over at the table reading a large textbook. He recognized as one the transfigurations books that Minerva required her students to read. The big man was too wrapped up in the book to notice his patient was awake giving Snape an excellent opportunity to observe Hagrid. He’d never paid much attention to Hagrid before; the big man seemed nothing more to him than a part of the castle, like the ghosts and portraits. Severus remembered treating the half-giant badly, both as a student and later as a teacher. When he was young it was due to his parents force feeding him all that rubbish about Purebloods being better than anyone else. Bunch of hypocrites, the whole lot of them, given the fact that over the family’s long history they’d interbred with several types of magical beings to enhance the next generation’s power. Other Pureblood families had done the same, mainly to evade inbreeding themselves into a genetic dead-end, but not to the level the Snape clan had taken it to. Severus wasn’t sure if any of his family could be called human anymore. He himself certainly didn’t feel human at times. When he later joined the teaching staff he still considered the big man as not noteworthy and tried to avoid him unless it was absolutely necessary. Now, in light of what had happened since his escape, Severus was beginning to believe he’d repeatedly made a grave error in judgment. Hagrid wasn’t stupid, nor was he all the number of things he and the other Slytherins called the man behind his massive back. He remembered the layer upon layer of thick corded muscle that lay
beneath his hand as Hagrid supported him during his walks. Solidly
built from years of hard lab
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