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TITLE: Torn
AUTHOR: Ravenkiss
STATUS/PART: 4/?
EMAIL: Ravenkiss2000@yahoo.com
RATING:NC-17
PAIRING: SS/??, SS/RH, SS/RL
SPOILERS: OOP
WARNINGS: AU, M/M Slash, Mpreg, Rape,Violence.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, no money made.
SUMMARY: The pranks go too far and almost lead to tragedy.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: It is always funny until someone gets hurt.
BETA: The Goblet and Tall oaks

Part - 4
Severus smiled as he looked around the darkened Potions classroom. It had been almost one week since the incident with the Bubotuber Pus, and there had been no new pranks. This was the longest time since that dark day when the bucket of blue glop had dyed his hair and ruined his robe that he had gone without his tormentor striking.

Severus Snape began to relax his guard just a little.

Perhaps Dumbledore's barely controlled rage the next morning when he addressed the students about the incident had finally put an end to his problem? The Potions Master had felt very warm at the thought that all of that power radiating from the Headmaster had been the product of protective paternal feelings for him. No one had ever been protective or paternal towards him before.

Certainly not his own father.

It was very late in the evening, classes were over for the day and Severus had decided to check the Potion classroom stores. Things had been rather hectic lately with the pranks, so he had not really had time to do some of his ancillary duties.

Most of the supplies were in good shape, though he was surprised to find that he was almost completely out of mistletoe. This was odd because he would have sworn that he still had two large jars full last week?

A sick feeling rose in his stomach as he recalled the missing antitoxin, but a quick search of the area by both eyes and magic revealed no hidden dangers. No trap waiting to be sprung.

Perhaps the students had simply used more then he thought these past few days? After all, he had been a little distracted.

Being out of mistletoe was not good since that simple parasitic plant was one of the basic ingredients to dozens of potions. The first and second year students would need the berries, leaves and stems for several of the potions they would be making over the next quarter.

He used a stepladder to reach the shelf where he kept most of his potion gathering equipment. There were knives of various sizes and other heavier cutting tools, dragon-hide gloves, tongs and tweezers, everything that a Potions Master needed to collect the numerous materials both plant and animal that went into making a potion.

Mistletoe was relatively easy to collect. All he needed was a silver sickle and a basket. That and the correct phase of the moon, depending on what he need the mistletoe for. Granted a person could use mistletoe picked at any time for most potions, but the potency increased with the correct phase.

When mistletoe was gathered on a full moon it was used for love potions, aphrodisiacs and things of that ilk. When taken beneath the light of the half moon it was even more potent for healing salves, while the mistletoe harvested under the new moon was best for sense heightening drafts, and those used to communicate with animals.

He looked outside at the low hanging new moon. Severus checked out his shining silver sickle to be sure that it still had a good edge. He ran a finger along the curve. It was perfect. He put the sickle in the basket and made his way out to the grove of oak trees out behind Hagrid's hut at the edge of the forest where he did most of his harvesting.

The air was crisp and clear. Severus could see his breath as he set down the basket and began to climb one of the sturdy oaks. The students would probably have been shocked to see their dignified potions professor scramble up a tree with the agility of cat. A skill honed long ago from years of escaping the wrath of the Marauders.

There were three large sprigs of mistletoe ripe with small white berries near the middle of the branch. With serpentine grace he edged out onto the thick limb...

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Rubeus Hagrid had been out patrolling the grounds and was just about to open the door to his hut when heard a deep, sharp cracking sound just inside the Forbidden Forest.

He ran toward the sound, wondering what had happened. With a gasped of surprise, and almost choked at the sight that greeted him as he came round an enormous oak tree with his lantern held high.

Professor Snape lay on the ground beneath the tree in a twisted heap. Beside his still form was a broken branch about four meters long and almost as thick around as Hagrid's waist.

He rushed to Severus and quickly examined him for injuries. At first he thought that the Slytherin had just been knocked out, but when he moved aside his robes, Hagrid knew that he needed help.

Unfortunately for the Potions Master when he fell, the sickle had caught his leg. There was a long gash down the outside of his right thigh that stretched to mid calf. He had severed an artery and was losing blood quickly.

Biting his lower lip in concentration, Hagrid pulled out a blue handkerchief and tied it around the leg just above the top of the jagged wound. He used a small stick to tighten the makeshift tourniquet and keep the smaller man from bleeding to death before the half-giant could get him to the infirmary.

Gingerly, Hagrid lifted the limp form and held it tightly to his chest. Severus moaned and stiffened. Hagrid began to automatically murmur soothing words. "Shhh, I gots yeh Sev'rus. Yeh need ter hold still."

"Not, the main hall," Severus whispered weakly. "Do not let students see..."

"It be almost two in ther mornin' Sev'rus. Nobody but me 'n you'd be awake," assured Hagrid gently as he pushed open the door to the main entrance with his back. The half-giant held him closer and sighed at the irony of the situation. How like Snape to be concerned about the students while he was bleeding to death!

As he entered the hall, Hagrid found himself face to face with a rather surprised Nearly Headless Nick. The ghost's head snapped around so fast that it tipped grotesquely to the side, showing his spinal cord and tendons. "Tell Poppy we're comin' NOW!" Hagrid announced to the stunned ghost.

Nick blinked then nodded as he snapped his head back into place. "Right away!" The ghost whirled and disappeared into the far wall.

Hagrid continued to try and sooth the now weakly struggling man as he rushed to the infirmary. "Hold on Sev'rus, we're almost there! I won' be lettin' yeh go." His heart clenched at the sight of so much blood. Even with the tourniquet, the smaller man's leg was drenched in red.

"Hagrid!" Poppy Pomfrey followed Nearly Headless Nick around the corner at a run. In her right hand she held her wand, in the left a black bag. The middle-aged witch skidded to a halt, her dressing gown flowing about her as she almost slid into them. "Quickly," she panted, "let me see the wound!"

"Here," he held Severus so that the damaged leg was before her. "Its bad. Were tore up by a sickle when 'e fell."

Poppy set down her bag and drew her wand. She quickly ran a scan over the gaping wound. "Got to stop the bleeding," she said softly to herself. Then she began to chant a spell. It would slow the blood in Snape's veins. This was a drastic, temporary measure. If that spell were left in place for more then twenty minutes, the blood in the arteries and veins would become so thick and sluggish that it would simple cease all movement. Death would follow instantly. But for a few precious minutes, it would keep the Potions Master from bleeding to death while she worked to repair his leg.

Without stopping to administer a painkiller, the nurse used a small magical needle and golden thread to mend the torn artery. Not that any pain potion was needed; Severus did not react at all. The slowing of his blood had sent him into a near coma like state.

Hagrid held frail form tightly, partially to aid Poppy in her delicate work, partially because the half-giant feared losing him. As if Severus would slip away into death if he were to loosen his grip even a fraction.

After what seemed an eternity, Poppy pulled tight one final suture, then stepped back and released a ragged breath. She ran her wand over the leg with a bloodstained hand, allowing Severus' blood to flow freely again. "Thank Merlin, he is stable. Nicholas, go find the Headmaster. Hagrid, we need to get him to the infirmary so that I can give him some potions to replenish his blood."

Hagrid nodded and followed the mediwitch.

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Early the next morning Hagrid and Professor Dumbledore were out behind the gamekeeper's hut examining the broken branch. "It looks healthy on the outside, but the inside is completely rotted," Dumbledore said as he knelt and ran a finger over the wood at the jagged end of the break.

It crumbled at his touch.

"Don't make sense Sir," Hagrid noted with a frown. "There be no insects or any damage on the tree ter do somethin' like this. See, it be rotten, but the rot stops right at the trunk."

Dumbledore frowned also. "This is the result of a decay spell of some sort." On a hunch the Headmaster glanced around and found another tree with several large sprigs of mistletoe growing on one of the sturdy looking limbs. He pointed his wand and sent a spell that struck the limb with roughly the force of a moderate breeze.

Hagrid jumped back in surprise as the limb cracked and fell heavily to the ground. He then rushed to the spot beside Dumbledore to examine the broken piece. "Looks th' same," noted Hagrid as the knots tightened in his stomach. "It were a trap. Somebody done it ter hurt Sev'rus."

"Someone knew that Severus gathered mistletoe here and weakened the limbs so that he would fall."

"He coulda' died." For some reason the only thing that Hagrid wanted to do at that moment was to go back to the infirmary where he had spent the last several hours and make sure that Severus was still safe.

Right after he strangled the monster that had hurt him!

"Yes Hagrid. I know, but I do not believe that the perpetrator expected anything like that. My guess is that they intended for Severus to be humiliated not seriously injured. But that does not excuse this action, or any of the other pranks. This will not be allowed to go any further."

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At Breakfast about an hour later a grim faced and very angry Headmaster stood before the assembled students. "I am sure that all of you know by now that another 'prank' has been played on Professor Snape." There were no snickers or laughter this time. They had thought him angry last week about the bubotuber pus prank, but this time the wizard's usually twinkling blue eyes almost glowed with rage.

They had only seen that look on his face once before. And that had been when he was standing face to face with Voldemort and a dozen Death Eaters.

"These pranks have gone too far. I told all of you after that horrible incident with the Bubotuber pus that this has gone beyond the realm of supposed harmless fun. These despicable pranks have now become a criminal matter. If Professor Hagrid has not been nearby and heard what happened, Professor Snape would have bled to death in a matter of moments. I must ask that if anyone knows the identity of the one responsible for these actions you must tell us immediately. This has escalated beyond detention or even expulsion. When the guilty party is found, there will be criminal charges filed, against not only the perpetrators, but also anyone who aids them."

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The Aurors sent to investigate the near fatal prank had left some time ago so Harry thought that he was alone as he stood by the edge of the Forbidden Forrest by the broken limb that had almost cost Professor Snape his life. 'I should tell someone.' He thought nervously. 'This is completely out of control.'

"Hey Harry, why so glum?" his friend's voice whispered brightly from the shadows of the nearby foliage.

"Glum? You almost killed Snape!" he gasped.

"And that is bad, why?" asked the voice with a smirk.

"This is not funny! It was never funny. Now Dumbledore is furious and he has brought in the Ministry! There will be Aurors watching the school! Damn it,if they find out that you are doing this to Snape, you could go to Azkaban!"

"No one even knows I am here," Harry's friend laughed. "Besides Dumbledore blusters, but he will never go through with it. He would not punish anyone just for a pulling a prank on some slimy Slytherin. Especially Snape."

"Please, you should stop this."

"You worry too much Harry." The dark figure disappeared into the greenery leaving a very confused and frightened young man behind.

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