Bash It Up by Golum

Disclaimer: Severus and all other Harry Potter characters do not belong to me. Sad and disturbing as that is to me…

Authors notes: The title comes from the chorus of the Offspring song Keep'Em Separated by The Offspring. Each chapter title is derived from the lyrics of one of the following songs: 5-3-10-4 by Alkaline Trio, Of Wolf and Man - Metallica, Heal It Up - Concrete Blonde and others; Homage will be paid to the works of Lord Byron in later chapters.

Additionally, I am of the theory that when upset young Severus reverts back to his childhood dialect, for the most part only inside his head. That if his stress is too bad, he loses his veneer of proper English, that in his ambition he has tried so to cultivate. Since during his school years, he spends 2 months out of the year immersed in his childhood culture, I believe this to be plausible. Also plausible is that he was probably raised within Christianity and would express that in cursing, despite his later rejection of all things muggle. So that's how I'll write him. Dialect from Manchester, England

Also, does anyone wish to volunteer to beta? Mostly squick and or slash stories.

Marauder era fiction

Warnings: Lots of angst, contains verbal, physical, and sexual abuse of a Slash nature, will include graphic non-con and bestiality in later chapters

Squick factor: MPREG fiction

Severus's worst memory continued.

Part 1

Chapter 1: Schoolyard freaks are bleeding

Thursday, June 10th 1976: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"Who wants to see me take off Snivelly's pants?" Severus Snape's chief tormenter, James Potter asked the scattered students who were watching their confrontation by the lake. The tall, well-built bully was grinning with delight at his chance to increase the Slytherin's torment. One of Potter's hands covered the bleeding wound on Potter's handsome face that Severus had caused earlier.

Severus was dangling upside-down for the second time in a matter of minutes; his robes hanging about his head and hindering his struggles against the Levicorpus spell that Potter was using against him. Severus could feel the rapidly spreading bruises form along his shoulders and legs from his previous fall, when Potter had dropped him after having suspended him earlier. Potter's wand was held pointed at Severus's graying underpants and exposed legs by the other. Severus's wand already lay in the grass out of his reach, having fallen there earlier. He was helpless.

All the Hogwarts professors who might have intervened and put and end to the confrontation were inside the old castle. They never seemed inclined to patrol enough for true supervision of the student body at the best of times. But currently the professors were even less likely to supervise as they were dealing with the necessities of Ordinary Wizarding Level testing.

"Let me down, Potter, you imbecilic dirtbag!" Severus demanded.

Potter, always loving an audience, increased his volume. "Shall we see how ugly and small dark wizards really are?" The contempt in his voice combined with the threat of further violence sent both the weaker and soft-hearted students scurrying. Severus hoped that one of the nicer ones would break the taboo against bearing tales and get help from one of the Professors. But that so rarely happened; he refused to get his hopes for assistance up. "Your girlfriend already ran off, no need to try and show off for her." Severus pointed out.

Through the gapes in his robes, Severus could see the small pack of the more curious and malicious students creep closer, closing in like hyenas that were scenting the kill. The audience included all four of Hogwart's houses. Many of the surrounding students, who had watched though his entire torment whispering, pointing and giggling, were now urging the Gryffindor gang to finish exposing him. Cries of "Take if off!" and "Strip the bugger!" rang out from several sources including his own Slytherin house.

Potter, tossed his dark wild-haired head like the larger predator he was and glanced at his smallest lackey, Peter Pettigrew. "What do you think? Off or on?"

"Off! Off! De-bag him!" his small blond friend screamed with glee.

The jeering from the mob of students was clearly goading the bullies further. Potter smiled at the overall enthusiasm for his prank. "What do the rest of you think?" Remus Lupin, Hogwart's most pathetic excuse for a prefect and third member of the gang, initially just hid his face in his school books and averted his eyes. For a brief moment Severus began to hope that the quieter boy might finally do his job and rein in the rest. Lupin's expression seemed torn between shame at what his fellows were doing and amusement, but in the end his allegiance to his fellow Gryffindors won out and he reluctantly nodded.

The implicit permission for more violence from the closest thing to authority in the area rang up a cheer from the surrounding students, many of whom were among the most spiteful in the school. "Might as well please the crowd, Jamie." smirked Sirius Black, the fourth and final member of the gang known as the Marauders. "Let's see what Snivelly's got."

Unfortunately, it seemed that none of Severus's few allies were present or at were not willing to stick their necks out for him against such long odds. Severus's nerve broke with that realization. There would be no outside assistance. He had to try to put and end to this immediately however much that meant humiliating himself. "No, please don't!" the miserable boy plead hopelessly, almost to low for anyone to hear. "Please stop." He begged a little louder. He'd suffered enough pranks at the hands of the cruel Marauder boys to know there would be no mercy however much he asked, but given his situation he had to try.

Potter's grin widened in response to how much the prank was disturbing the unpopular Slytherin boy. The desperation in the Slytherin's voice just egged him on. He began the wand gestures that would strip the other boy of his loose grey underwear. Severus closed his eyes against what he guessed was now inevitable. After all he done to hide his condition, his worst enemies would be behind this public unveiling of his shame. It was just a moment later that he could feel the thin breeze caress his now naked genitals, backside and belly.

The crowd gasped. The pallid flesh that had been revealed included a large swelled belly. Even while he was hanging upside down, the round bulge of his pale abdomen jutting from his otherwise lean torso made it quite clear that despite his gender, Severus was many months pregnant. A swell of confused jabbering arose from the onlookers. The students jostled and nudged at one another in their attempts to get a better look.

The Marauders openly gaped at their pregnant male enemy. Even Lupin, who alone of the Marauders was well read enough to understand the possibility of a pregnant male, was flummoxed. It wasn't long before his adversaries rallied. Potter and Black's expressions soon turned to open disgust and contempt. Severus's heart broke under the weight of it all. Hard fought tears began to silently flow despite his best efforts.

"Shite! He's not just any freak! How did a guy get pregnant?" Pettigrew asked with a puzzled frown.

Black carefully approached the suspended teen boy and pressed two of his fingers slowly, painfully into the captive's rounded flesh. Severus feebly batted though his heavy robes at Black's brawny form as it neared him, but he was dizzy and disorientated from his ordeal. His arms were too thoroughly impeded by the black cloth and his efforts ultimately proved useless against the bully. A flick of the wretch's wand and a muttered word and his robes were drawn tightly around his head and shoulders trapping his arms even further. Now he couldn't even strike out in self defense. "Get away from me! Don't touch me!" Severus desperately wailed.

"You are preggars! Ugg! We knew you were covering something up, but this? What a complete weirdo, you are!" Black slowly increased his fingers pressure, poking far into the other's belly, probing harshly. "Was it a spell?" The pressure triggered a small ripple across the pale flesh beneath his hand. Black traced the dark line that had recently appeared on Severus's pale flesh skin from his belly button to his black wiry pubic hair. He probed harder just up from the hairline, digging his fingers in as far as he could and wringing a pained gasp from Severus. "It's real! Really real! I can feel something moving in here!" Black turned and offered his place to one of the crowd. "Hey, you! Want a feel?"

Many of the onlookers pushed closer at the offer. At first, the touches were tentative upon his bulging stomach. But soon the onlookers had taunted each other into firm nudges and strokes across Severus belly. By then he didn't care who heard, Severus just asked hopelessly over and over for it to stop. Some were undoubtedly just fascinated by a pregnant male and had lost track that this was happening at the expense of another being. Others were enjoying becoming part of the unpopular student's humiliation. He could hear the speculations regarding his disgrace and how it could have occurred. The comments got lewder, speculating on the acts required to make a man pregnant. Voices urged others to further indignities on his body.

Severus could feel several anonymous hands roughly pushing at his belly, at the same time. Some few even took the opportunity to grope his vulnerable cock and balls. Fear and shame kept him limp as they rubbed against his private parts. Nails scratched him as the students vied to touch him. Sheer irony when normally few were willing to touch him at all; when their delusion that he was a dark wizard made him pariah. But, like a spreading disease, the pack mentality had taken over. The hands got more violent in their assault. Inarticulate whimpers and sobs were forced through his numb lips, however much he tried to bite back the evidence of how badly they were hurting him.

He could hear the Marauders laughing and heckling, egging the assault on. The only exception seemed to be Lupin who was belatedly trying to talk the crowd down. By now the most brutal had staked out the area closest to him. A hand grasped at tightly around his cock and pulled at him roughly. One set of large fingers even found their way around his slender hips and across his backside, dipping brutally into his cheek crevice, briefly breeching his tightly held hole. That won the nameless sod a louder howl from Severus. The fingers shoved into him harder, tearing at him.

More and more hands were touching him everywhere now, out of control, grabbing, prodding, handling him intimately, and all he could see through the gapes in his robes were feet. No way to even tell which houses the students who were abusing him belonged to. The perpetually acerbic part of his mind observed that his degradation was equally attractive to males and females.

Eternal minutes later, Lupin, sounding panicky, finally succeeded in calling them off. "Enough! Get away. Back off! Now!" Reluctantly the crowd pulled away, conversations and conjectures running wild. "Jamie, it's time to end it."

"Who would touch such a greasy git as you, anyway? I knew you were a nasty little pillow-biter, but who was perverted or blind enough to bang such an ugly bag of bones as you?" Potter said with icy disgust. He abruptly ended the spell that held his victim aloft.

Severus fell hard, tucking somewhat so as to land on his back, instinctively trying to protect the child within. His breath was forced out by the impact; for a minute he could bring air back into his aching body. Quickly he pulled his robes over his bruised trembling body, hiding it from the stares of all those curious eyes. He felt more dirty and ashamed then he ever had before. Not even the event that led to his pregnancy had made him feel as filthy, as soiled. The tears smeared across his face were visible to the crowd now that his robes were pulled down. He trembled so hard with humiliation that his legs would not hold him the first time he tried to get up. The fear of the consequences of his secret being revealed beginning to overwhelm him.

"He's crying. Guess he's earning his nickname, hasn't he?" Black stated in a disgusted voice. The bully crossed his arms and glared. "Snivillus, want to explain how you did get knock up? Did someone put a bag over your head and fuck you or was it a dark arts experiment gone wrong maybe?"

Pettigrew chimed in though his giggles. "Yeah, Snivillus, did you do it to yourself?" he taunted.

Severus's black eyes flashed with absolute hatred as he finally succeeded in struggling to his feet. In addition to his pains and bruises from the ordeal, his joints were aching as they had for the last few weeks. A side effect of the pregnancy, he'd read. His hands curled into fists. "Purra zipper on it, you berks! Any of you tomnoddies touch me again an I'll belt yer teeth down yer gob!" Severus hissed in humiliated rage, his normally faultless English fleetingly cast aside in favor of his childhood moonraker diction.

He swiped the tears and snot from his face with shaking hands and gathered what nerve he had left. He had been shamed by the Marauders enough, he would not continue to help the them by allowing them to know how much they had gotten to him. It took all his willpower to put an end his shuddering sobs and force his features into his familiar sneer. He quickly found his wand where it had fallen after being ripped from his hand, and then turned with it held firmly at the ready.

"Now let me though. You will not touch me again!" Squaring his shoulders and drawing himself up to his full height, Severus pushed past his tormenters, and made his way back to the castle carefully ignoring both the whispers of speculation and derisive catcalls that followed him.

de-bag Verb. To remove a persons trousers, usually without their consent. Usually adolescents behaviour.

git Noun. An idiot or contemptible person.

gob Noun. - mouth.

moonraker Noun. A person from the area of Middleton, Manchester. Occasionally derog.

pillow-biter Noun. A homosexual male. Derog.

preggars Adj. Pregnant. A corruption of the word pregnant.

Purra zipper on it: shut up

tomnoddies: despicable local fools