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Severus and Ron's Great Adventure
By Marie

Author's Notes: This started with me working out my frustrations about the fact that X-Files wasn't on this Sunday night {12/02/01} and I was forced to watch Die Hard instead. It went from there.
This fic was partially inspired by the fact that I have read Severus Snape paired with everyone BUT Ron. So I decided to throw them in a bit of an adventure together! (And then try to convince them not to kill each other... do you know how bloody hard that is to do??!)
Warnings: m/m stuff with a *much* younger person.
Rating: R
Spoilers: For safety's sake, watch out for spoilers from all four books.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these characters and everything Harry Potter, including all the rights I believe. She is a wonderfully talented writer, and if you *haven't* read her books, then what on earth are you doing here? Go read them instead! Oh yes, and don't sue please. (I don't have any money anyway, since I'm attending University and already owe my government everything I own plus some... _)
Time Frame: Hmmm... give it a year after the forth book. So Ron is about 15 going on 16.

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Prologue
How we got into this mess --

It was over. His wand lay smashed into pieces only inches away from his face-- he could see them lying there, at least when he had his eyes open. They weren't open very often-- instead they were mostly closed tight as he tried desperately to cope with the pain.

It didn't appear that Voldermort was going to lay off of the Crusio anytime soon either. He supposed he didn't blame him... after all he *had* just found out his operative was still working hand in hand with Dumbledore, and had no intention of ever working for the dark forces again. It was bound to make him a bit miffed.

The Crusio relented for a moment, and then and only then was he allowed to relax, however slightly. Unfortunately it appeared that Voldermort had only relented for a bit to allow him to give him his full undivided attention as he screeched out more threats. Something about how much he would like to kill him. Yes, yes. Something else about making him suffer more instead. Same old story and if he wasn't in so much pain he would have rolled his eyes. He only expected as much after all.

It was only when the surprisingly warm and comforting feel of a new spell washed over him that he really began to get concerned. And not only that, Voldermort had stopped prattling on-- which was VERY worrisome indeed.

Which made it all the more clear when the sound of a twig snapping came at them all from somewhere very close to the clearing.

He managed to convince his eyes to open a crack, only to see that the Deatheaters had jumped on it immediately, about five of them rapidly disappearing into the surrounding bush. Snape's heart fell. Damn it anyway. Obviously the intruder was either Harry or Dumbledore, and more than likely the former, seeing as Dumbledore wouldn't be so stupid as to let a twig snap ten feet away from a Deatheater's gathering. How on earth was he supposed to protect the brat if he was only half alive...?

His suspicions were confirmed that it was indeed Harry when he heard the yell of a young student and a replying flash of light from a wand as *someone* was over powered.

Damn it, damn it. He attempted to struggle onto his hand and knees only to have Voldermort mutter another curse at him, which flattened him nicely. Gasping for breath he lay there, barely conscious as he despairingly watched the Deatheater's re-enter the clearing with their captor in tow.

And Snape received quite a shock right before he passed out. He was expecting Potter... not Potter's best friend. For that stock of red hair and string of cuss words pouring from that mouth could only belong to one particular foolish Gryffindor he had the distinct displeasure of teaching... and that was Ron Weasley.