Aug 10 - Ripper (Giles)/Tom Riddle(Voldemort)
Author: mmooch
Summary: **Part of the 2016 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts FaD** challenge. Part of my Advice Series. Ripper wasn’t sure if he cared to be evil, but he couldn’t stand to see such stupidity.
Crossover: Harry Potter
Rating: FR-13
Word count: 565
Challenge: for the
livejournal 2016 August Fic-a-Day Challenge.
Timeline: Shortly after Snape starts at Hogwarts; during Giles’ rebellious period
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy. Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling, et al. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Voldemort’s Lair
If it hadn’t been for his prowess with summoning demons and his knowledge of the Slayer’s world, Rupert Giles aka Ripper would have been the evening’s entertainment for the Death Eaters. While they thought he didn’t know that, he was more than aware of that fact. And knowing that made him finger his hidden weapons frequently while he talked to their leader, Voldemort.
Whether they called him that, Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who, Ripper had to fight hard to suppress the urge to role his eyes. “Flight from Death”, a Vader wannabe nickname or a couple stupid hyphenated names were ideas of teenagers, not the supposedly most feared force in Britain. He had already decided to decline their invitation into their ranks; partially because he knew it was only a matter of time before they turned on him, but also because they only appeared to care about hurting those they viewed as beneath them rather than effectively ruling their world.
If he and Ethan were so inclined, Ripper bet they could take over this idiotic community with very little bloodshed and possibly with the sheep not even realizing they had given their lives to a dictator, not a savior. But he knew that Ethan wouldn’t care for the work involved in maintaining control. Especially since it would require creating order. A chaos mage could never handle that.
But until he was safely out of their stronghold, Ripper kept his opinions to himself…or at least he tried to until Severus Snape came forward to explain that he had positioned himself at Hogwarts as a spy with Dumbledore’s trust. He listened to these minions talk about how he could tear down the other houses while over-rewarding Slytherin.
His mental scoff wasn’t entirely mental.
At the sound, Voldemort turned and with a gaze that made his followers tremble in fear, asked softly, “You disagree with our plans?”
“That depends, are you trying to be Gryffindors?” he retorted, knowing the reaction it would get.
Only Voldemort’s raised hand stopped the Death Eaters from cursing him. “Explain yourself quickly or you will beg for death.”
“Acting so blatantly hateful towards your enemies will only ensure that people know whose side Snape is on. It will also hurt your recruitment chances in the other houses. Plus, if he doesn’t challenge those within Slytherin, how will they achieve anything later in life? If they have to struggle a little to get ahead, they’ll know how to stay ahead,” Ripper explained patiently.
“On the other hand, if he does his teaching job well and is approachable to all the students, he can affect their decisions more. All the other teachers are drastically older than him, and therefore out of touch with the concerns students have. Snape is practically one of them by comparison. With his help, your ranks would swell with well-trained fighters and healers…as well as creating more spies throughout the Wizarding World,” he added slyly.
Voldemort looked back at Snape, who was wondering how he could pull off being nice to students, and studied him - likely wondering the same thing. “Perhaps with a charisma charm of some kind. It may work, but you must pay for your insolence.” However, when he brought his wand up to curse Ripper, he was surprised to find an empty space. “Homenum Revelio!” he shouted.
To everyone’s astonishment, it did nothing. Ripper was gone.
A/N: I was thinking about Snape and this has bothered me for the longest time. Musie decided somebody had to say something.