Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. Aladdin and his affiliates belong to Disney, and all Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, so please review. This is an Aladdin/Harry Potter cross-over. This is completely AU.
Brooding
Four fingers and a thumb; this was a normal sight for any human being. It was the thing that kept them apart from the Earth's other creatures. It distinguished them from all of the animals, save the monkeys. The ability to reason was the only thing keeping them from eating bananas and picking fleas off one another. It was sad, really.
Unfortunately, it was because of free will that he was staring so intently at his right hand at the moment. Actually, any monkey had more of a hand than he did right now. The sorcerer sighed as he wiggled his skeletal fingers in defeat.
This was the path he had chosen so long ago, the sacrifice he was willing to make for power. He had been regretting that decision for over twenty years now, but it felt like a lifetime. Still, he was a lucky son of a witch, he had to remember that. Technically, he should have died a long time ago.
He let out another sigh as he rested his chin on the heel of his left hand. Propped upon his oaken desk, he had a wonderful view of the disaster that was his office. Pieces of parchment littered the desk and floor; unfortunately, his organizational skills hadn't improved over the years either.
A piece of paper, written in Arabic, was on top of his desk. It stated that the Land of the Black Sand had officially become part of Agrabah, and was under the control of Sultan Aladdin. The former Lord of the Black Sand, Mozenrath, had it all in writing. It was the least he could do; the street-rat's confiscation of the Gauntlet had allowed him to live long past his expiration date. The glove had been bad for his health.
A distant bell rang in the background, causing the wizard to jerk his head up to attention. He shoved the piece of parchment into the top drawer of his desk; those memories were best left forgotten. Besides, there were more pressing matters to deal with.
Black robes brushed the floor as the man got out of his chair. Absent-mindedly, he picked up the prosthetic glove sitting amid the mess, tugging it on his arm. The mistakes of his past were once again unnoticeable to the naked eye. Thank Merlin he knew someone in the costume field.
Swiftly, the man strode across his dreary office, robes billowing omnisciently. At least he could still make a dramatic exit. Perhaps wearing those gaudy robes in his youth had been good for something.
The former Lord of the Land of the Black Sand, Severus Snape slammed the door to his office open. He would have rather been foiled by Aladdin a million times over than teach a class full of first-year wizards Potions. He sighed as he walked to his classroom.
The monkeys had definitely gotten the better end of the deal.