Disclaimer: If you recognize it or have heard of it, chances are, I don't own it.

Warnings: Multiple crossovers in the same fic, maybe some mild language, humor, witty sarcasm, irony and some violence. This is a gen-fic, meaning there is no slash or het, no pairings at all so this can be read by anyone.

Notes: This is an experiment to see how many ways Fred and George can be responsible for crossing over various universes. It is not a serious fic, and there will be no pairings. This is just for fun, so don't go bothering me if you get offended, because I really don't care. Of course, for my first drabble I had to have Sephiroth.

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Crossover/Character: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth.

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Snape stood there stunned, staring at the remains of the Weasley twins' cauldron, trying to figure out exactly what they had done wrong and why there was what appeared to be a portal through space and time where their cauldron should be. A chill ran down his spine as a single, pale hand jerked out of the swirling surface, and grabbed onto the floor.

Silence fell over the classroom as every eye in the room turned to watch the being climb out of the portal. First came the silvery hair, followed by catlike green eyes framed by pale skin and thin lips bearing a wicked smirk. No one dared so much as breathe as the rest of the leather clad body exited the portal, full length trench-coat and long silver hair flowing in a non-existent wind as the person stood up fully, surveying the room like a predator would its prey. A single black-feathered wing extended from the man's left shoulder, flexing slightly as his gaze zeroed in on Snape.

"You...." He said, deep voice vibrating through the potions' professor's very core. Suddenly Snape was very, very afraid for his life and that of those in this classroom. The being smirked, a terrifying light shining in those cold eyes. "Tell me...."

Before he could even blink, the silver haired man was in front of him, bending his head down so his face was mere inches from the other's. "What is it that you cherish the most?" The angel asked, and then, Snape jerked back, blood trickling from his mouth as he was impaled through the gut by a two-meter long sword. He coughed; meeting those catlike green eyes as his vision started to fade to black.

Sephiroth leaned forward as Snape started to sink to his knees. "So that I may send it to hell right along with you." Someone at the back of the room screamed as blood started to pool on the floor. With a single flip of the wrist, the silver haired man decapitated the students sitting nearest to him, spattering the entire room with blood before he strode out of the room, silver hair, black wing and coat billowing out behind him.

"I always knew that the Weasley twins would be responsible for the end of the world." One shocked student muttered, too scared to even stand. A few of his classmates nodded, some shifting uncomfortably in their damp robes.

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Originally, Snape wasn't supposed to die. But darling Sephy had other plans.

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