Title: Creepy Snake Man
author: Jmaria
rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss & J.K. own it. I play with it.
Summary: The Key meets the man with the fondness for branding his minions. . .

pairing: FfA #2137 Dawn / Tom Riddle (HP)
A/N: I'm glad people are liking this story. Most of the pairings are from Twisting the Hellmouth's Fic-For-All challenges, so the pairings are pulled from there. I'm trying to write the pairings in the Fandoms that I know decently.

Creepy Snake Man

The fairy godmother huffed, her arms crossed stiffly. This girl was hard to place and so far had already rejected two of her potential suitors. It was mostly out of frustrastion that she choose the next suitor: a truly evil soul. Her fingers played over the strands of thread in her fingers. They looked good together - but perhaps that was just the shade of youth he'd once possessed. Still, it was better to take precautions.

She grabbed the thin silver chain and tied the brilliant green strand that was the Key to it. This bit of cleverness would keep her safe in any dimension. Well, relatively safe anyway.

When Dawn came too, she was in a new dimension - at least she hoped it was a new dimension. That little power tripper was just down right annoying, and the little baby before him had been equally nerve-wracking. Her arms hurt, stretched much farther than she'd remembered them being before she'd woken up.

"Sleeping beauty has arisen," a cold and possibly contemptuous voice said, flickering off what she assumed were cavern walls.

"Where am I?" she demanded, pulling on the shackles (ah, that explained the pain in the arms).

A boy of about sixteen stepped across the murky pool of water and cocked his head at her. He was also translucent, and there was a little girl asleep on the ground. Dawn had a sinking feeling she wasn't asleep of her own accord.

"Who are you?" Dawn asked, her voice more confident than she actually was.

"I am Lord Voldemort," the ghost-y brat said.

"Lord Moldy butt?" Dawn snickered, even though it so wasn't the time for it.

"I AM THE DARK LORD -"

"Of the Sith? All powerful pain in the asses think they're dark lords, you're a sixteen year old ghost, sweetie," Dawn snapped. "You're the Lord of diddily and squat, and not what I need. Fairy God-demon!"

The ghost boy started hissing, and Dawn was pretty sure he was gonna go into a seizure or something. Luckily, she didn't have to worry about that, as she was yanked from the world.

If the demon hadn't pulled her out when she did, there might have been a nice new statue of her charge.