Summary: Since Anya is now human and won't be living for very long, maybe 60 more years at the most, she decides to have a baby. Now all she has to do is find someone to father it…
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Wish I did… Damn. I'll have to try again when a wishing demon is around.
Rating: KT/PG
Author's Note: This is a challenge from Twisting the Hellmouth. I am going to write this as a series. Each chapter will be 100 words long and will be crossed over with a different fandom. Any suggestions for fathers and/or fandoms are welcome. In fact, they are begged for. Please review.
A/N2: "Hungarian" in here means "well endowed" if you know what I mean.
The creepy potions master had seen many horrors in his life, but never before had they frightened him to the point he was at now. In front of him stood a person more evil that the Dark Lord himself. This person only stood barely 5', but the power they wielded was colossal. Snape was sure the Devil himself cowered before this woman. That's right; woman. She may seem harmless to the untrained eye, but Severus was no novice.
"You yourself know what being evil is like," She said. "Besides, I hear you are Hungarian. Why won't you accept my offer?"