A/N: Thanks for the reviews everybody! I know a few people might be a bit incredulous about this sort of crossover; but I'm pretty determined on doing this and I have a nice plan for it… add it to your story alerts if you want.
A lot of you are also going to resent me for making your favourite "Sevvie" a really evil guy. Sue me :P. No, I'm joking… if you want to see my views considering this puzzling betrayer, please read my fic "Truth Behind the Mask". The story explaining Severus's betrayal of the Light Side is the only fic besides this one that actually makes sense ;)
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Chapter 4: The Prince and the Rosier
Severus Snape looked at the cracked looking glass and almost smiled. The boy had introduced himself to the Mudblood with the usual amount of charm and sophistication… which meant that the plan was underway.
Not many knew that the Rosiers and the Princes were cousin families. Severus's sister Elizabeth Snape had married his best friend Jules Rosier in the First War, and the product had been a boy with the brightest blue eyes that the potion master had ever seen in his life.
Years ago, Severus had visted the Rosier household on several occasions, both before and after the first fall of the Dark Lord. While glancing into the eyes of his friend's five year old son, he had accidentally triggered a form of Legillimency, and Severus had been shocked to discover that the boy had absolutely no presence of a magical persona.
From that incident onwards, the Snape had given the boy an ultimate sense of cruel disdain and disgust, while pitying his ignorant father. Weakness was not tolerated in pureblood families, and a Squibb was about as weak as they got.
About six years later, Severus had entered the house only to find his best friend scrawled on the kitchen floor with a knife in his throat, and his bitch of a sister on her back in a similar fashion.
Severus had been unfazed by death due to his time serving the Dark Lord, but he was certainly curious of the method of death. Why could the Rosiers' unknown enemy not kill their prey with magic? Why knives?
All questions were answered when the potions professor entered the boy's room, however… giving a rather disturbing solution.
Upon discovering the blood stains on the boy's jeans, Severus cast a tracking spell on the sleeping boy and apparated out of the house. Such an immense amount of ruthlessness in a boy was worthy of the Dark Lord himself, but without an equal amount of magical power the boy would not be able to cause much potential harm.
How very wrong he was.
Severus had thanked his stars for casting this particular advanced tracking spell, which not only told of the boy's exact location but also acted as a sort of Penseive… recording the boy's turnpoints in his life, his many conquests and his very few failures.
Jackson Rippner had become the most feared and ruthless assassin in the United States of America at the age of twenty-one, and even Severus could not conceal the shiver of pride at knowing that he had a nephew so damn powerful. He had been trained by the best, and like the Dark Lord… he prided himself with the abuse of the mind and left others to deal with the abuse of the body.
The boy was certainly very intelligent, and from the age of twelve, he had not made the same mistake twice. He was not afraid to learn from his failures. Severus had examined his most recent failure in great depth, and had concluded that it was the boy's underestimation of his victim which had not allowed Keefe to be killed. The message in the Dr. Phil book was expected, but the message on the mirror was not… but Jackson had learned his lesson and spent twice as long of a time examining the next target before meeting her.
Severus was now in prison for killing Albus Dumbledore, but he still held the looking glass in his hand… a Muggle object charmed together with the tracking spell to show the recent events in Jackson's life.
Life could be so much worse. For one thing, the Dementors could have still roamed Azkaban, when in truth they had fled England when the Dark Lord was defeated.
Severus's own prison guard was in fact a spy, a spy who truly served the Dark Arts and respected the potion master immensely.
While Jackson was in the local Miami hospital recovering from his multitude of wounds, Severus had instructed the spy to contact Jackson's employer. The assignment was to strictly be given to Rippner and Rippner only… and the pay would be twice as much as the boy's previous assignments.
The boy would undoubtedly jump at the opportunity… money did make the world go round after all.
Jackson was responsible for more deaths than the Lestrange couple combined.
Yet even Jackson Rippner himself did not know the true extent of Severus's plans. For him, the assignments were simply part of his job… he did not take an extreme amount of pleasure in them, but rather treated them as part of a simple occupation. This treatment allowed Jackson to be coldly precise in all of his methods of manipulation. And so Jackson Rippner had never wondered why Keefe would be killed… he simply followed through with Reisert.
In the same way, Rippner would never bother to find out why Harry Potter had to be killed… and why he had to die in that particular mysterious manner.
The entire wizarding world believed that Voldemort was dead… and that all seven parts of his soul were demolished.
Potter had destroyed Godric Gryffindor's sorting hat, assuming it to be a Horocrux.
Yet long ago, soon after the death of Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort had told Snape that the hat was simply a fake Horocrux, an item which would simply confuse the Light Wizard to think that he had destroyed one more part of Vodemort's soul.
Voldemort's last Horocrux was alive and kicking… but the sliver of the Dark Lord's soul present in Harry's body would not be strong enough to manifest until Harry's own soul was demolished in a Dark Arts ritual.
When that happened, Severus himself would escape prison and conduct the ritual that would restore Voldemort to ultimate life.
And he would be honoured beyond any other man that had ever served the Dark Arts.
Severus looked down at the dusty yellow and ripped parchment and reread the words hastily written on it.
The boy will be defeated and the Lord will emerge,
If a man powerful yet equally weak entraps the innocent
Blue depths shall capture the innocent heart
For neither will live while the other survives
Severus smiled and inwardly thanked Sybill Trelwaney for her third prophecy…
The boy will be defeated… that was Harry of course, and the Lord was most certainly Tom Riddle. A man powerful yet equally weak… surely that was Jackson? Powerful at manipulation and killing but no experience in the field of magic? Blue depths… well that was quite easy.
It was the last phrase that pleased the potion master. Neither will live while the other survives… the same phrase present in the previous pharmacy pertaining to Harry Potter and the Dark Lord.
Up until last year, Severus had assumed that the prophecy had been fulfilled and the Dark Lord was indeed dead.
But Sybill Trelwaney's had only made her new prophecy six months ago.