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Summary: Lord Voldemort in the pursuit of Glory.

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Title: Glorified

Author: Tamiamus

Rating: FR-13

Disclaimer: BtVS is owned by Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. I'm only playing with them and will return them unharmed after this fic.


Glory sat in her hotel room in London, watching her reflection in the mirror. She smiled to herself, if she had to be caught in a human body it was only fitting that she was stunningly beautiful. Of course she was, being a Goddess she could hardly be plain, no matter what her form happened to be.

“My most radiant gloriousness, you have a visitor.” One of her loyal little henchmen said, it was the one who had the loveliest oozing sores on his face, she never could remember his name. She wondered briefly who would dare to disturb her in her own hotel room and decided that unless this person made a very good impression, he would know the full wrath of a Goddess.

Voldemort was not used to think of others as his equal but when he heard of Glory he knew he would not be able to sway the Goddess to be his minion, however she could be his ally. As he waited in the hall of her hotel room, a five star penthouse suite, of course, he thought gleefully about the chaos the two of them could visit upon the wizarding world. Even that Potter brat would not be able to stand in his way once he had secured Glory's assistance.

The door to the room was opened by the little, rather ugly creature that had taken his request for an audience to Glory, and Voldemort was beckoned inside to meet her. Glory looked at the man who came in and frowned, he was certainly different. And not in that lovely scabbed way of her minions. No, he had no pretty sores and bleeding wounds, instead he was pale with red eyes and a strange, squashed nose.

“What do you want, can't you see I'm busy? My hair needs to be tended to, I don't have the time to deal with pathetic, whining mortals. I'm always interrupted, it's so annoying, this stupid world that wont appreciate me, filled with bugs that flutter around speaking and making noise, buzzing at me. Tell me little bug, will you buzz for me too? Ugh, my head... Why can't you leave me alone, can't you see who I am? I'm... I'm a Goddess, I'm perfect and I am stuck in this stupid body, this pathetic world full of insects. But I am glad you came, I am feeling a bit peckish and you look like a tasty little bug.”

With that said Glory grabbed the increasingly worried Lord Voldemort and placed her hands on the sides of his head. He took his wand and pressed it into her abdomen, uttering the Killing Curse. It had no effect whatsoever on her. Just as panic set in, Voldemort felt her hands press inside of his head, then there was only agony and madness.

Glory grinned at the drooling form of Voldemort, he had been delicious, such a good little 'pick-me-up'. She ordered her minions to throw him out of the hotel, he had been tasty, but he certainly wasn't decorative, babbling and swaying and drooling all over the place. She had certain standards and having someone that ugly marring her lovely hotel suite simply wouldn't do.

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