FUCK YEAH!

Dropbear!Harry kicks some serious ass.

 

Dropbear!Harry ftw! That was fucking great Shezza.

I have an idea for the Second Annual Ginny Kill-Off, but I don't think I can do it justice with my lackluster writing.

There are a shit load of fics out there that have Harry as Voldemort's son, but he changes as soon as he meets Ginny.

I was hoping someone would write how Voldemort's son would actually treat a blood traitor like Ginny Weasley.

Homer

 

As soon as I read the word "Australian" I knew it would be a Drop Bear, but it's not polar bear-like enough. After all, the Bundy bear is the best representation of the Drop Bear ever seen. Still, as an Aussie I salute you! And if I ever run into you somewhere I'll shout a round of beer.

 

ROFL!

Shezza that turned out brilliantly. Dropbear!Harry is instant-win.

Though, it's vegemite that wards off dropbears, not eucalyptus oil

 

Quiet days in the Common Room were few and far between, especially at the end of the year; after all, exams were coming up, so every single student felt it was imperative that they chat amongst each other.

Harry Potter slammed closed the cover of his book in frustration. A weekend away, and all that Harry could figure out from that stupid Potions textbook was that unicorn horns and camel toes don't mix unless you crave an explosion. Running his hands through his hair, he wondered if the final examination would involve Polyjuice Potion. His musings were disturbed by an all-too familiar voice coming from about where the portrait hole was.

"Harry!" A black-haired head hit the table.

"What is it now, Ginny?" As if I really wanted to know.

"Why didn't you meet me at the Entrance Hall? We could have gone for a nice little walk..." As Ginny prattled on about the mundane, Harry felt himself grow increasingly agitated. If only I was still on that weak love potion; I might be able to stand this... "...oh!" Harry frowned. "I have an idea, why don't we go do that now?"

Harry was nonplussed. "I'm trying to study."

"You're book's closed," Ginny pointed out helpfully, before hoisting him up by the arm and leading him towards the portrait hole. Harry sighed and wondered if he should break the news to her.

After dragging him out to the lake, Ginny walked towards a seldom-used part of the courtyard, housing the stables. Nobody would ever come around here; not even patrolling. It was the perfect place for a little snog session, and Ginny was only too thrilled to wrap her arms around 'her Harry'.

Harry finally began paying attention to his surroundings again; Ginny's inane witterings having driven him into a state of numbness. They were in some sort of barn, and there were Threstrals everywhere. The school stables, presumably where they held all the carriage Threstrals when not in use. Ginny was... disrobing?

"What the hell are you doing?" he said confusedly, and Ginny merely smiled at him.

"Why, I'm finally going to get the first taste of the rest of my life!" She was too bloody chipper, her voice like drills in his already occupied mind.

"What's that supposed to... oh, no." He took a step back, into a wall. The lever behind his arm was loose and it fell, activating something. The stable doors opened inwards slightly. "Ginny..."

"Oh, Harry... I've waited a long time for this... Mum even gave me the idea; this is where Bill was first conceived!" Harry's eyes flashed.

"Look, your stupid potion isn't working anymore. That was one of our last assignments in Potions. Now, I've never really liked you like that; I'm glad you're my friend, but..." Ginny seemed to take no note of what he just said. "...in fact, the very idea of shagging where your parents have done... be glad I don't have a weak stomach." Ginny was down to a bra and knickers. Red and lacy - gaudily so, and leaving nothing to the imagination.

"Don't you see, Harry? This is where my family begun, and this is where ours will soon begin..." Harry retched.

"Look, I'm going back to the Common Room. I'm sorry, Ginny. Good bye." Harry more ran than walked past the stable entrance and out of sight. Ginny felt odd... as if someone were watching her. She smiled slightly.

"Oh, Harry, you naughty boy..." she mumbled to herself, reasoning that it was he under his Invisibility Cloak and continued taking off her remaining clothes. Her bra came undone, and she pushed her small breasts together. A trickle of arousal went down her leg, knowing that Harry was watching her do these things. She managed to step out of her knickers.

She felt a small pinch on her right buttock and she squealed. "Oooh, Harry..." she slapped him away, and she heard a snort. Ginny was knocked flat on her arse and found herself spread-eagled on the ground; Harry was so passionate! A cold, wet slimy thing she felt taste her pussy, and it was like going to heaven. For a second, she floated on air, revelling in the sensation until - AGONY! - what the hell was that? She looked down, and a whole chunk of her body had been torn out... Blood was spurting everywhere. Now instead of whimpering in pleasure under Harry, she cried out in pain as more chunks of her were torn out and disappeared. Her blood smelled rank in the stables, vile almost. Bleeding profusely from where her nether regions used to be, Ginny managed to cry out for help one last time before succumbing to the pain. As she closed her eyes, odd black blobs could be seen grouping around her. Help, she thought, relieved.

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Hagrid stepped into the stables, quietly. The smell of blood was in the air; presumably from whatever was in this bucket he carried with him. He didn't know, nor did he want to. The stables were unlocked... how odd; he hadn't let them out into rainy Scottish weather that morning.

Approaching the first trough, he bent down to find a hand-sized chunk of pink flesh in the bloody stable. Odd... the Threstrals usually ate anything. He bent down to pick it up. Whatever it was, it was soft and fleshy to the touch - almost like... Hagrid dropped the thing in horror. It couldn't be, could it?

He walked over to the lever which unlocked their stables... and retched. A dead body, partially devoured, lie on the bundle of hay. Glancing at the clothing as he rushed to get the Headmaster, he noted the red and gold Gryffindor tie, and a tear found his way down his face to his beard. Whatever would Dumbledore say?

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I think it ended rather poorly; but I hope it was at least worthy.

 

Ginny Weasley was so excited today, she'd thought she would pee in her pants. Harry Potter. The Harry Potter, had written her a note from owl to meet by the Pumpkin Patch near the Forbidden Forest. His writing was rather scrawled and illegible. But that was understandable! He must have been waiting for this his whole life as well! And he was just nervous like herself.

She smiled sickly sweet. They after all, were soul mates.

She had been a few more minutes late than Harry had written her to meet him. Fifty-six to be precise. She needed to prepare for this moment after all. Ginny lifted her loose shirt open to peek at her laundere with her bony fingers. She had whined to her mother to pick out something sexy, insisting on a G-String and a Pushup Bra.

Her mother muttered something about 'looking ridiculous when you don't have curves'. But it didn't matter. It was her night. And it needed to be perfect.

Ginny made her way to the Pumpkin patch, seeing Harry leaning back on a pine tree. She found it strange he seemed to be leering at her, with a sense of urgency. But it just might be his nerves.

"Harry!" Ginny squealed, pulling him into a full snog. She had been so excited that she didn't bother with romantic graces, instead slopping on his face like it was Dean's---

"--Ginny, why don't we er, get on ter it." Harry pushed her away, peering at her wet skirt.

"Alright, Harry. You're so dirty," she giggled, slipping off her shirt and skirt, not finding it odd that Harry's speech was a little more rouged than usual.

He then slammed her onto the ground with brute, animalistic drive, ripping off her G-String in the process. Ginny closed her eyes with euphoria, this is what she'd had been waiting for, as he shoved in his cock.

She thought she'd feel pleasure, but instead, she felt as if a pole covered in fur was ramming into her cervix. Harry felt heavier than usual, much more heavy.

Ginny Weasley tried to look up...only she couldn't. All that was noticeable to her was white, fatty flesh. She screamed as the last image she saw, was a hairy fat ass smothering her face.

"Darn' it!"

Hagrid looked at the pale Gryffindor who's insides had been squeezed out like toothpaste from his weight. He had overdone it again. The effects of the Polyjuice Potion had worn off, thanks to the bitch being late.

Hagrid transfigured Ginny's remains into fertilizer for his Pumpkin Patch. It had been many a time Hagrid, being a half-giant and size-challenged, had tried to lose his virginity with desperate Hogwarts girls. Which is why his lively pumpkins thanked him for his constant failure.

After Hagrid had dressed into some proper clothes, he scooped up more Polyjuice Potion and threw in some red hair. He would have to thank Ronald Weasley's stupidity for leaving some of his hairs on his chair and keeping in contact with retarded girls.

He laid the container with the Polyjuice Potion on the table, starting on a new letter:

Dear Lavender Brown, meet me at the Pumpkin Patch near the Forbidden Forest...

Two-hundred feet away a boy with glasses and messy black hair could be seen voluntarily groping a blond Ravenclaw near the Quidditch stands.

"Do you think she fell for it?" Harry asked Luna, still pissed that the red-haired brat had spiked his drinks with love potion for months.

Luna laughed, pleased that Ginny, though a bitch, was rather stupid.

"Definitely."

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I apologize for the Ginny/Hagrid graphic images. If that part made you feel like gouging your eyes out, you're not alone...​

 

LOL nice contributions but they pale against Dropbear! Harry. That was hilarious.

 

I have to agree, couldn't stop laughing with this stuff they're writing.

 

Basically, this whole thing is just an inside joke for us IRC'ers. I'll probably write another one at some point that's aimed towards the masses. That said, enjoy.

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"Harry...Harry! You have to stop playing that game, it's taken over your life!" Ginny pleaded, but Harry was concentrating too deeply to hear her.

His fingers moved flawlessly from button to button. 50 note combo. 100 note combo. He was almost there, to the end of the song that had kept him from victory for so long.

Beads of sweat rolled down Harry's forehead as it winded down. This was the last solo, after this it was smooth sailing.

Then, all of the sudden, the controller was knocked from his hands. He looked up with bloodshot eyes to see Ginny, hands on her hips, most likely giving him one of her disapproving speeches. But he could care less.

She had just invalidated the last two weeks of his life with one fel stroke. Harry saw red.

He took his wand from his pocket and rolled around thoughtfully, enjoying the frightened look on her face.

"H-Harry, what are you doing, put that thing away!"

But he did not put it away. In fact, he strode up to her frozen form and pointed it between her eyes.

"No Harry, NO!"

Harry had a manic look on his face, and he shook with suppressed rage.

Then, he stood completely still for a split second, before starting to tap his foot to an unseen beat.

Harry took a deep breath and held it for a second, looking into Ginny's eyes, before letting out a scream of;

"IT'S A BIIIIIIGGGG SKYYYYYYY!"

A light brighter then he had ever seen before encompassed the room, blinding him. He heard tortured feminine screams, begging for mercy, but there was none to be had.

The light died down, and Harry glanced at the charred remains of his wife.

"Bitch."

 

GuitarQueero!Harry For the win

 

Idea taken from Methene, on the Harry/Fleur thread

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"Darling look, those wine glass pyramids are enormous! We have to get something like that next time our family comes over, they'd be so impressed!"

Harry looked down at his wife with disdain. The wine glasses certainly looked fabulous in this crowded Ministry ballroom, but in their modest home for a gathering of around twenty? Her family would be more disgusted at the garish effect than impressed.

Actually, maybe they would be impressed, he amended, noticing the distinctive waist length blonde hair of Fleur, paired with the red of her husband, Bill. He was gazing up at the glasses with awe, while she looked faintly embarrassed at his uncouth behaviour.

Harry sent a commiserating glance over, and she smiled with graditude, before getting back to expertly fielding a Ministry Official's questions to Bill. The man appeared to be trying to fish about the Final Battle while Bill was drunk, but the gorgeous part-veela was having none of it.

She excused herself gracefully, and pulled Bill over in Harry and Ginny's direction. At Harry's side, Ginny stiffened, preparing for the verbal battle which invariably ensued whenever Fleur came anywhere near the youngest female member of the vast Weasley clan.

"Ginevra, what... interesting... robes you found. I'm not sure they are quite your colour, but as I don't know what your colour is, I'm sure they suffice."

Ginny flushed an angry red, which Harry dispassionately noted further emphasised Fleur's comment. Crimson robes with gold lining, while very loyal, had the effect of making Ginny look hideous, and clashing with Harry's robes of a deep blue.

"Oh, I'm sorry Phlegm, next time I'll ask for your opinion, if I decide I want it."

Fleur waved her hand airily, despite the anger in her eyes. "Dont worry, I doubt I could really help. You probably need a specialist of some sort, and if I wasn't so genetically fortunate, I would have a lot of trouble finding something that didn't make me look like a hag too," she said, in a faux-kind voice.

Harry sighed inwardly. Despite how amusing all this was, he already had enough attention focussed on him, and a duel wouldn't help matters. Bill had already escaped to the bar where he was on his fourth... fifth whiskey, so it was unlikely he would be able to help.

"Fleur, how nice to see you. Perhaps you would do me the honour of this dance?"

She inclined her head gracefully, and the pair were soon twirling out on the dance floor, watched closely by the jealous redhead.

"You have gotten better since the TriWizard Tournament, Harry."
"Lots more practice. Having a beautiful partner helps too."

The woman laughed delightedly.

"I notice you didn't dance so well with Ginevra."
"Like I said, having a beautiful partner helps..."
"All's not well in the Wizarding World's favourite fairy tale?"
"Forgive me if I ask the motivation behind this line of questioning, but I am a naturally suspicious person."

The current waltz stopped, and another started. On the sidelines, Ginny fumed as the couple she had her beady eyes on gave no appearance of stopping. She gave up and headed for the bar, stomping petulantly to a stool.

"Well, let's just say, I have first hand experience with regretting being assimilated so quickly into the Weasley horde."
"Indeed?"

His answer gave away nothing, and they danced in silence for a while before returning to a table.

Meanwhile, Ginny was getting so drunk she could barely stand, and through fire-whiskey goggles, thought no one would notice if she and the rather handsome man at the bar went upstairs for a little while.

Whispering and giggling, they stumbled up the stairs and into the Minister's office. So engrossed they were in the clumsy sex that they didn't notice the flash, nor the little bug flying away to dry retch somewhere.

"Tempus"

The floating numbers said it was 11:30, and Harry was getting slightly worried about Ginny. He and Fleur had enjoyed their evening enormously, being saved from baby-sitting their respective spouses, but it was about time to leave.

"Hello Harry."

An insiduous voice came from behind him, and Harry resisted the urge to groan.

"Rita, what a pleasure. Dare I ask why you are talking to me?"
"Well, as it so happens, I was looking for a quote as regards to this picture."

Harry gasped at the sight of his soon-to-be-ex-wife and her brother rolling around like animals on the Minister's desk.

"A quote hmm, how does a quote of say, 500 galleons sound?"
"That sounds... very reasonable. Gringotts card?"
"Certainly. And the negatives?"

Ritas smile dimmed, but she handed them over without complaint. 500 galleons was a sum most people earned in a year.

"Rita, my dear, would you be so kind as to excuse us?"
"Certainly."

She smiled obsequiously, and Harry got the feeling she would have done a lot more for 500 galleons.

Harry and Fleur stalked upstairs, and cast sobering charms on the wayward duo.

"Oh God, Fleur, I'm so sorry!"
"You disgust me! Your sister?"

She spat on the floor, then slapped him. Not a ladylike tap of disapproval, or even a bitchslap, but a solid thump. Blood gushed from his nose as he was knocked out cold, and Harry snickered slightly, before returning to his "wife".

He nudged her with his foot, and she woke up slowly.

"Harry? Darling?"

He pasted on a look of disapproval and disgust, before handing her the photos, and her wand. He laced his voice with a slight enslavement charm. Not on the levels with Imperio, which would leave traces, but enough that Ginny would listen very carefully to what he said. Somewhat close to what Hermione was like with Dumbledore.

"Ginny. You disappointed me. I think you know what you have to do."

He nodded to Fleur, and they left the room, to the sounds of Ginny's quavering voice casting two Avada Kedavras.

The blonde smiled happily, and gave him a kiss in thanks. This kiss was slightly different to the one out of the lake, and left them both looking for the nearest Floo portal.

 

Malaga, you brought a smile to me on this cold and dreary English morning. 100 Methene Thank you points are awarded.

Many blessings onto you

 

Another awesome story. Loved it. People should write more of this...it is utterly amusing.

 

Here's my pathetic attempt at a Ginny Kill off:


The Owlery door swung open, and a girl in black and yellow robes swept in. She coaxed an owl down from the rafters, one she had been visiting for the last two months and bribing with treats to gain its trust.


It would pay off soon enough, and she offered the snowy white owl some bacon she had smuggled up from the kitchens “Hedwig, sweetie, I need you to do me a big favor and deliver this.”


She offered the owl a letter, the name Ginny scrawled over the worn parchment. The owl looked unsure, but took it and flew out the window. She watched it until it flew out of sight around the Gryffindor tower, and with a smirk she left the room.



Ginny Weasley was thrilled, no beyond thrilled, she was ecstatic enough that she felt like she was going to orgasm in the middle of the Gryffindor common room.


After all of her hard work, slipping love potions into Harry’s drinks when he came back for his seventh year victorious after defeating Voldemort, Amortentia in her perfume, and sleeping around to get the skill to woo Harry into being hers things were finally going right. Nothing would stop her from being Mrs. Potter.


She giggled, oblivious to the strange looks Hermione was throwing her as she poured over a new bill Harry would be presenting in two days to the Wizengamot. She skipped up the stairs to her dorm room, prepared to dress for the occasion.


She clutched the letter in her scrawny hands to her flat chest, giggling for a second time. How shy Harry must have been to have to send Hedwig with a letter to meet him in the dungeons for a rendezvous instead of asking her face to face.


The thought made her heart flutter, and she had just enough time to find the right lingerie.




Ginny checked her watch for another time, she was five minutes early, and she jiggled the door knob. It was locked, and with a quick glance she looked up and down the corridor and placed her wand on the door and blasted off the lock.


Smiling to herself she opened the door and looked inside, and gave a dreamy smile. Five different cauldrons were around the dungeon, each a different color and simmering gently giving the room a warm glow. She felt giddy, Harry was so romantic.


She looked around; maybe he was already here under his invisibility cloak. Not wanting to disappoint she undressed down to a white bra and underwear that made her look more skeletal than sexy, and stood by the door shivering.


She felt something heavy on her shoulder, and turned around smiling “Oh Harry…”

She saw stars as something smashed against the side of her head, and she fell to the ground. A cold, slimy, rope like object wrapped around her head and throat and suddenly she found herself being dragged across the floor.


Her skin on her back and legs peeled away on the rough stone, leaving a trail of blood behind her. She pulled at the thing over her face, and finally loosened it enough to breathe.


More heavy things wrapped around her arms and legs, and slowly began to crush her. Her wrist snapped, the bone coming up through her elbow and sending blood spraying everywhere. Her pelvis shattered as a heavy blow stuck her, and she screamed as her left leg was ripped from its socket.


Eyes watering from the pain she cracked them open long enough to look around her, and what she saw made her scream even louder and flail hysterically. She had been pulled into the center of a large Devil’s snare, the giant lumbering plant slowly strangling her, long vines hanging from each of the cauldrons absorbing the liquid inside.


Realizing that her wand was in her clothing she did the only thing she could think of. “Help me, somebody help!” She screamed, her voice slowly growing guttural as her ribs snapped one by one and bone pierced her lung.


Her vision blurred, and she thought it was all over until she heard another voice, “No one’s going to help you.”


Ginny looked wildly around the room with bloodshot eyes, and saw a familiar Hufflepuff standing against the far wall, “Susan help me, it’s killing me!”


Susan Bone’s face remained a cold mask of apathy “Are you stupid?” Susan flicked her wand lazily, the door locking and silencing wards coming up.


“Susan what? You’ve got to…” Ginny whimpered, struck dumb as a vine smashed into her mouth knocking out her front teeth and causing her to bite her tongue.


Susan gave a cold smile, resting her hands on a vine of the snare that had wrapped around her shoulders “Did you really think someone wouldn’t find out you were putting love potions in his drink? Hufflepuff fought by him when Hogwart’s was attacked, we owe him out lives for saving us from Voldemort. He deserves much better than a broke red haired slut who’s best known as the school’s whore.”


Ginny began crying, blood spraying out of her mouth as she pleaded “We’re soul mates, don’t you see? I’m the only one who understands him, who’ll ever lover him as Harry.”


Susan chuckled, and pointed her wand at the pile of Ginny’s clothing by the door “Accio love note.” The parchment flew into her hands, and with a swish of her wand it burst into flames.


“You love him? Either you’re more pathetic than I thought or you’re a good liar. You didn’t even realize that wasn’t in his hand writing, you just want him for his fame and money. Harry’s a rising star, accepted on the Wizengamot at seventeen due to a few pulled strings, defeater of the Dark Lord. You’re too persistent for your own good; you’ll just drag him down into that poverty stricken hole you came from. Harry’s going to get rid of the last Death Eaters and pureblood supremacists and change our world; my house mates will fill in the void left over.”


Snot ran down Ginny’s face, and she began to plead as the vines cut off circulation to her legs causing them to turn blue and bloat “You can’t kill me, someone will find out and then Harry will avenge me!”


She felt a burning over her stomach and between her legs, and looked down in horror to see her skin turning red and burning off in large bloody flakes.


“Oh no, there are at least thirty other Hufflepuff’s ready to say I was in the common room all night. My extra credit Devil’s snare for Sprout will take all the blame. I’ve made him especially for this, those potions made him stronger and smarter, and that burning your feeling is the special puss excrement that I introduced a week ago. I’ve already made five reports over the last two months of kids breaking in and ripping down the caution signs. Accidents do happen.” Susan said, a cruel smile tugging at her lips.


Ginny let out another ear splitting scream, and the Devil’s snare began smashing her head on the floor to silence her. The Hufflepuff girl stroked the vine around her arm, and crooned to it softly “Kill her for me.”
The sound of ripping filled the air, and with one last scream Ginny’s upper body was separated from her torso, intestines, skin, and blood spilling everywhere in a gelatinous mess.


Susan smiled, cooing to the plant as it settled down back onto the floor. Waving her wand the wards came down, and she left the door slightly ajar with the blown off lock. Ginny’s clothing clearly in view the moment someone stepped inside.


Straightening her robes and putting a warm smile on her face Susan went up the stairs to tell the house that the problem for the future Minister of Magic had been taken care of permanently.



A dark wooden coffin sat up on a large dais, surrounded by hundreds flowers of different colors. A small man in a stiff black robe stood by a podium, and gave the eulogy for the tragic and accidental death of Ginerva Weasley.


Harry Potter stood against the back wall, a furious snarl on his face. After all he had gone through, defeating Voldemort, fighting for his family chair on the Wizengamot, trying to make the world better for everyone, to find out that the Weasley bitch had been spiking his pumpkin juice with love potion.


He wanted to rage but remained quiet, ignoring the screaming sobs of Molly Weasley as she cried over her daughter’s casket, firmly closed with what few body parts aurors had been able to find.


He felt something brush against his arm, and he saw a brief flicker of rust colored hair and black and yellow robes before he heard a soft voice “Something wrong Harry? You’re not sitting with the Weasley’s in the front.”


He tried to smile at Susan Bones, but it came out as more of a grimace “It’s nothing, I just found out a few things about Ginny and I’m a little angry.”


Susan nodded, and turned back to face the front as a sobbing Bill Weasley talked about his little sister “Before my aunt died she used to say looking over and revising a few laws always made her feel better. I’ve heard you’ve got a new bill coming up tomorrow.”


Harry sighed, and ran a hand through his hair “Yeah, Hermione didn’t get it finished after we heard the news…” He glanced down at the Hufflepuff, taking in her slim waist and voluptuous chest. She was different than a boney tightly muscled Ginny. A lot different. “Would you mind helping me out a bit? You’ve probably done this before.”


He flipped his wrist over, glancing at his watch as another wail rose from the mourners “It’ll be a good hour before anyone leaves, come up to the Gryffindor common room for awhile.”


She wrapped her arm around his, and smiled up at him “Sounds wonderful, I never did like funerals.”
Harry smiled back, enjoying the feeling of her body against his.


As they left Susan felt the eyes of dozens of Hufflepuff’s on her, and she looked back and gave them a reassuring smile. Everything was going just fine.


When her eyes settled on the casket she sneered, and wondered if Ginny’s soul could hear them. That thought brought a smirk to her face as the door shut behind them “Never mess with a Hufflepuff’s man, bitch.”




Hope that brought a smile to somebody's face. Oh yeah, Dropbear!Harry rules the world!

 

Nobody fuck with a 'puff, BITCH!

Sorry, I had to get that of my chest.

 

Sorry, acidentally sent it twice. The internet keeps lagging and cofusing me. All good now though.

 

Yes, just YES.



Does anyone know if there is any non-pussy 'Puff Harry fics?

 

Shake me by RoxieSnape

 

That was an awesome fic! I definitely recommend it as well.

 

And that is my little try at a Ginny Kill-Off, the first writing I ever post on the net, and not even in my native language.

Ginny Weasley woke up to see, just one inch above her face, the huge and unblinking eyes of Luna Lovegood, which were staring at her, her first reaction was to scream.

"Luna! You startled me!"

Luna said nothing and continued to stare at Ginny. Then Ginny began to realise her situation. She was laying on a cold stone floor, naked, with her hands and feets bounds by magical ropes.

"Luna, what's going on!" said a slightly panicked Ginny.

Without blinking or breaking her stare, Luna stood up, her dreamy expression still on her face, letting Ginny have a look at the room they were in. It was a dark, small room, with walls, ceiling and floor made of rough gray stones.

'Like a dungeon' thought Ginny.

The room was lit up by four candles placed in each corner of the room. There was a little table near the door, on the farthest side from Ginny, on which there were severals edition of "The Quibbler".

"I'm still persuaded that it's the wrackspurts that damaged your body and mind, but Harry assured me it was genetic" said Luna in her usual dreamy tone.

"Wha-What? Harry what?" asked a bewildered Ginny.

"Oh well, it doesn't really matters now" said Luna, totally ignoring Ginny before turning towards the table, grasping an edition of the Quibbler and starting to read it.

Ginny, still trying to get a reaction out of Luna by screaming, yelling, farting (at which Luna said that there was probably nargles in the room), managed to get a glimpse of the paper front. She saw a title saying "The Departement of Mysteries secret way to get rid of compromising proof and individuals on the Rotfang conspiracy".

It was at this moment that Ginny realised that she was laying in the middle of a rune circle in which the rune were engraved in the stone floor. After seeing that, she calmed down and asked calmly, in a subdued tone :

"What are you going to do to me?"

As if she had waited for Ginny to ask that, Luna started to explain in an unhabitual excited tone :

"Oh, it's simple, I'm going to get rid of you with a secret method of the Departement of Mysteries, which by the way seems to mimic a well known ability of the Crumple Horned Snorcack" finished Luna with a scowl.
After a brief moment when Luna seemed to be debating if she had the right to use a ritual who was direspecting to this animal, she continued her explication.

"This ritual is used by the DOM to get rid of the proof on the Rotfang consiracy, it involves the creation of a time-space alteration to bring from the confines of time enough energy to destroy the object. Of course, to do this you need a huge amount of power but this will be provided by my Harry Potter" Said Luna back to her dreamy tone.

Ginny was speechless and had still not regained her composure when
someone opened the door and entered the room before closing it behind him, Harry Potter had just entered the room.

Being the finely refined product of years of careful breeding, Ginny Weasly did the most intelligent thing her mind could come up with :

" Harry! My Hero! My Love! My soulmate! I knew you were going to come and save me! She's trying to get rid of me!" screamed the banshee at an almost painful noise level.

Harry just raised an eyebrow, eyeing her with disgust before turning towards Luna .

"Didn't I told you to explain everything to her?"

"I just did, but I think that wrackspurts confused her mind" said Luna calmly.
Harry snickered before answering "My dear Luna, I already told you, it's genetic"

Luna just shrugged before asking "Do we do the ritual now?"

"Oh no, said Harry with an evil grin, we get to have fun before..."

Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at the naked (and disgusting) form of Ginny Weasley. He muttered a curse and a yellow beam leaved his wand to hit the chest of the red-haired slut, causing a long and bloody gash on her body. Next to him Luna also drawed her wand and started cutting Ginny's fingers one by one with cutting curses while muttering things like "And one for Harry, and one for the wrackspurts, another one for Harry..."

Ginny screamed in agony at being tortured by the two obviously insane witch and wizard. Harry stopped his laceration of her chest and breast when he noticed that Luna had stopped casting curses, completely ignoring Ginny's pleas for mercy in the background, he turned towards her to ask what was wrong but before he could open his mouth, she said "I'm sorry Harry, I don't have anymore fingers or toe to cut and I only cut fives in your name" Harry shook his head, Luna's insanity was sometimes very odd.

He turned back to Ginny and hissed "Crucio!"

As soon as the unforgivable curse hit her, Ginny began trashing and screaming louder than she ever had before, to the point of hurting her vocal cords, she was in a world of pain worse than anything she ever imagined.
"That's it bitch, that'll teach you not to try to use love potion on me, not to stalk me and generally not to be a pain in the ass... Scream for me... no, scream for Luna! That's it, scream for Luna!" finished Harry with an evil cackle, while Ginny was still screaming and that blood was starting to drop from her ears and nose.

Harry's evil cackle was interrupted by a giggle from Luna, making him stop the curse in surprise.

"Sometimes you say the sweetest of things Harry" said Luna with her dreamy eyes focused on Harry.

Harry shook his head to clear it from the pleasure he received from the Cruciatus curse, while Ginny was panting heavily, making small moans of pain and whimpering pitifully.

"Well, I suppose we got our little fun, time to start the ritual! Luna have you all prepared correctly ?"

After seeing Luna's nod, Harry started to chant an incantation. The room seemed to fill up with power, the air shimmering around Harry, his eyes glowing a powerful green as he said the last words of the incantation, and then, there was a thunderous noise and a bright flash of light, and when Harry Luna could reopen their eyes , there was nothing to be seen, Ginny had disappeared, like vaporised.

"That's all?" asked Luna disppointed.

"Well, she has been obliterated, what did you expect, a big explosion?" said Harry, putting his arm around Luna's shoulder.

"Yes, I would have loved to see that kind of things" said Luna, back to her usual dreamy tone before exiting the mysterious room with Harry.

ELSEWHERE-ELSEWHEN

With a bright flash of light, Ginny Weasley apparead in a street in some city, and luckily for her, just in front an hospital. After a few minutes where all she could do was moaning in pain, someone spotted her and she was brought inside the hospital and healed, her bleeding stopped and her wounds tended until she fell asleep.

She woke up later, and this time observed her surroundings first, she was in what seemed to be a muggles hospital room and... she was tied to her bed! After realising that, she panicked, starting to squirm in her bed to try to get out of the bindings but stopped as soon as she saw the door to her room starting to open.

Absentmindedly, she saw the time on the clock above the door 8:16, am or pm, she didn't know. The man who entered seemed to be a foreigner, an Asiatic, in a military uniform. Before he could ask anything, she spoke in a raspy voice :

"Where am I? What is the date?"

The soldier raised an eyebrow before answering in english with an heavy accent :

"You are in Hospital Shima in the Japanese city of Hiroshima and we are the 6 of August of the year 1945, now I would like to ask you some questions, firstly..."

But this man never finished his sentence because at 8:16:45, the Atomic Bomb "Little Boy" exploded just above the hospital, razing the entire city and obliterating Ginny Weasley and all those near the explosion, wiping their existence from the surface of the planet.


Yeah, Nuked!Ginny seemed like a good idea to my tired mind. I thought of this at 4am, it 10am and I still haven't slept, now I'm going to sleep till lunch. I really have messed up sleep time.