ehm... facehuggers attach themselves to someone's face, not chest... i think you are talking about Chestbursters...

 

I am only gonna do this one but you lot can do that.

 

Nah, I'm too lazy to upload a story on ff.net. It takes too much time.

 

It takes too much time? *confused* It only takes five minutes at most!

 

Not if you are doing multiple chapters at once. When I reposted Rhyllen's stuff, I got sooo annoyed at how long it took.

 

So... Has it been posted yet?

I'm just worried it was already posted and I didn't get to read it.

 

Nah, my computer messed up and I lost a couple. I am almost finished though.

 

YAY!! Almost fun time!

 

Dark!Harry

Harry was pacing the chamber of secrets, twiriling his two wands in either hand, when a brilliant idea came to mind

Using his parselmagic, Harry summond Ginny back from the dead, after so many DLP personel had brutally killed her.

"Harry you saved me" Ginny wept

"yeaaahhh, I did" Harry said smiling

"Oh Harry, I love you!"

"I love you too ginny"

As ginny approached to hug harry, he reacted quickly, levitating her several feet of the ground, and aimed her, like a torpedo, head first at the large stone statue of Salazar Slytherin.

"Sorry, Ginny, i got bored and thought you should die"

Harry then propelled ginny head first at 200 mph in the stone wall, her head exploding like a watermelon as her dirty redhead whore of a body fell to the floor, bones cracking and splintering."

Harry re-holstered his wands and went back to his judo and sword practice.

"Nothing like a bit of Ginny killing when your bored" Harry said to himself.

 

*snorts* Violent and amusing. The best kind!

 

Hahaha Ginny-Abominaton, great. For some reason the repeated use of the term 'anus gas' squicked me the most.

Edit- Incase anyone would care to know, I'm trying to write one of these. I'm just a slow goer though.

 

Was this posted on FF.net already and I missed it? It's been a while. (by that, I mean 3 days. *gasp*)

 

wow that was a good one. lol. you really do have a thing for insane harry.

 

What? That's a completely logical response!

 

Good point. It's been a while since I was here and I was actually worried I might have missed it. Is DLG still alive? I'm starting to think that he's been killed by some random Ginny lover seer who foresaw that he was going to post these stories up.

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After reading all these wonderful stories I felt I couldn't live with myself untill I tried my hand at one. So here it is.

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She couldn't contain the giddy feelings that bubbled up her small frame as she walked carefully towards the awaited rendevous. With all the law abidding students tucked safely away in bed after curfew, the time was perfect for the clandestine affair set earlier in the day. Ginny Weasley lost herself for a moment in recollection.

After long hours turned to days and weeks of pursuing him, Harry Potter, her obsession, had finally agreed to meet with her alone. Now away from the prying eyes of everyone else, she knew, that she would be able to show him how much she loved him and that they were made for one another. Tonight was going to be a night she would never forget, Harry promised her so. Though why he chose the public boys room in a rarely used wing of the castle she couldn't fathom, but then again she thought to herself 'sounds kinky'. ---

"Errgh". Letting out a deep grunt of exertion, he passed that barrier seperating constipation from diharea and sighed with relief as all of his used up sustenance splashed noisily into the already plugged toilet. After several bowel busting exulsions, finally it was done, and Harry Potter quickly stood up off the seat and cleaned himself with a simple charm.

After a muttered "Tempus" and seeing the time fast approaching 2:30, the designated time, he continued with his plan with a steady madness. Anytime a feeling of doubt began to grow he ruthlessly squashed it before it had a chance to fester by reminding himself that this would finally put an end to it.

There was a time when the teenaged wizard would never dream of doing what he was going to this night, let alone to methodically plan it out and derive pleasure from the anticipation alone. Those days died however as he grew more cynical and wanted more privacy to discover himself and what he truly wanted in this life, not what some decrepit candy addict and his screwed up turkey basters said.

He tried to be polite at first, all the time with that red haired barnacle stalking him and trying to worm her way into his pants, though she would claim heart. But no matter how often he told her to leave him alone, she persisted in 'showing him how she was the only one who understood him', or even worse how he was continually barraged with thinly veiled insinuation to 'start a family' with her.

Even now Harry still shudders while remembering when she used that phrase. Finally earlier this day as he was walking through the corridors in a totally vicious mood brought on by Ron and Hermione playing tonsil hockey while Snape brought down everything he had on the poor lad, that he was surprised a kitchen sink wasn't charmed to attack him just to complete the humiliation, after the skank tried to 'cheer' him up. Said 'cheering' involving copious amounts of bodily flesh pressed against his in revolting ways. Well finally he had an epiphany on par with the day he was told he was a wizard.

Something so simple that would fix so much. The vile slutwhore of Gryffindor had to go, NOW, as nastily as possible. With that realization his countenance changed in an instant and now reassured that the putrous lump would get hers, he did something that would have made lesser men kill themselves. He relaxed in the hug and returned it, and after giving a quick kiss to her lips Harry quietly instructed her to meet that night for a time she would never forget.

Of course, Harry meant that she would never be able to block the horror awaiting her that night even if she somehow managed to survive through shear existential raunch.

Which brought things back to here, where Harry almost ready now just needed to fine tune a few details.

Floating a note in the air between the entrance door and the cubicle.

Severing the door of the bathroom stall with a highly focused severing charm.

Casting an illusion of the door in the empty space, then adding an illusion of himself with arms spread wide open. Couple of swishes later and the over powering repugnant odor was contained to within the cubicle.

Concealing himself within his invisibility cloak, all was ready, now nothing left but to await the guest of honor, he thought with a malicious grin. ---

Blessing her luck in not being found on her way, the youngest Weasley opened up the door to the washroom and smiled on seeing the scene before her.

There with a warm smile was her love Harry Potter standing with his arms wide open ready to embrace their love. Just as she was about to call out to him she noticed a piece of parchment levitating, and thinking nothing of it, plucked it from the air to read.

'Ginny, if you really love me, then speak not a word and leap into my arms and I will fill you with my essence.'

Her dirty mind immediately translated that as 'Jump on me and we'll have wild hot sweaty freak sex'. Her mind now clouded from thoughts of lusty copulating paid no more attention to anything but Harry before her. With a scream of "Harry!" she took a running leap into him head first. ---

That's right, come on in bitch. He thought to himself as he watched her enter the room with a nauseating grin on her face and a pathetic spring in her step. I don't want to know what horrible disgusting thoughts she's having of me to look like that.Thankfully now it would all be over soon.

When the tramp took his note and read it looking up with an even more letcherous look his heart rate sped up. The anticipation was killing him, he so longed to reach out and squeeze her nasty little head untill the blood oozes out of her diseased ears.

His arms well conceled beneth the cloak began to move toward her unsuspecting throat as if possessed of a mind of their own. No, must resist. He forced himself off, just barely, knowing his plan for her demise would be all the sweeter then a simple strangling.

As she screamed out his name in that caterwhaling voice of hers, ignoring what his note said he noted with some annoyance, Harry's face lit up in delight. It was time. ---

Reaching out to hold her love, Ginny was caught completely off guard when instead of hitting the solid resistance of the boy-who-lived, she continued falling head first to the door. Her worry and confusion over seemingly falling through Harry was short lived as the expected pain from slamming fast first into a cubicle door never came.

As her head passed through the door she watched in horrified fascination as the toilet's open seat came closer. It was if time slowed down and before her terrified eyes she could see the seat was covered in disgusting gobs of brownish goo and the inside was even worse. The last clear sight she had was of the questionably colored sewage her head was falling into. ---

The moment the foolish wretch passed through his illusion he jumped into action. One quick 'Finite incantem' later and he could see the fruit of his labor in its first phase.

Ginny 'The Stalker' Weasley had fallen face first into the scum filled toilet. With the most urgent of haste he rushed in to the stall and forcefully held her in, stopping her from backing out.

The heady feeling of his violent revenge left gifted to Harry an unbreakable strength and iron will, not even the smell affected him as he held the now thrashing skank firmly submerged.

"How do you like that bitch?" He yelled out in satisfaction. "That enough of what was in me for you, or you want more?" Just in case she was somehow holding her breath he pulled out a knife with his free hand that he smuggled from the main hall during dinner, and repeatedly stabbed all over her body with it. Her robes gave way like there were holes already there and soon his knife turned bloody from puncturing the skin as there were no further clothing to form protection.

Increasing the pressure he shoved her further in even as her movements became the erratic desperate buckings of a dying mule. Getting just a tad too into it perhaps he began to tune his stabs in with jingle bells singing hysterically. "Die Die Die! Die Die Die! Die Die Die Die Dieeeee!"

Finally all her movement stopped.

It was over. She was dead.

As it finally sunk in what he did, tears of sorrow began to pool within his eyes.

It's true what they say. 'You never know what you've got, untill it's gone.'

Ginny Weasley was now dead, and Harry would never be able to torture her again. Sniff Brings a tear to the eye. ---

::Not to sound completely pathetic, but I'd appreciate it if ya'all let me know if it was any good.::

Thnx.

 

i don't remember ever giving you a lesson in Ginny Killing... That's almost like my own works... I HAVE FOUND THE PERFECT APPRENTICE!!!

LET US MURDER AND DEVASTATE GINNY UNTIL NOTHING IS LEFT!!!!

 

*blinks* That was mildly disturbing and amusing.

I give you an A+ for accomplishing that. ^_^ I can almost feel Harry's pain! (but I'd rather not, I like being able to kill Ginny over and over again.)

 

Excellent you have finally sacum to the dark side of the force