hahahaha :lol:

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Some people think it's a French name -- Le Strange. I think the french word for 'strange' is 'étrange', so it's pronounced the same.... I always thought it was pronounced Lest-range....

 

thatd look cool if harry didnt look entirely idiotic... kinda he was throwing her into a fire or something ...that seems fun...

Is just how i see it written ... its french and well the french are very... french... its like leFay ... there is less emphasis on the L than the S

 

In french the le/la are like the in english, hence people are named after things(e.g. Lapierre - 'the stone').

 

Add to that a 'friend' of Ginny's saying something that gave her the idea for this plan, and in her paralyzed state she see's her friend and Harry walk out, greet the spider, and laugh about their plan working making her heart break just before she dies, and you would have the best story ever.


This thread is brilliant.

 

*voldemort is drunk* 99 bloodtraitors bitch on the wall, 99 bt bitches, if one them will fall, we'll have 98 bloodtraitor bitch on the wall*shoots ak on ginny*

 

short and sweet, nice

 

you forgot the version Ginny would love, "take one down, pass it/her around. 98 bloodtraitor bitches on the wall"

 

... no.. people like ginny cause peoples dick to explode after entering them.... its a safety measure to prevent her from breeding..

 

Ginny wakes up one day after a huge whorish orgy, now she has super wizard AIDS, cause pain till she dies 5 years later.

 

*harry walks out of the quidditch pitch after pratice and notices he has a shadow* Now who could that be *spins around and findsa the hoqwarts broomstick(ginny) lusting after him* thinks to him self'god I got to great rid of this bitch' *spins around and "stupefys" ginny" "Now what to do with the peace of trash" *Mobliocorpus's ginny to the great hall and hog ties her to the ceiling and feels her mouth and anus with black powder and wedge a stick of TNT in her pussy and rigs it with a concealment charm so the minute the lemon bearthed cock sucker sits down after the great hall is full the broomstick gets blown to bits*


The evening meal BLOOD BATH

 

Don't Fuck With an Angry Werewolf

He walked along the Hogwarts lake as he had every morning for as long as he could remember. The morning solitude allowed him to pacify the inner wolf, the darkness concealed beyond the scholarly unassuming veil. Today was no differant, as he started his sixth lap. He knew that the wolf would be closer to the surface today. After all; the full moon was only three days away.

He thought about his dead best friends son, and the annoying fanfiction writers who always made him call Harry "cub." He knew that had James still been alive he would be dead for even thinking of doing it... James got possesive when it came to Lily, and the werewolf couldn't blame him. One time Sirius got drunk made a pass at her, and when James found out Sirius had been lucky to escape with not only his life, but his manhood intact... 'I suppose it was lucky for him that Lily deflected that castration hex" the man thought to himself, 'because in his inebriated state he couldn't have defeatd a first-year, much less an angry auror.'

He also didn't understand why those same people who wrote crappy cliched fanfiction insisted that Ginny looked like Lily. The werewolf thought it would be like comparing a 5 knut whore in Knockturn alley (Ginny) to an angel (Lily.) Not to mention that Lily at Ginny's age had had very large tracts of land, like mountains rising from her chest, while the only tracts of land Ginny had were not only small, but sagging despite her youth.

Speaking of Ginny... What was that idiotic slag doing out here at this hour; and why was she following him? Did she have a death wish? Or was her one-dimensional character really that stupid? Remus Lupin sighed. His inner wolf was straining against him, desperate to be let out. Remus fought to control it until he smelled what the little slag was doing. He sniffed the air: 'Is that a love potion?' he asked himself. As he got closer he heard the deranged whore muttering to herself something like "making Harry to love me forever."

After hearing this the Werewolf lost control. Remus Lupin decided that just this once it didn't matter. "Hello Ginny."

Her screams reached across the grounds, and castle... Until of course Remus' inner wolf decided to rip out her vocal cords, cutting the sound off.

When Remus came back to his senses he heard clapping coming from about 10 meters away. He turned and saw Harry Potter applauding him enthusiastically. "Well you did better than what I had planned" said Harry, "I was only planning on tying her up and feeding her to the giant squid. But your way was better. Now lets give her corpse to the squid before someone comes here to investigate the creams."

 

He was bored, granted, but did that mean that he could commit multiple counts of murder? Sure!
The Bloody Baron watched from 'above' as Geny? Junny? Virginia? Oh, Ginny sat in the Room of Requirement brewing a nasty smelling potion for preventing pregnancy. He had watched her do this every fucking week and it was getting annoying. While he was thinking, a giant club covered in poisoned spike appeared in his hand. 'well, isn't that interesting...' he thought as he floated over the whore.
"Thank you, Room of Requirement!" He shouted, bashing the 'girl's' head in. "You can't convict a ghost!"

 

Harry woke up and immediately wanted to claw out his eyes. There above him was the most hideous sight known to man. Ginny Weasley leaning over him naked.
Harry's scream was muffled as she leaned in and kissed him on the mouth.
Harry sat up with a cry, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"It was all a dream" he said, "Just a dream"
He opened his eyes and there above him was Ginny leaning over him naked.
"What was a dream dear" she purred.
He dove for his wand and cast a cutting curse, but was so blinded he missed and hit the roof. Luckily the roof collapsed and crushed her to death.

 

The dirty, discusting, red headed whore was following him again. How was he supposed to practise the dark arts with that second rate slag following him whenever he left the dormitory. It could go on no longer, today he would put an end to it. He altered his course, she followed.

She had been following him discreetly all day, at least that's what she thought. She'd been doing this since the beggining of the year, she needed to shag him. She had shagged every other male in Hogwarts and needed to fuck Harry to set a new school record. Harry changed his course and started towards the kitchens, 'must be hungry,' she thought before letting a sly grin slide onto her face 'I wonder if he like fish?'

He had been in the kitchen for less than a minute before she entered, still, it had left him enough time to get his weapon ready.

"Hello, Ginny," he greeted her. She smiled in what she thought was an erotic way.

She walked closer to him, all the while that disgusting smile was on her face. Harry felt dirty when she rubbed her body against him as she passed, so dirty that he had to refrain himself from rushing to the sink to wash himself. When he turned to the direction she had gone he nearly threw up, she was sitting on the table with her legs spread wide, ginger pubes matted with the semen of her last shag, no underware was in sight.

"Take me!" she demanded.

"Only if you close you eyes," was his answer. She quickly complied.

He quickly grabbed his weapon and rammed it up the slags cunt, she moaned in pleasure. Harry smiled sinisterly as she moaned for him to go faster. Oh, he would make it go faster alright. He fumbled for the power button, the smell was starting to make him feel sick. Finally he found it, earning a blood cirdling scream from the Weasly whore.

Two days later an article appeared in the Daily Phrophet, the headline read:

Ginny Weasly diced from within by blender.

 

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the whomping willow was whomping something; it was a perfect day at Hogwarts. Everyone was outside, relaxing at the end of the term. The girls were all imagining what it would be like to be very suddenly (and perhaps unexpectedly) smart and feisty and cool and popular and smart and sweet and feisty and understanding and in shape, just like Ginny Weasley, who was most definitely not a cum-guzzling whore. The guys were all wondering how they could kill Harry Potter, the cunning and manipulative Gryffindor, who, because of his large fame (and although Ginny knew it but the rest did not, his legendary skills in bed and other suitably large things) had managed to woo Ginny over - largely so that they could take his place with the feisty and loveable and feisty and smart, and - oh - did I mention she's perfect for him - Ginny Weasley. Strangely though, Ginny Weasley was nowhere to be found.

It was on this day with the air both filled with the scent of lust and envy that Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds, came out of his hut. It had been previously burned down, but had been repaired in a jiffy by Albus Dumbledore - who hadn't been, as previously thought - dead, in fact; he had just been taking an afternoon nap. Severus Rickman had been good all along - secretly trying to help Dumbledore, pretending to kill him so that Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, would go and quickly destroy Voldemort and save the world, which of course he promptly did. After a brief period of time tracking down and destroying Horcruxes, which had all conveniently been located in Knockturn Alley next to the place that sold magical tanks, Harry had set out after Voldemort. It had been prophesied before Harry had been born that he would have power that Voldemort knew not - this power, of course, manifested itself the night Harry and Ginny had first done the horizontal dance. 8 subsequent prophecies had been made about how Ginny was the power he knew not, but in the end it turned out that the power was actually a small pocketknife that Harry left sitting around, and that Voldemort had apparated into it accidentally.

Rubeus Hagrid was a giant of a man - but Ginny was much cuter and feistier than him, or for that matter much more feisty and cuter and feistier than any other character who hadn't played a major role in the first five years of Harry's magical existence. JK - erm... I mean Ginny - was very feisty, and beautiful and smart and cute, and although she took up a large portion of Harry's thoughts, physically talked to him for less time than the blast-ended skrewts that Hagrid had raised three years ago (Ginny was also much feistier and cuter than the skrewts, as well). She had two perfect hands, both of which were not withered, like Dumbledore’s withered hand, and was very feisty and cute.

Hagrid, meanwhile, was out feeding ferrets to Buckbeak, alias Witherwings, whom Harry most definitely did not have a tattoo of. Buckbeak, significantly uglier and less feisty than Ginny, was still jumping high in the air and catching the ferrets, which Hagrid hurled at him with the velocity of a small cannon. Buckbeak really liked ferrets; they reminded him of Draco Malfoy, whom Buckbeak had had a taste of in Harry’s third year. Although poorly washed, the boy had a nice, plump shine to him, which suggested years of being pampered. Buckbeak liked slightly meaty roasts, and was eager to find and perhaps eat a leg of. Buckbeak, although possessing intelligence that fell short of humans – and especially Ginny, who was exceptionally smart and cute and feisty – wasn’t dumb enough to forget that Malfoy had nearly had him killed. As a result, Buckbeak had hired two goons to find and break Malfoy’s kneecaps.

Anyways, Hagrid was feeding Buckbeak with some malice, but Hagrid, whom Harry had had as his first true friend, was promptly ignored and treated like shit. Instead, Mad-Eye Moody stalked out of the castle, his eye whirling, and settling on Lavender Brown, who was currently making out with Pansy Parkinson, the only transvestite in the school she had yet to have had wild, passionate monkey sex with. While Mad-Eye Moody indulged his darker, more perverted side, the other side of his brain, which had been magically separated after he made fun of Alan Snape for being romantically attracted to the giant squid, was focusing on the large dilemma he now had.

From the second story window, Horace Slughorn, whose mother was part hippopotamus, randomly leaned out the window. “Snape!” he ejaculated, thereby securing the award for the worst choice of words ever.

“Bloody hell!” added Ron, needing to get his token line in before he no longer became relevant to the plot.

And of course, Ginny was much more feisty than both of them.

Moody surveyed the ground with his regular eye, looking for Ginny Weasley. He had caught her sneaking up on people. When he had witnessed her kill Hermione simply by walking into the room, Moody had pulled out his wand, and quickly transfigured Ginny into an animal. She had run away faster than he could keep up, because even if she wasn’t herself, she was still smarter and faster and quicker and feistier. Moody couldn’t find her and couldn’t be jiggered to try. He resolved thusly to go sit down and have a shot of firewhiskey. And so he did.

Meanwhile, Harry, who was walking across the grounds, tripped over an anvil-sized hint and fell into a deep hole, breaking his neck.

* * *

Buckbeak awoke that evening with a feisty case of indigestion.

 

DIEEEE

Harry was in the Weasley's kitchen making a stew when he saw the little red headed bitch looking at him in a way that made him want to vomit.

Suddenly he got an idea. He smiled and looked at Ginny
"would you come over here please?" Her face lit up "sure!" Ginny replied, walking over to him. "What did you want?" "Could you test my stew for me?" "Yeah!" He handed her a spoon wich she dipped in the stew and brought it up to her mouth.

While it was in her mouth he grabed the handle and shoved it down her throut, making her choke. Then he grabbed the handle of the pot that contained boiling stew and emptied it on her face making it errupt in boils. She screamed in pain and He took the spoon from her mouth and proceded to scoop her eyeballs out. She woulden't stop screaming so he took a knife from the counter and cut of one of her hands and stuffed it down her throut. Still the screams continued, Then he sliced her throut and the muffled screams stoped.

Satisfied that she was dead he proceded to stick the knife in her abdomen and sliced all the way down. he reached in and cut out a 9 inch long section of small intestine and unzipped his pants and began lubing up with blood. Then he started thrusting in and out of the peice of gut. He groned as he came inside the sleeve of innards. He cut her up still needing meat for his stew. That night when the Weasley's said the stew tasted funny Harry only smiled.