Gangsta Voldemort

Okay, so I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea from the title. I’m not trying to boss anyone around. Really. This is Mehr just a few things I sort of noticed about RP’s. Okay, that still sounds wrong. Anyways, feel free to tell me to stick a socke in it. I’ll understand.

So first, I kind of feel like with some RP’s, they don’t really go anywhere
Like, I think I mentioned this in one of my Scenario ideas articles. Like, we have a good premise for an RP, but then, when we start, we don’t really get anywhere, and Von the time we really start getting into the scenario, we’re all...

Everyone has something about themselves that make them unique, one of a kind. They have something about them that no one else has the same. To take that uniqueness is to steal the identity of those who were one of a kind.

My character, Dmitry Vladimir, is a vampire. Not an original, sparkly oder normal vampire, but something more.
Katekicksass's character, Kate, has moments that when she gets mad, she blacks out and harms anyone who angers her.
Xander-Kriechen's character, Xander, has an very explosive attitude, most of which shows through his hair.
Lenzetta-Lovett's character, Lenzetta, she's...

As I finally opened my eyes I looked around once more. The nurse was gone as well as the padded room. My breathing was heavy and I felt as though I was about to get sick. I was in a hallway…A long, dark, crimson tinted hallway. Patients of all ages roamed the corridors, groaning in pain and crying out to the shadows on the walls for redemption. The faded pictures on the Wand seemed to watch me as I began to walk slowly down the hall. Around every turn I could feel the eyes of miserable children burning into my flesh.

    “Times will get better Du dimwits!” a little...

Still Lenzetta’s POV
    I appeared at the familiar house that I had previously been to. The house that was causing my madness.
Wouldn’t Du think that after Du killing their son, these people would have moved to a place less harmful? It makes sense, does it not?
    “That would make sense,” I told myself. At that realization I was beginning to doubt whether my plans would work oder not. I continued to the front lawn and glanced over the house to see if I could spot any sign of movement within the windows, oder any lit candles to indicate light.
I guess...

Still Lenzetta’s POV:
    The Weiter evening was probably the worst since the night of my parents deaths. We held one of notorious meetings which involved of course locating Harry Potter and a little bit of plans to overthrow the ministry. Those topics were fine to speak of, I’ve gegeben some noteworthy suggestions of my own that the Dark Lord seemed pleased with, but the ending of the meeting was what made me feel ill.
    “Ladies, gentlemen,” he sagte right as people were going to get up from their seats. “For those of Du who do not know, we have...

Lenzetta’s POV:

    The majestic doors of the Manor flew open with such force, that it seemed nearly impossible that they still remained on their hinges. I had been running, and was literally out of breath as small sobs escaped me. Why I ran? I had no clue. I mean, why didn’t I just apparate back here? I had my wand with me!
Stupid girl
    That voice inside my head was right. I am a stupid girl and will always be one. Tearing myself away from that thought, I noticed that the Manor was completely dark. I couldn’t even see my pale hand as I held it...

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I didn't write this, I just thought it was really funny.


1. "What did I ever do to y..oh, nevermind."

2. "Oh, ha ha, Du got me!! Am I on Punk'd? Where's the camera guy, huh? Where!?"

3. "Wow, you're even dumber than Du look, and that's saying something. What kind of idiot tells their victim what they're about to do?! I'm ready for Du now!!" *Prepare yourself Von getting into various Matrix positions, beckon him with one finger*

4. "And she's all 'F.Y.I., he's so into me and not you.' and I'm all 'Yeah, right, whatever.' Oh, I'm sorry! Did Du say something?"

5. "Why do you...

Hey people :) This is just a little song based fanfic that I wrote when I was bored and listening to the "Wicked" soundtrack. Hope Du enjoy!


“TOM!!!!” Young Bellatrix Black screams, her eyes wide with tears welding up inside them. She does the first thing she thinks of, she runs to her mother’s spell book. Her Liebe is in grave danger and she had to save him. She flips through the pages vigorously until she comes to a page that she hoped would help. Whipping out her wand from her pocket she began to sing the spell on the worn pages below her view.
    “Eleka nahmen...

The story of one of the Inferi that guarded Voldemort's locket horcrux in the cave. Yes, I took a few creative liberties, but I hope Du guys like it. It's kind of long, but please tell me what Du think. It's darker and Mehr serious than most of the things I've written so far.


The last thing I remember from my Zurück life is Lord Voldemort, the words “Avada Kedavra”, and then a flash of green light. Then blackness.

Everything was black, there was nothing, I was just sinking in darkness, I don’t know how long, until suddenly, I was back, and Lord Voldemort was still there, pointing a...

When that business was finished her wrist was throbbing from her flesh as terrible pain shot up her left arm. She went back downstairs to see Severus pacing alone in the gathering room. He looked to see Lenzetta and slightly smiled.
    “Hurts like hell don’t it? The mark I mean,” he sagte as she entered.
    “Yes…it burns actually…is that normal?” Lenzetta questioned. Snape nodded his head in reply to her question.
    “You’ll find Bellatrix down the hall, first door on your right,” he sagte as he pointed down a corridor....

DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT A MILEY FAN! I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A FUN SONG TO PARODY, ESPECIALLY SINCE WE BOTH DON'T LIKE MILEY, AND WE WANTED A SONG WE THOUGHT MOST PEOPLE WOULD HAVE HEARD

A Pardoy Of "Can't Be Tamed", from the point of view of Bellatrix. I always thought she had a "Can't be Tamed" Attitude, XD
Big thank Du to PaulInDaHood, for helping me write this.

For those who don't know me, I am insa-ane
Crucio-ing muggles every day
'Cause it's fun doing that
Everyone everywhere screams whenever I come by
'cause they know they're gonna die,
'Cause I kill like that

I crucio people 'till they're dead...

The last week oder so I have spent at a *shudder* MUGGLE ski resort. I was accompanied Von several accomplices who shall remain nameless, just in case this Berichten falls into the wrong hands. (Such as the foolish ministry’s). Upon arriving at the ski resort, the stupid muggle behind the schreibtisch was no match for our evilness. One Imperio and he upgraded our rooms to suites and handed us the contents of the cash register, which adds an impressive amount to our funds, Von the way, Master. (That, AND robbing the gift shop! *See later paragraphs*)

The Weiter morning, we were ready for the fun to begin. Not...

Voldemort first laid eyes on Dolores Umbridge when he was at the ministry one day, impersonating the head of the Auror office. He figured it would be a great opportunity to not only stop them from their nation-wide manhunts for his Death Eaters, he could also Imperius them and hopefully kill a few. His stomach tingled with excitement.

As Cornelius fondant, fudge walked by, engrossed in conversation with some lady, Voldemort debated and decided against Imperiusing him to do something stupid in front of everybody. He would have plenty of time to embarrass that idiot Minister when he finally rose to full...

Hullo, my name's Alexia Lyneth. Call me whatever nickname Du wish, I don't mind much. Now, this interview is mandatory, oui? *Rolls eyes* Fine, let's just get this over with. The less time we spend on this, the Mehr time we can spend fighting for the Dark Lord.
As I sagte up top, my name's Alexia. My mother named me that, named after some important person in the ministry, I think? I don't remember, nor do I care.
Anyway, I'm 18, and just ran away from Hogwarts to Mitmachen the death eaters. But that doesn't matter, it's not like I'm not officially an adult oder anything...
Why did I join? Simple, my...

The walls are illuminated Von one small candle. Xander lies on his back staring at the ceiling above him. The shadows of both him and his novel crazed companion Josh dance upon the walls. The room is silent for a moment until Xander sighs heavily and turns to his side.

    “What’s wrong, Xan?” Josh questions, only glancing away from his book for a teilt, split moment.

    “She knows, Josh,” Xander replied pointedly.

Josh groaned in annoyance and practically threw his book aside.

    “Look, Du really need to elaborate on what you...

    The sun bleeds across the horizon. He strokes her back gently as the first glimpse of light becomes present in the sky. When the sun shows its full bloom, she turns to him. Her deep eyes gazing into his own, a smile etched on her face.

Listen to the wind blow
Watch the sun rise…
    
“I Liebe you, Roddy.”

    He knows it isn’t true, but Bellatrix black was a fantastic actress. Yes, Rodolphus knows it’s not true, the Liebe is fake. It’s only a lust for power. But does he protest? No. He accepts it. He feels that he must find...

“What’s the matter Potter? Afraid to fight me? Du shouldn’t be since Du do every damn Tag we see each other!” Snape yelled angrily at his enemy.
    “Oh that’s it Sev!” And with that, James lunged at Snape, tackling him to the floor. Hitting and punching went on for about seven Minuten before a spell was shot at Jame’s back, disabling his mobility. Snape stared up at James in shock and finally pushed the Frozen teenager off of him. He looked to the direction in which the spell came, stunned to see Bellatrix Black’s wand smoking at it’s tip.
    “Why...

The Black Lake holds a misty fog as young Severus Snape stands at the edge of the murky water. Twenty Minuten he had been standing there. Twenty Minuten he had been waiting. It had been too long and the night brought a freezing air. Why had he even expected her to come? It was stupid, she wouldn’t come to accept his apology…Not after how badly he had spoken about her blood. She was probably curled up Von the feuer in the Gryffindore common room with her new love.
    “Damn it, James,” Snape muttered aloud to himself.
    Snape hated James Potter with...

Lenzetta’s POV

    “No!” the child screamed as he backed against the wall, holding a messer with a shaky hand. I laughed at him as tears trickled down his cheeks and dropped to the floor. “Please, I won’t mention Du were here-”
    “Liar,” I sagte in a low tone as I advanced towards the small boy. I could here his mother sobbing from the other room and his father screaming cuss words at the oben, nach oben of his lungs. I had to tie them to a chair if my one man raid were able to work. I looked at the boy closely. Tears poured from his eyes, his nose...

My name is Alexander Kriechen, but Du may call me Xander. I grew up in the city of Aachen Germany with my mother, father, and two brothers Gregory and Jeremiah. I will admit, I’m a half-blood for my mother is a witch and my father a muggle. I guess Du can say it took me a while to notice, but when I was about 4 ears old I began to notice my mother’s “powers” as I used to call them. My father was never fond of her being a witch, he didn’t find it at all normal and hoped and prayed that I would not possess the same qualities. My brothers didn’t turn out to be magic so when my “powers”...