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eiahmen posted a comment on Wednesday 1st July 2009 10:49am

And here's another one that I just had jump into my head.

For quick reference; Buck-Tick is a Japanese rock band, and their vocalist, Atsushi Sakurai is VERY popular with the ladies. His friends, and many of his fans, simply refer to him as "Achan" or "Acchan".

It had taken several weeks and generous use of the Unforgivables, but finally Voldemort learned where the Potter brat had gone in search of more training. It had been a relatively simple matter to apparate halfway around the world to Tokyo, Japan, now he had to complete the other steps of his plan. Step 1: Find Potter. Step 2: Kill Potter. Step 3: Take over the world.
Brushing nonexistent lint from his robes, Voldemort stepped out of the alleyway he had appeared it see thousands upon thousands of teenaged girls (And more than a few grown women.) standing behind a metal fence, yelling and shrieking like banshees. He resisted the urge to pull out his wand and kill them all and instead spent a moment looking around to get his bearings.
"Buck-Tick?" he thought as he read the marquee on the building in front of him. "Who or what is a Buck-Tick?" His thoughts were then interrupted by the sound of a door opening, and he looked down to see five men walking out. The tall, dark haired man in the front waved at the crowd and Voldemort was vaguely aware of the sound of the fence crashing to the ground behind him and thousands of feet pounding against the pavement.
Voldemort’s crushed and mangled corpse was found a few hours later, trampled to death by Atsushi fangirls.

Vincent posted a comment on Sunday 21st June 2009 11:51pm

Found a new way for voldy to die; Harry throws a portkey that transports voldy straight in to our sun.

Crys replied:

That idea's already been used.   See #83.  

Thanks for the review, though.

misterq posted a comment on Monday 8th June 2009 2:58am

Yep, I liked one of the ways I submitted and polished it up and posted it to my compilation page on TTHM. Hope you don't mind too much. :)

Crys replied:

No problem.   They're your ideas in the first place.

ShadeHawk posted a comment on Friday 5th June 2009 5:56am

Rabit plot bunny by misterq on TtH (Twisting the Hellmouth):

King of the World

He had found it, the legendary Aladdin's Lamp. A few rubs later and Voldemort made his wish, "I wish to rule the world!"

"GRANTED!" said the djinn and Voldemort vanished with a poof of smoke.


Voldemort, now frustrated beyond all belief (...).

Voldemort slumped. He wished to be ruler of the world, but he failed to specify which world.

Crys replied:

Yep, he sent them to me but then put them up himself.

misterq posted a comment on Friday 5th June 2009 4:54am

The glowing white angel-like being used to be a dementor. That was before Harry and Hermione got their hands on it. After Voldemort called all of its bretheren to it, it was the only one captured during a feeding raid on a muggle town.

Harry had the idea and Hermione worked out the spellwork and cast the charms. Suddenly, it was no longer emmiting an aura that made people revisit their worst moments. Instead, its aura made people experience the best moments in their lives - pure euphoria.

This made the new promentor that much more dangerous as when it floted into the Death Eater meeting, everyone mindlessly flocked to it with a smile on their face. Almost as if they were affected by the greatest imperio charm ever cast. Even the dark lord wasn't immune to the feeling.

Then, when the crowd of murderers and villians huddled around the glowing white figure, full of euphoria, the incandescent promentor bent down and hungrily sucked up everyones' souls.

misterq posted a comment on Friday 5th June 2009 3:08am

Some more...

"Harry, I need some money!" Hermione rushed up to her friend.

"What for, Hermione?" Harry asked. He wasn't above giving money to one of his friends - it wasn't like he was using it for anything important.

"I figured out a way to help you with Voldemort, " the bushy haired girl said excitedly while clutching several books, "I was doing some research on the floo network when I though, why can't we enchant it to filter out anyone who willingly got marked as a death eater and doesn't regret it. That way, even if someone got marked while under the imperio spell, they'll be fine. As will Professor Snape be if he truly regrets getting the mark. But anyone else will go to a floo gate of our own choice."

"So why do you need money?"

"To build and enchant a floo gate and buy a few ingrediants to er.. hijack the floo network."

Harry thought about this for a few seconds, "I don't care how much it is, let's do this."

A few weeks of work, a couple of visits to Arthur Weasly at the ministry of magic (where Hermione kept him busy by answering questions on muggle technology while Harry and Ron snuck off under Harrys cloak), and the floo network was modified.

Later in the year, when Harry got visions of Voldemort torturing Sirius Black, he and his friends flew to the Ministry where they found... nobody. Harry went to the prophesy room and pulled down the glass orb and listened to the entire prophesy. Then he replaced it and, not seeing Sirius, snuck back to Hogwarts.

Voldemort, on the otherhand, wondered why he had heard no word yet on the successful capture of Harry Potter. He disillusioned himeself before entering the floo and clearly saying his destination. The gate he exited wasn't what he expected. Instead of the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort flew out of a gate attached horizontally two feet above a bubbling volcano - just like all the other Death Eaters.


He had found it, Aladdin's Lamp. A few rubs later and Voldemort made his wish, "I wish to rule the world!"

"GRANTED!" said the djinn and Voldemort vanished with a poof of smoke.

Voldemort opened his eyes upon the almost surrealistic landscape he was on. Everything looked like it was painted in bright pastels. There were what appeared to be lolli-pops lining a nearby street. And looking him over were what looked like several three foot tall living gummi bears.

"Welcome! Are you our new king?" said the yellow gummi bear.

"Who are you?" Voldemort demanded.

"We're Jelly Bears!" said the red gummi bear and clapped his hands repediatly like a hyper four year old.

"Jolly Jelly Bears!" exclaimed the orange bear as his eyes rolled stupidly so they didn't focus on the same point.

"And you are our new king!" the yellow one laughed idiotically, "All hail the new King of Jelly Land!"

Annoyed at the cheering, Voldemort whipped out his wand and cast the killing curse at the yellow bear. The green light hit the bear... and turned him green.

"Ooh! Look at me! Thank you King!" the bear bounced on its rear.

Voldemort cast crucio at the red bear.

"Tee hee! That tickles! Yay!"

Voldemort, now frustrated beyond all belief, tried to cast imperio, but instead of a spell, candy came out of his wand.

"Candy!!" all the bears screamed and began to devour the sweets.

Voldemort slumped. He wished to be ruler of the world, but he failed to specify which world. Now it seemed he was stuck with moronic candy bears forever. Unless...

The Dark Lord turned his wand around and cast the killing curse at his own head.

He turned green.

Then he started to cry.

The Jelly bears' efforts to cheer him up by clumsily stuffing him full of candy did not help.

Nanoswarm1 posted a comment on Saturday 30th May 2009 2:25am

"Headmaster, can you teach me how to make a Portkey without any safeties?"
"Why do you want to know how to do that, Harry, my boy?"
"Well, I have an idea on how to beat Voldemort..."

*A week later*
Voldemort was standing, gloating over a family of Muggles the last raid had captured who he was torturing. Suddenly, he collapsed, dead.

Portkey-blocking wards just scramble incoming Portkeys- enough to ruin electronics or turn a person into a puddle of gore, but the safeties in most Portkeys just abort if they try to enter. Rocks can survive being acrambled just fine. "Inside Tom Riddle's Brain" is a perfectly valid Portkey target.


Harry Potter and Voldemort were duelling along the streets of a small town. They carved a path of destruction across the town. Finally, exhausted, Harry ducked into a house. His nemesis followed soon after, to see him standing, hands on his knees, panting, in front of a wall.
"I have you now, Potter!" the Dark Lord cried, following it up with a devastating curse- which the Boy-who-Lived sprang away from with a burst of speed, darting out the back door.
He turned around and yelled back to Voldemort, who was still processing the sudden change from "exhausted" to "energized"
"That was a load-bearing wall, Tom!"

Eric Oppen posted a comment on Monday 18th May 2009 3:31am

Voldemort picked up the Horcrux. Unfortunately for him, it had been booby-trapped, and was now also a Portkey.

It sent him straight into the center of the sun. At those temperatures, even if he'd had time to cast it, a Flame-Freezing Charm would do less than no good.

DragoFlare posted a comment on Friday 15th May 2009 11:17pm

Slytherin's heir watched gleefully as his deatheaters razed another city to the ground.

Voldemort casually cast a fireball at the propane tank that heated the local orphanage and watched the building go up in flames.

Shortly after, he spied a fountain with a pair of bells hanging above it In front of the display was a plain white sign with black printed letters saying:

Throw a coin into the fountain and ring the bell, then you will have a new fortune.

The Halifax tourist association

"Well, I can always use more good luck, so why not?" the dark lord mused, pulling out his change purse and tossing a knut into the water.

He gave the bell rope a firm tug...





After a single ring the bell came loose from its moorings and fell on Voldemort, squashing him flat and killing him instantly.

The sign said the ringer would get a new fortune, not necessarily a good one.

eiahmen posted a comment on Thursday 14th May 2009 8:50am

*giggles madly* Oh man, all these are so great. Here are a few from me.

Voldermort had searched Europe for months for the self proclaimed "King of the Vampires" before he learned that the Lord of the Night had been at the height of his power in fifteenth century Romania. So after much research and one exhausting spell casting later, Voldermort found himself standing in the province of Wallachia, in the year 1476. Now he simply had to find this vampire king and "persuade" him to join his cause. Vampires lived forever after all, so he knew that he would only have to return to the future, and his new ally would be waiting for him.
Before he could contemplate on where to go, he heard voices approaching his locations, and a few minutes later, four people stepped into the clearing and stopped and stared at him.
Voldermort, tired and shorter tempered than usual from the spell casting, narrowed his eyes in anger and raised his wand to curse the four in front of him. Before he could utter a single syllable, he found himself stabbed in the chest by a throwing knife, frozen in place by ice, lashed with a whip, and decapitated by a sword.
"What do you think that was, Belmont?" one of the four asked as they walked away. "Could it have been one of Dracula's minions?"
"I don't know, Grant." the one carrying the whip replied "But it's dead now, so let's move on."

"Master," Lucius Malfoy said as he knelt at Voldermort’s feet "I have learned the location of where Potter went to get extra training. He went to the United States."
Voldermort’s eyes narrowed. "Did he now?"
"Yes Master, here are the apparation coordinates."
Voldermort appeared on the deserted city street with a loud crack! and looked around before he spotted the glowing red sign.
"Devil May Cry?" he sneered "So this is where Potter went for training? How pathetic." And with that he cast Reducto on the double doors, blowing them apart, and confidently strode through the billowing dust and floating splinters, his wand raised and a curse on his lips.
"Jackpot!" a male voice sounded from somewhere in front of him, and a red clad blur was all the warning he got before a large broadsword, crackling with electricity, cleaved him in two.
Dante Sparda looked down at the two halves of the former Dark Lord before he looked up at the green eyed teenager standing in the back corner. I thought you said he’d be a challenge."

Voldermort stood in the weed choked courtyard, looking at the lion statue in front of him. He had easily disposed of the lesser demons he had encountered so far, and an overpowered Aquamenti spell had taken cared of the lava spider, and it seemed that getting what he had come for was going to be much easier than anticipated. He had come to Mallet Island because he had read in ancient texts that it was possible to access the Underworld through there. Once he was in the Underworld, he could take control of the demons there and use them to lay waste to his enemies.
But before he could do that, he needed to awaken this "guardian". He touched the statue and heard in his voice say:
"The guardian is sleeping. Magical power will awaken him."
Voldermort raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"
There was a shriek from the statue, a black aura flared out around it, and the stone startled to crumble, revealing a black mass that flowed down into the ground like liquid before taking the shape of a large panther, with glowing red eyes and long fangs. It growled at him, and then it leaped into the air and spun like a boomerang before launching itself down at him. Unfortunately for Voldermort, his recreated body was not fit and capable of dodging quickly enough.

David Thacker posted a comment on Saturday 9th May 2009 5:58pm

I got this one from rereading Sunrise Over Britain and it is Flaming Flatulence.

Killer07 posted a comment on Monday 4th May 2009 7:42am


after a long time i got bitten by a plot bunny again.

Voldemort was in a meeting with Hades and his assistants Pain and Panic to get the ultimate ally and form of Imortality. "Tom please say that again i thing i got some ashes in my ear..." "To break Harry Potter we should first kill his friends like Hermione Granger" "Tom let me get this right... you... want to kill MY BELOVED GREAT GRANDDAUGTHER?????" As Hades speaks his fires turned from blue to red.


Killer07 (I think Voldy just now reserved himself a extra warm place in the underworld)

Minerva Granger posted a comment on Tuesday 21st April 2009 1:28pm

no real substance to tis one, but Voldie meets Maz Smart. The KAOS involved with a meeting between Voldie and 86 would have shocking consequences for anyone not in CONTROL, so swear Harry etc in as CONTROL first, please. Other than that, just run with it.

misterq posted a comment on Monday 13th April 2009 7:04am

More plot bunnies just keep burrowing into my mind...


"You see, Tom," said Harry Potter as he stood before his nemesis at the Ministry of Magic's lobby, "Most magic artifacts were created before the invention of the assembly line. It took me a little bit to figure out how to automate it properly with magic, but I'm confident with the results."

"What results, Potter?" asked Voldemort, his patience growing thin even though he was intregued at the possibilites.

"Why this result." Harry said as he lifted up a tiny chrome orb the size of a ping-pong ball. It was gleaming like metal, but also translucent - as though it existed only partially in phase with everything else.

"You see, Tom, I've been working on a way to make mind control much subtler than the 'imperio' spell your forces tend to use like a sledgehammer. These little mind orbs can turn invisible, bypass any wards, and phase into a person's head - perhaps while the target is sleeping. Then, they sit there and quickly erase any thoughts I don't want the targets to have even before the thoughts are fully completed. They can also override any physical instructions. Rather handy little things."

"Interesting, Potter. But what does that have to do with me."

"Oh, well, I created the assembly line machinery in the old Chamber of Secrets to churn out these things by the barrel full. And as of a few months ago, everyone is now subly under my control."

"Oh really?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes and tried to curse Potter. As his nemesis glared at his wand hand for refusing his mental comands, Harry continued talking with a slowly expanding grin.

"Hmm, perhaps you should reexamine the meaning of the word 'everyone', Slaveamort," said Harry Potter, the new secret ruler of the entire world.


Harry was tied to the gravestone in the cemetary, but wasn't looking to worried. He was more upset about Cedric than anyone else. If he had reacted faster, then he could have saved his fellow studen't life. Then Cedric would have owed him a life debt, but at least he would still be alive.

Pettigrew approached Harry with a dagger to draw some blood, when the boy spoke up, "Hey, Pettigrew. I'm cashing in the life debt you owe me. Your new mission is to destroy Voldemort and any of his loyal minions, other than yourself. And possibly Snape."

Pettigrew felt his magic pulse in relation to the life debt. Without warning, the rat animagus aimed his wand at the huge cauldron in the middle of the cemetary and sent the massive iron thing careening towards a stunned baby-sized homuculous Voldemort.


Harry and his friends had found the mysterious room full of levers and one large mirror inside Hogwarts castle a few months before the war. It was Hermione, however, who figured out exactly what it for.

So while his friends watched, it was Harry Potter who sat in the single chair, expertly manipulating the control levers. The boy smiled as looked intensly at the mirror that showed the view outside. With a little bit of magic, the mirror scene zoomed onto the shocked face of Voldemort as Hogwarts itself, a magically flying citadel, rapidly approached from the sky and landed solidly on himself and his panicing forces.


Voldemort's head suddenly exploded without explanation or warning during one of his Death Eater meetings.

At Hogwarts castle, a bossy tone called out to a messy haired boy who was clutching both his nose and the scar on his forehead. "You shouldn't hold your sneezes in, Harry. Who knows where they will come out," said Hermione.


McGonagall was having the class practise switching charms while Harry waved his wand at the prickly cactus while deep in thought. 'Anything would be better than having this accursed scar on his forehead linking him to Voldemort's mind. Even having a patch of cactus instead.' the boy thought to himself.

And just like that, magic did its thing - even better than expected due to the muddled nature of the boy's thoughts. The next thing he knew, Harry had a smooth patch of skin where his scar had been while a chunk of cactus was simply missing.

At his hideout, Voldemort fell to the floor and twitched a few times before remaining still. Bellatrix cautiously did the few medical diagnostic charms she knew, but disregarded her findings. She couldn't believe that there would be a large chunk of cactus poking into her master's brain with it's spines.

Lucillia posted a comment on Saturday 21st March 2009 1:31pm

how do I send an idea? I got one.

Crys replied:

Just put it into a review.


Minerva Granger posted a comment on Sunday 8th March 2009 11:39am

By the way, from my last, it's one of Comdt Lassard's GOLF balls, not the typo I managed to put. And one other thing. I actually meant Fackler when I put Sweetchuck. If you've seen the movies, you know what I mean. With Fackler, the possibilities for Voldie deaths are endless.

Minerva Granger posted a comment on Monday 2nd March 2009 11:31am

I've been watching Police Academy, and it inspired me a bit.

Voldemort chokes on one of Comdt Lassard's gold balls.

Zed temporarily returns to his old ways.

Sweetchuck. Just Sweetchuck. The possibilities are endless.

Jones' imitations are used as cover for real explosions.

Puck1 posted a comment on Wednesday 11th February 2009 8:30am

How about Voldermort has had a marriage arranged to a muggleborn?

Crys replied:

Bunny  added to the file.   And then two variations also added.   Thank you.

misterq posted a comment on Saturday 7th February 2009 4:28pm

A few more..

Harry cast the tripping charm at Voldemort and dived through the floo. The Dark Lord fell after him so only his head and arms emerged from the other side. Harry quickly whirled around and cast a sticking charm on Voldemort's wand hand before racing off. Voldemort was still trying to free his hand when the floo powder ran out, shutting off the mystic transportation fire, and incidentally slicing him in half.


It was Hermione who made the spell, but Harry who cast it on the Dark Lord. Voldemort tried to cast the killing curse in retaliation, but midway through the process, he was suddenly distracted by a cloud shaped like Nagini. He tried again, only for a sparkly rock to catch his attention. The former Dark Lord screamed in frustration at his new curse of extreme ADD before suddenly noticing how fluffy a random squirrel's tail was. He was futilely still trying to catch the small creature when the aurors came.


At first, Harry thought it was a mistake to introduce the twins to muggle cinema. But as time went on, the Weasley brothers started sending him working items they developed from the movies they watched. He already had a magical light saber and a ring that would turn him invisible (and that's all it did, or so the twins claimed). But Harry smiled as he thought of Voldemort and his army gathering at the gates of Hogwarts and then looked down at his new working replica of the Ark of the Covenant in all of its face-melting glory.

Crys replied:

All three of these used.   Thanks

misterq posted a comment on Friday 30th January 2009 10:44am

Thanks for including more of the little plot bunnies that run around my mind. :) Here are some more...


This was it. All the Horcruxes were gone and it was down to just Harry and Voldemort, dueling each other in the Chamber of secrets.

The spells were flying fast and furious. Voldemort's shield gave out right as Harry sent out two lethal curses and a jelly leg jinx. Years of experience made the Dark Lord avoid certain death and step into the almost harmless spell as he worked on getting a new shield cast.

That was when Harry yelled out a phrase he had seen on television once. "Shut yo' mouth!" the boy shouted in parseltounge. And the last sight Voldemort saw as he lay on the ground with unresponsive legs, was the great stone mouth of Salazar Slytherin biting down.


Harry Potter and Ginny Weasly looked at the twitching form of the soon-to-be-dead Lord Voldemort.

"Remind me never to get you mad enough to cast that spell, Ginny."

"It was too hectic in the middle of battle, Harry. All I did was accidentaly add a word and suddenly, my 'bat bogey hex' became the 'bat brain bogey hex'," said the girl as several grey bat-like forms made their way out of the former Dark Lord's ear canal.


Voldemort sat on his throne. Another nation had fallen to his rule, but still there were rebels, discontents, and more countries to crush. Always more plans to be made.

"How long is he going to be like this?" Harry asked Hermione while pointing to the Dark Lord, who looked as though he was smiling in his sleep.

"I never made a way out," the bushy-haqired girl said. "The device runs off of his magical core. It provides the nutrients his body need, handles life support, and creates progressivly more difficuly challenges as time goes on. It also suppresses all thought about the simulation not being actually real."

"That's brilliant! So he's stuck like that until we destory all his soul pieces?" Harry asked.

"We can toss him into a Gringotts vault and work on that at our leasure while he plays 'Sim-World-Conquest'," Hermione smiled, "I think he is on level three out of infinity at the moment."


After seeing Draco effortlessly, although briefly, turned into a ferret, Harry started researching transformation spells. To his delight, he found them easy to cast and hard to reverse by the victim. So it was not surprising that next time they dueled, Voldemort suddenly turned into a small white mouse and was promptly gobbled up by Hedwig.


Voldemort woke up in his bed, vowing revenge on Harry Potter the failed 'Endless Nightmare' spell the boy tried to cast. That was when he noticed his face felt funny. The dark lord reached over to rub it, only to have a large chunk of flesh fall away. He tried again and again, until all that was left was a grinning skeleton - and soon even that was coming apart!

Voldemort woke up in his bed, vowing revenge on Harry Potter the failed 'Endless Nightmare' spell the boy tried to cast. That was when he noticed he was completly cocooned in an acromantula web, covered in spiders. And one spider the size of a truck was slowly leaning closer in order to plunge his venomous fangs into him.

Voldemort suddenly woke up in his bed, vowing revenge on Harry Potter the failed 'Endless Nightmare' spell the boy tried to cast, only to notice that something was moving under the skin in his arm. Many somethings. And then the pain started.

Voldemort shakingly woke up in his bed, vowing revenge on Harry Potter the failed 'Endless Nightmare' spell the boy tried to cast....


Crys replied:

4 of these scenes used.   Thank you.