Alternative genre of Harry Potter fandom featuring story lines in which the Dark Lord Voldemort turns out to be Harry's dad. Influenced by an obscure line of space adventure movies coming from southern California via Tunisia, Italy and Norway, inter alia.
Typical scene from the vaults of Darth Voldism:
Voldemort scanned the graveyard with his glaring red eyes, the snowy whiteness of his face twitching as he looked about for that annoying teenager. If only he could be made to understand, everything would be so simple ...,
He turned down a blind alley of tombstones backed with impenetrable briars, and there was Harry in front of him.
Harry swallowed hard and levelled his wand, but he did not unleash anything Voldemort's way, no doubt foolish and desperate enough to expect Voldemort to say something that might help Harry out of this impasse.
Yet Voldemort was not about to try any unwarranted aggression, and in fact when he spoke his voice was almost gentle.
"Why do you insist on running, Harry? Why don't you join me? You know it is futile to resist. Join me, and together we can rule the worlds of wizards and Muggles alike. There is nothing we cannot do ...,"
"I'll never join you", Harry said. "Never! Do you hear? I'm not like you at all."
"Ahh", said Voldemort, "but Albus never told you the truth, did he? About what really happened on that night fourteen years ago ...,"
"He told me enough. You're a mass murderer. You've slaughtered hundreds of wizards. You murdered my parents. You murdered my mother. You killed my father."
At that, Voldemort's face grew solemn and a little sad. Holding his wand aside, he spread his arms in greeting.
"No, Harry. I did not kill your father. I ... AM your father."
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"
Voldemort scanned the graveyard with his glaring red eyes, the snowy whiteness of his face twitching as he looked about for that annoying teenager. If only he could be made to understand, everything would be so simple ...,
He turned down a blind alley of tombstones backed with impenetrable briars, and there was Harry in front of him.
Harry swallowed hard and levelled his wand, but he did not unleash anything Voldemort's way, no doubt foolish and desperate enough to expect Voldemort to say something that might help Harry out of this impasse.
Yet Voldemort was not about to try any unwarranted aggression, and in fact when he spoke his voice was almost gentle.
"Why do you insist on running, Harry? Why don't you join me? You know it is futile to resist. Join me, and together we can rule the worlds of wizards and Muggles alike. There is nothing we cannot do ...,"
"I'll never join you", Harry said. "Never! Do you hear? I'm not like you at all."
"Ahh", said Voldemort, "but Albus never told you the truth, did he? About what really happened on that night fourteen years ago ...,"
"He told me enough. You're a mass murderer. You've slaughtered hundreds of wizards. You murdered my parents. You murdered my mother. You killed my father."
At that, Voldemort's face grew solemn and a little sad. Holding his wand aside, he spread his arms in greeting.
"No, Harry. I did not kill your father. I ... AM your father."
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"
by Fearman December 18, 2007
Horrific message often found when listening to Beatles albums played backwards. "Tea" and "sugar" obviously have multiple unspeakably depraved meanings. (How do you play them backwards, by the way? I've never managed to do it!)
On hearing that bit where gnis seltaeB eht Pass the tea, please, where's the sugar?:
Ohhh NOOOOOOOOOO, it's super teatime AGAIN, hide the kiddies!!!
Ohhh NOOOOOOOOOO, it's super teatime AGAIN, hide the kiddies!!!
by Fearman October 15, 2007
Institution which, with a bit of luck, can just about manage to undo half of a percent of the damage wrought by school.
by Fearman August 03, 2007
Morbid and (possibly) irrational fear that if you decide to do something different every day the CIA may decide to keep a close eye on you.
by Fearman March 06, 2008
Accommodation typically offered by cowboy landlords and especially to students, shot through with a fungal growth. The fungal infestation is often temporarily retarded at point of sale by gas or electric heaters which the landlord has removed shortly thereafter. Even if the hyphae have ramified all the way into or up from the foundations, in popular mythology it is always the tenant's fault.
Shane and myself got a cheap ground floor apartment ostensibly for a year on coming to Cork, but it turned out to be a fungus farm and we had to move out after a month for the good of our health.
by Fearman December 18, 2007
Reference to the ubiquity of things American in the world of the late twentieth/early twenty-first century CE: in the pre-Chinese era. From the U2 song Bullet the Blue Sky, about US military domination of Central America.
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America
by Fearman August 09, 2007
What a member of the canine species turns into when it suddenly turns around and sinks its teeth into your ass/wrist/eyeball/whatever is handy.
by Fearman October 15, 2007