DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. MANY PEOPLE DO. THAT IS NOT ME. IF IT WAS, I WOULD NOT HAVE TO WAIT TWO MONTHS FOR MY STUPID STUDENT LOAN TO COME IN.

The Gryffindor Deatheater: Prologue

Adriana didn't delve on her thoughts much, so she was not going to. She was bored, but she was not going to give in to the typical clichés of those stupid stories. Dude, I hate clichés. She had graduated from Hogwarts and needed a fucking job. The main question was what that would be. She needed some goddamn galleons fast.

Addy had gone through many jobs in her life and she really didn't need any more crap. Then Ad went to the most unlikely place for a girl in her position: Knockturn Alley. One would be surprised how one hot Gryffindor could be considered an insider and not an outsider. She went mostly to the bars where she would get into a few fights, kill mostly anyone and then get free drinks because the bartender was too afraid to say no. It was not only fun, but gave her a reputation of being a bad ass. So, she had the type of respect that this place earns: be my best friend or worst enemy.

Ads could thank her mother's side of the family for her tremendous strength. Every female member of a royal freedom fighter family had these powers. They varied, from being able to control ice, or fire or weather and some were weirder. One was from her cousin; Alej Alcazar was loves to be called Al. She is a medium for spirits. Not only can she speak through dead people, but she can be turn into them. They can possess her body even when she doesn't want too. If there is a very old and ancient place, it probably has ghosts. She even told me the fucked up story of being done by a ghost. I then slowly walked away and proceed for the closest exit.

I got the power of the monster. It is like the Hulk (That's trademarked folks!), but I turn into a bigger monster. Also, my anger triggers me into a weird hybrid dinosaur-person. I keep this strength in my normal form and can reflect any curse. A lot like a giant.

That brings me back to my present situation. I wasn't sure what type of job I could get, but I knew that it would be a good job. There had to be something that I could get.

I walked into a bar that I forgot the name of and asked for a drink. I was soon approached by a shady character. He stared at me with red eyes and a very white face. For a second I thought that he was Lord Voldemort (This is where you gasp.) for a sec. He was not, but I was sure that he was in league with him. He asks for some Ogden's with a gruff voice. That was the only time that I actually thought that John Stevens was a good singer. That is pretty bad for anyone that watched American Idol.

He seemed to be surveying me. I then did a slow maneuver over to him. He stared at me and gave an evil smirk. I was a little scared. That was mostly because he had as much teeth as my father had when he got out of Azkaban. I stared at him with suspicion.

"What the hell do you want? I don't do sexual favors, do don't ask."

He stared back at me with that same freaky smile and the making-me-actually-like-John-Steven's-singing-voice.

"The dark lord has heard of you." He replied with menace. I raised my eyebrows. What the hell was all that I could think of.

"What does he want with me?" I asked in a growl. (You see, I had just puked up something and I was in a process of swallowing it. I disturbingly found it to taste pretty good.)

"He wants to you to join him."

A/N: I hope that I have not freaked out anyone. It had some weird humor. I just thought of this when I saw "Last Comic Standing". I wanted to do something funny. I really want people to read and review this. My other stories have not had the greatest luck in reviewing. I want to know if I should continue.