If you have not read Voldemort the School Girl before, I recommend you read that before this, because you will not understand this otherwise. That being said, I will get onto the boring part...

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am in no way making any money from this work. This is a work of fiction, and any similarity between characters in this story and real life is purely coincidence.

Summary: After Voldemort is cured of his radical personality change, Wormtail accidentally picks up some of the magic and drastically changes.


Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange sat in the drawing room, watching Wormtail prance around in a large purple gown, looking absolutely ridiculous. He stopped in front of them, looked down at them with a slight sneer, then turned away and stomped haughtily down the room, disappearing through a large door. Seconds later he reappeared, this time wearing a skimpy dress that barely covered him. Voldemort and Bellatrix averted their eyes quickly.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Wormtail. He smiled. "Aren't I just beooooooootiful?"

Bellatrix coughed. "Er… yeah," she replied. "Gorgeous."

Wormtail smiled and sashed down the room, once again disappearing through the door. Bellatrix turned to Voldemort.

"It's like putting lipstick on a pig…" she muttered.

"I know, I know…" replied the Dark Lord. "But we must humor him, my dear. At least until we find a counter spell that works on him."

"I still don't understand why the Separatus Personas failed to work." She chewed lightly on a knuckle.

"I'm not sure either, but I do believe that his state as an animagus blocked the spell directly, and that it helped absorb the spell when it was cast on me. I think it sort of reverses the way the spell works normally." replied Voldemort. "In any case, the 'fashion show' isn't over yet, so we have to put up with it a bit longer."

"But, my lord-" She was cut off by Wormtail's untimely reentrance into the room. Voldemort and Bellatrix both stared in shock as he came in wearing nothing but a purple and pink bikini. Bellatrix screamed and Voldemort fainted.

"You just can't take my beauty, can you?" asked Wormtail. Bellatrix screamed again.

Wormtail smiled to himself and left the room. He sat down in a large plush chair in the small chamber he had just entered and sighed.

"Life is wonderful when you're beautiful…" he said happily. He looked into a nearby mirror. Instead of his normal reflection, he saw a beautiful young girl with long blond hair and wide blue eyes. He flipped his imaginary hair and smiled again.

"Well, now that the fashion show is over, I guess I'll go get the mail like they asked me to. Strange that we use a mailbox instead of owls. Oh well." Wormtail quickly changed into a skin-tightrobe that ended shortly above the knees. It was of a sky-blue color, with purple designs across it. Wormtail giggled.

"Gorgeous"

Wormtail pranced outside to the mail-box and opened it up. "WOW! The mail's here again!" he shouted with glee. "I wonder how that works. It's here almost everyday!"

He fetched the mail, and was about to run back inside when he noticed something.

"Oh my goodness!"

It was at dinner that night that Wormtail made his announcement.

"My dearest friends and relations-" he began, only to be cut off by Bellatrix.

"Wormtail, it's only me and Voldemort… And we don't fall under either of those categories."

"Er, right." He started again. "My dearest higher-ranking death-eaters, I have an announcement to make. I, Wormtail P. Pettigrew, have made an important decision today. You see, there comes a time when a person needs to choose whether to better themselves, or to remain in the same dead-end job that they're in. This is a very

important part of anyone's life, and-"

"JUST GET ON WITH IT PETER!" This was Voldemort.

"I have decided to quit the death eaters and become a world-famous model."

Both Bellatrix and Voldemort were silent for exactly 25.8462 seconds. Then they both burst into hysterical laughter. Wormtail smiled and sat down, pleased with himself.

"I knew you'd understand, guys. You're the greatest." Bellatrix stopped laughing and stared at him. She kicked Voldemort, who had fallen out of his chair with laughter.

"My Lord… I think he's serious." Voldemort sat up from where he lay on the ground.

"What?"

"It's true!" exclaimed Wormtail. "I wanna be a model!"

Voldemort shuddered. "Alright, Peter, I'm sick of humoring you, and going along with your little fantasies and silly dreams. You can't quit the death eaters. I absolutely forbid it!"

Wormtail pouted. "What- Why?"

"Because," began Voldemort, "You are a hideous RAT who could never even dream of being a model. You're fat, you're old, you're ugly. To top it off, you're a total imbecile who thinks he can win everyone's hearts by stumbling down a carpet! Well, it's time to WAKE UP to REALITY!"

Wormtail drew back in shock, then shuddered. "My lord…" he whispered. For a moment, he seemed like himself again. "What… what happened?" The moment passed, and Wormtail's wide smile pasted itself back onto his face.

"Well, I'm gonna go throw up, 'kay? Gotta get ready for the Beauty Pageant!" He flounced out of the room.

Voldemort turned to Bellatrix. "Did he say… Beauty Pageant?"

"Never mind that," she replied. "What was that outburst a minute ago? What happened to humoring him?"

"I was hoping to shock him out of it."

Bellatrix thought a minute. "Well, now, see here! You almost did shock him out of it, I think. For a moment, he looked exactly like his old self! Perhaps an even bigger shock will bring him back to normal for good!"

"That may just work," replied Voldemort. He smiled evilly. "And I think I have a plan…"


A/N: So. There was my first chapter. If you liked, please review. If you hated, please flame. If you felt indifferent, go do something else, I don't care.