The tall, majestic structure made him feel so…..inferior.
He never felt inferior! NEVER.
Yet as the colossal tower loomed over him, glowing gently, illuminating his pale face, his slitted red eyes, he did feel inferior.
"Your greatest desire….."
Hushed whispers echoed simultaneously off the glossy walls.
He bent down and clasped his hands in a prayer like position.
He let his greatest desire sing in his cold heart.
"Your offering….."
The whispers hissed in his ears.
He placed Slytherin's locket upon the little window carved into the stone wall.
A bright light.
A flash of red.
And then oblivion

When he woke up, he touched his hand to his head in wonder.
He felt feathery hair.
He had hair!
He let out a scream of joy.
No longer shall he be scorned by those who had hair.
He had hair!
He stood.
"I am now above all, I have all power, I am feared by all! I have my flowing locks of hair! I have everything! Humans, witches and wizards alike shall bow before my beauty and superiority!"
With that, he cackled maniacally, for he, Lord Voldemort, had hair.