Voldemort the Pretty
By Greenfly
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not even the idea. Just the changes.
Voldemort rose ominously from the cauldron; tall, thin and terrible. Wormtail hurriedly stumbled forward and draped a thick cloak over his naked form. Gracefully, Voldemort stepped out of the cauldron and looked over to where Harry sat.
Harry had not been watching the horrible display at all. As soon as Wormtail had so rudely stolen his blood, Harry's eyes had been rooted to his hands and he struggled to untie his bonds. He heard soft footsteps nearing him but he ignored it.
"Look at me Harry." Came the rasping voice of Voldemort. "Look what you created. You have just ensured your death."
Harry jumped, snapping his head up to look at Voldemort. His eyes slid over the slitted nostrils, the bald pale head, the bony fingers... Harry's gaze travelled over his nemesis and locked onto the red eyes, seemingly pulsating with evil. He wanted to gasp, he wanted to shudder. Instead Harry settled for the one word that could adequately describe his growing horror.
"Eeew…."
One of Voldemort's eyes twitched, while the other bugged out slightly, lending him a squinting, piratey look.
"Say that again Potter." He dared, incredulous and raspy.
"Sorry Voldemort, but you're really ugly." Harry paused for a second. "No offence or anything…"
Voldemort was stiffer than a pertificus totalus spell on a plank of reinforced steel. He was the most powerful Dark Lord since time began; he'd just been reborn for Evil's sakes! What did he care about looks? Images of his past briefly flashed before his mind's eye – images of him being respected and awed by dozens solely for his good looks, the contempt he was then able to rain upon them, the feeling of superiority he had garnered…
Voldemort's preoccupation was all Harry needed; the ropes holding him and finally come lose. Whipping out his second wand (because what kind of thickie doesn't carry a spare when people are out to kill them?) Harry accio-ed his first wand to him and sprinted back to the portkey, levitating Cedric's body to him on the way. Voldemort snapped out of his daze and located Harry just as the midget upstart got a good hold on Cedric's upper arm.
"So long suckers." And with that Harry grabbed the portkey and was gone.
Voldemort was not amused.