Well... this is a comedy story based on a comic I made... this is really crazy, but... Read and review, please!

"The Dark Lord's nose growing potion"

The sun had risen, and it's light was entering into the dark lord's bedroom, set in Malfoy Manor. When he noticed it, he woke up, and yawning, he got out of his bed.

He put on his dragon shaped slippers and walked towards the bathroom. He was half-awake, so he sat in the toilet's top, slowly waking up. When he was ready, he entered into the shower and took a 15 minutes bath, massaging his head with a lotion and mumbling a song.

Then he got out, wrapping himself in a towel and putting his slippers again. He looked at the mirror and saw his wonderful reflection. He admired his beautiful red eyes, which matched with the color of his towel, slippers and blood. But then he looked at the place where his nose should be. He frowned. And he looked up to his head, his bald head. He frowned again and started to prepare himself.

- Severus!-, he yelled, not that it was necessary, because he was in front of him.

- What is it, sir?- the greasy, black haired man replied with a serious face. His ears hurted. That man surely knew how to scream...

- I need a potion to make my nose grow again.- he said. Voldemort was pretty sure the wizard could do any potion, that was why he had contracted him in the first place!- ...so I can be pretty again...- he added in a high-pitched tone, darn it was Severus luck.

- But that's impossible, sir...- Severus said in a cool but firmly voice. Never in his life he had heard about such thing, and even if it existed, it wouldn't surely work because dark lord's looks were because of the magic of the horrocruxes.

- I don't care! I want to be pretty!- shouted Voldemort in one of his usual tantrums, in which red hot flames appeared behind him and he looked bigger and more terrifing. Severus got exalted, but not surprised, the dark lord's personality was like a kid's!

Severus just sighed, heading towards his potions table, and defeated, he said:

- Alright, sir. I'll do my best. Although it's quite impossible...-, the last sentence quieter than the rest of the phrase.

Voldemort was happy and had already finished with his tantrum! So he just let out a sonorous "yay!", before watching his servant work.

SEVERAL POTIONS LATER... AND SOME CHANGES OF LOOK...

He was elegantly walking down the Malfoy Manor's stairs, which lead to a room where the Malfoy family and some death eaters gathered together.

When he got into the room some exclamations, and even some squeals, were let out. He proudly smirked and puffed out his chest with pride. Then, he made his cutest pose and said with a sweet voice:

- Am I pretty now?-.

The room just stayed silent, until a "yessir" from Severus, a squeal from Bellatrix, and a gasp from the Malfoy men were heard.

He went with Harry Potter to show him his now beautifly combed hair, and soft as silk, and his perfect rounded, but sharply nose. When the boy saw him, he let out a surprised gasp and said to the man in front of him, charmed:

- Oh, you're so pretty I couldn't win against you!-.

Voldemort just laughed and let out a final spell:

- Avada kedabra.

He had finally win...

- That's impossible, sir...- said the potionist interrupting Voldy's daydreaming, with a voice similar to the one of a mother trying to explain his kid that Santa Claus doesn't exist.

- Shut up!-, said the dark lord resuming his fantasy, in which he finally was the most powerful wizard of them all.