Voldemort The School Girl- Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not Own Harry Potter
Voldemort sat in a chair in Riddle Manor, ideas whirling around in his brain.
"I need something to discourage those pesky Death Eaters from betraying me. That's… how many this week? Let's see, Avery, Nott, oh, and then there was Goyle, but he died before he could really betray me. If only Lucius hadn't run off to create his own dark order… oh well, I suppose it was inevitable. Anyway, he's a weakling, so it doesn't matter. What I need is someone who will never betray me, someone bound to my every whim. I know I have Wormtail, but he's so unreliable. I've got it! Evil robots programmed to… no no no. Too Sci-Fi. People will just laugh. But what if-"
Suddenly, a smile broke out on Voldemort's face. He rubbed his hands together and cackled.
The next day, Voldemort swept back into the same room he had sat in the day before. In his left hand was a piece of parchment that read "self-cloning" at the top in big, loopy letters. Voldemort cackled and thought about his wonderful plan
'If I just make an army of me, I'll never have to worry about my Death Eaters turning on me. In fact, I won't need Death Eaters at all!"
He pulled out his long wand and turned it on himself. He opened his mouth and began to chant
"Frog legs and lizard tail,
Skin of shark and tongue of snail.
I call upon the powers of fear,
To help me- Oh, Forget it! This'll take an hour!"
Voldemort looked down the parchment until he found it: The actual spell. Smiling, he shouted the words written there
"Separatus Personas!"
A flash filled the room. Voldemort stared as the light slowly gathered in front of him, until it was a pinpoint that glared into his eyes with the fire of the sun. Voldemort shut his eyes to block it out, and found himself drifting off.
'Sleep? I don't need sleep… I haven't slept in…'
Soon, Voldemort was snoring in front of the fireplace, sprawled out on the floor. It was quite an unbecoming sight for the dark lord. However, no one bothered him, and he slept on, blissfully unaware of the changes that were overtaking him.
(A/N: Cliff hanger? No, not yet….)
Voldemort awoke, groggily, out in the road. Beside him sat a young boy who was rolling around with laughter in the dirt, pointing at the evil dark overlord. Voldemort gasped. He pulled out his wand.
"Oh, no!" He exclaimed. "You're all dirty!" He wrinkled his nose. "Hold on, I can fix this! Scourgify!" The little boy stopped and blinked as all the dirt slid off him, his messy hair lay flat on its own, and his dirty t-shirt and shorts were transformed into his Sunday best. The boy jumped about a foot in the air, and ran away screaming "MOMMMMMMYYYYYY!"
Voldemort dusted off his thin, white hands and started back towards the mansion.
(Okay, now I'm done)
A/N: how did you like? Good? Bad? Somewhere in between? Let me know! I'm uploading another chapter at the same time, so, it won't be a long wait, if there's a wait at all. This is a good story to teach about why you should always do EVERYTHING in a spell. The next chapter gets worse, believe me.