For those of you who requested it, a love scene, kind of. I'm really bad at writing stuff like this, so don't fault me.
It was a cool, dark night and Voldemort was preparing to entertain a lady friend at his house. Everything was perfect: candles lit, Barry White playing in the background, toupee in place. Now the only thing left was the performance enhancing charm. You see, Voldemort, in his very old age, was no longer as adept at doing certain "things" as he used too.
"Phallux maximo," he whispered as he pointed his wand at his... uh... other wand, so to speak.
Voldemort suddenly felt like he was on top of the world. There was a knock at the door.
"Ah, my dear Bellatrix! Do come in a have a seat," Voldemort cooed.
"Let's skip the formalities, my Lord. I'm feeling quite horny tonight."
"But, Lucius..." Voldemort didn't manage to get any more out.
Bellatrix pounced on top of the Dark Lord and started to rip him to shreds. She was getting undressed herself when she spotted the candles next to the bed.
"Let's mix a little pleasure and pain," she said seductively.
Bellatrix grabbed the candle in her graceful hand and began pouring the hot wax on Voldemort's bare chest.
Just then there was a very loud knock at the door that distracted Bellatrix so much that she dropped the lit candle on Voldemort's shiny new toupee and went to answer the door. Flames erupted and rapidly spread all over Voldemort's body. He died a slow firey death.
The End.
Ok, so first update in a long time. Please review and give me any ideas that you have. I may do requests, may not. Depends on if I'm inspired. So, inspire me!