Before I get this chapter started I would like to say that I disclaim all the characters in this story, because they are not mine but I love to pick on them. So...Here is the more of the story. BtW, I do not know if this will be the last chapter or not, because lately I have been doing really short stories.
In the bathroom changing clothes. Voldemort's POV. His thoughts.
So yea. Harry freaking Potter, also known as The-Boy-Who-Lived, defeated me but at least I managed to escape after he stole my wand. Then I had no where to go; so I demanded that Bellatrix let me live with her for a little while. It has been a couple years since I've been out of the house, especially considering that everyone thinks I'm dead.
I remember the moment I relised that I had turned gay, yep. I was staring at Harry the moment before he fired the Expelliarmus spell. I started thinking, 'hey, he looks good'. Then I started looking at the way his eyes were green and they matched his hair perfectly. My eyes traveled to looking at his lips, those beautiful, pink, plump lips-.
"Hey! My lord! Hurry up in there, we are gonna be late!" Bellatrix says pounding on the door. "Don't make me Alohomora the door!"
"I'm coming..and watch what you say girl! I am your lord and deserve better respect, you hear!" I say starting to sound like myself again.
"Is that Voldemort or Tom Riddle saying that? Because I'd much rather Voldemort be alive again." Bellatrix says, obviously rubbing into the fact that I probably will not do anything to her.
"I don't know! But go away, I'll be out in a minute." I say annoyed.
"Yes, my lord." She says, I can almost see the ironic smile on her face.
I look in the mirror and take the polly juice potion. I look like I used to be but a little bit cuter. This will do for now.