"MALFOY!" shouted Voldemort from his bedroom. Lucius appeared by the bed with a loud crack.
"Yes, My Lord?"
"I have a request."
"Anything, My Lord."
"Now that Draco has moved out and his bedroom has finally been emptied, I require the bedroom."
"Um, sure," said Lucius. "My Lord," he added.
"The Potter boy- well, man- knows. He saw me. He may even know about my Horcrux. I need both of my bedrooms to be extremely safe, so put more enchantments on them. I only ask for two bedrooms so I have more freedom, especially when guests are over. I can't come out of my rooms. I must not leave the manor at all, ever."
"Yes, My Lord," said Lucius. "How does he know about you?"
"Well, I was having a bit of... never mind. There is no need for you to know." Tom didn't want Lucius to know about his Apparition fun. Dark Lords weren't supposed to have fun.
Lucius crept away, saying, "The room is yours, My Lord."
So Voldemort walked into Draco's old bedroom, not surprised that it was completely empty. He would need to make it seem more like home, since he would be in it for many years. What felt like home? What was home, anyway? He had never truly had a home. His first thought was to put a couch in the corner. That seemed right. But then he thought of something better. A beanbag chair! He loved beanbag chairs. They were so comfortable. The way the beans moved to fit around his body just made it his favorite kind of chair in the whole world.
What if the Malfoys saw? That would be embarrassing. "I FORBID ANYONE TO ENTER MY BEDROOMS!" he shouted. Then, "Accio beanbag chair!" A random beanbag chair came flying in through the window from who-knew-where. He placed it in the corner. Now for a bed. "Accio bunk bed!" he cried, and a bunk bed came soaring through the window, breaking it even more. He moved it up against the wall, but it looked too childish. So he Accio'd some scary-looking black fabric and draped it over the bunk bed. Now it seemed more fit for a Dark Lord.
Hmm... what else? He needed some kind of entertainment. Sure, he could set things on fire, or torture spiders. But that would get boring after a few years. What was one thing he had enjoyed as a child? Puzzles! In the orphanage, all the children were forced to do those Muggle puzzles. Apparently it was mind-stimulating. Voldemort had never told anyone that he actually enjoyed those. He Summoned some difficult Muggle puzzles and put them on the floor. However, they were stupid puzzles. So Voldemort easily bewitched them to have scarier pictures (like Inferni and dead puppies). He would save those for later, when he was done decorating.
Some pictures on the wall might be nice. He couldn't decide what to put pictures of, though. His family? No, he hated his family. His horse, Jeanie! He had taken enough pictures of her to cover all the walls. And they were wizard pictures, so they moved! It would almost be as if Jeanie were alive again. Voldemort Summoned some from his Death Eaters' houses (he had required each of them to have at least one) and stuck them on the walls with a Permanent Sticking Charm.
There was still one thing that seemed to be missing from the new bedroom. A hot tub! Dark Lords occasionally needed some relaxation time. "Accio hot tub!" he cried and one zoomed through the window and landed at his side. He installed it into the floor with an Installation Spell of his own making. "Aguamenti!" he said, and a jet of water burst out of his wand and into the tub. He held it there until the water was high enough, and then he did a Warming Spell to heat up the water quickly. Then, with his clothes still on, he lowered himself into the hot tub and closed his eyes for a nice, long rest.