Chapter 3: Finally headmaster
Minerva looked up in surprise when she saw Dumbledore falling out of the fireplace.
"Albus?" she asked in surprise. Voldemort was glad to hear those words. That old woman really thought he was Dumbledore.
"Hello, Minerva. I have returned, like you see." Voldemort said in reply. He continued: "And if you don't mind I'll be off to my office."
Voldemort wanted to leave the room, but realized that he didn't actually know what Dumbledore's password was. He turned back to McGonagall.
"Is something the matter, Albus?" McGonagall asked.
"Did you go in my office when I was away?" Voldemort asked.
"Just a few times, to see if everything was alright." said McGonagall.
"You didn't change the password, did you?" Voldemort asked.
"No. Absolutly not. It's still "Butterbeer with cookies", the password you chose." said McGonagall.
"Thank you, Minerva. That is all I needed to know." said Voldemort and then he walked out of McGonagall's office.
He had just left the room, or McGonagall called out for him again. "Albus!" she said. Voldemort turned around. "What is it?" he asked, slightly annoyed.
"I'm glad you're back, Albus. The castle feels a lot safer when you're here." said McGonagall in reply.
"I'm also glad to be back. It's been a while." said Voldemort.
"You've only been away for four days, Albus." said McGonagall.
"It looks so much longer when you're away from a place you like." said Voldemort in reply, trying to avoid the word "love" since he doesn't like that word.
After these words he walked away and made his way to the third floor, where a giant gargoyle protected the door.
"Butterbeer with cookies." said Voldemort quickly and the gargoyle, who hadn't even said "Password, please." yet, moved aside and revealed a long spiral staircase. Voldemort climbed up and opened the door and walked into the headmaster's office. Some of the paintings had woken up, surprised by the rushed entrance.
"Albus, what's with the with the rushing?" asked the painting of Armando Dippet.
"It's none of your business, Armando." said Voldemort to the painting. He walked past Dumbledore's desk and sat down in the chair. He sat down and moved his hands over the side of the chair. It was his' now. Finally.
When Nagini arrived in the office of the Daily Prophet she ran up to Barnabas Cuffe, the current editor of the Prophet.
"Barnabasss, I have great newsss!" she said in excitement.
"You always have great news, Rita. The problem is that is not always true." commented Barnabas, not pay attention to the different eye-color and snake like way of speech that Rita was using.
"Not thisss time, Barnabasss. Thisss time it'sss true." said Nagini.
"Then what is this big news of yours?" asked Barnabas.
"He'sss dead, Barnabasss. Gone. Forever!" said Nagini.
"Who is dead?" said Barnabas in confusion.
"Voldemort." whispered Nagini, bringing a little shiver in Barnabas' bones. Nagini was aware of the fact that many people feared her master's name and she loved it when they shivered in fear when that name was spoken.
"Rita, would you please not say that name again. I don't like it when people do that." said Barnabas.
"But, Barnabasss, he'sss dead. We don't need to be afraid of him of him anymore." said Nagini.
"Dead or not dead, that name gives me the creeps." said Barnabas. "But tell me, is this really true?"
"Absssolutly. Asssk Dumbledore. He hasss ssseen the body." said Nagini.
"I'll speak to him once I have time. Drop the article by the other articles that have to be published and then it'll end up where it needs to be." said Barnabas and he walked away, back to his office.
Nagini watched him leave and whispered to herself: "I'll drop off the article, onccce I've written it."
Voldemort was still enjoying his chair when another idea popped up in his head.
"That old McGonagall was so kind to me, I should reward her with something. And I exactly know what." Voldemort said to himself.
A smile formed around his face and he looked at the old clock above the door. Over a few minutes, it would be dinner. Excellent. He was very hungry…and he had something to say to all the students.
Voldemort stood up from the chair and left the Headmaster's office. He decided to take the long way to the Great Hall, so he could have more fun exploring the school. HIS school.
Wormtail walked into the empty living room of the Riddle House. Voldemort's clothes were lying on the table. Various Death-Eaters had helped Wormtail by finding Dumbledore and killing him. But none of them – apart from Wormtail – knew of Voldemort's exact plans and Wormtail realized that he could use this as an advantage.
A month ago, he had joined Voldemort at a dinner in Malfoy Manor. There, he had secretly overheard that Bellatrix had a crush on Voldemort. She had said it to her sister, Narcissa. Yes, Wormtail remember the conversation very well.
"Do you think he knows that I'm in love with him?" Bellatrix asked her sister.
"I don't if he knows it, Bella. And if he does, I hope he loves you back. But I have my doubts." said Narcissa.
"Doubts? How so?" asked Bellatrix.
"Well, rumors say that the Dark Lord doesn't know love." said Narcissa.
"Those are just rumors, Cissy. The Dark Lord loves me. I'm telling you that." said Bellatrix.
Narcissa looked at her sister. "You would do everything for him to get his love, wouldn't you?" she said.
"Indeed. I would." said Bellatrix.
Those last words were the ones that had kept coming back to Wormtail. Bellatrix would do everything for the Dark Lord. Everything. Yes, Wormtail could use this to his advantage. The Dark Lord's recent plan had brought a naughty idea into his mind, but if Voldemort never found out about it, then there was nothing to worry about.
Wormtail took out the bottle from the special Polyjuice Potion. He could use this for his plan, but he didn't want to be the Dark Lord forever. No, just the normal bit of Polyjuice Potion would be alright. He knew Voldemort had hidden some if in that same trunk. So, that wasn't a problem. All he needed was a bit of Voldemort himself. Luckily, the ground was shattered with toe nails that Voldemort had cut off from his feet. Wormtail picked up a few and then went to the trunk. He took out a bottle containing some normal Polyjuice Potion and placed it on the table. He would use that later, first he had to change clothes.
After a great meal, Voldemort stood up from his chair and said to all the students: "May I have your attention, please. I'm very glad to be your headmaster and I hope to be for many more years to come."
The whole Great Hall started clapping and cheering. Voldemort enjoyed it. He knew he could be headmaster forever, because nobody knew about his Horcruxes. And those who did know were dead. No, nobody could stop his plan. Not even Harry, because that was another beautiful thing of this new Polyjuice Potion, as soon as you changed your appearance, any possible connections with somebody else's mind were broken. Harry knew nothing and Voldemort wanted to keep it that way.