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''Hem hem'' those were the words that made Voldemort fall in love. He had watched her, all year, through Potter's eyes. Her movements, her voice, her punishments, her face, all so malicious, all so perfect. Not even he, Darkest Lord of all time, would have been able to come up with some of her ideas. The blood quill, all those rules, the elitism. This feeling, in his chest, in his stomach, it was the best thing he ever felt. Better than killing his enemies, even better than killing his allies. He felt like his soul was whole again. Voldy understodd that it actually was. Him falling in love destroyed the horcruxes, the pieces returned to him, he wasn't immortal anymore, but he now knew love. That was why, instead of getting the prophesy, he proposed.
''Will you be my Dark Lady?''
Dolores was flabbergasted. Potter was saying the truth? You-Know-Who was actually back? Wait a second, what... was happening? Why was he on his knee, holding a serpentine ring? ''W-what?''.
''You look like a toad, I look like a snake, you are evil and so am I, will you be my wife?''.
He was proposing! He... he loved her... someone actually loved her. It... it was all she ever wished for
''Yes!'' she accepted.
The students were confused. The dark lord appeared, he proposed, and took away Umbridge. Someone was scared, someone was crying because true love still existed in this world, Harry was simply happy that his crush for the toad was not actually his.
Voldemort invited all his death eaters at his wedding. There was a bang, then an hole in his chest, finally he was dead. Dolores Umbridge was devasted, Severus Snape was angry that someone stole his idea, Lucius Malfoy was grinning from ear to ear. He discovered that the dark lord could die. He imagined all the profit his family would gain by being the heroes of the wizarding world.
Apparently the power 'the dark lord knows not' were muggle weapons. Once Harry was angry, Malfoy had insulted the Weasley. ''Sometimes I would like to shoot you in your head''. Draco reported it to his father. Lucius then reasearched about it and he became quite good with guns. Avada Kedavra was fast, but a bullet was faster.
And so, this was the story of how Voldemort fell in love, of how Harry killed him indirectly by accident, of how the Malfoy family understood that muggles were actually pretty cool