My Handsome Heir - Voldy

Pretty Privilege Revoked

I got so many requests for a sequel, so here's another absolutely perfect and amazing chapter <333 also that picture makes me cream my pants

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Tom stood and watched as the light from Bellatrix's eyes quickly disappeared. Her motionless orbs were glistening at her last attempt to show any humanity at all, the shine making them appear as glass.

Content with his actions, Tom smirked and gave a last glace at the still body before turning his back. He twirled his wand between his fingers while plotting his next move.

Certainly, now that my attractiveness has returned, I will now be able to convince younger witches and wizards to join my fight for supremecy. He thought to himself.

Tom decided it would be best to travel to a populated area, since there would be more people to spread his (pretty much racist) message to there.

As he arrived, he spotted many young witches and wizards, who he felt he could attract. Remembering the affect he had on people back in his Hogwarts days, Tom was confident he could rope as many people into his scam as possible.

Climbing his hot ass up on top of the statue in the middle of the room, Tom began to attract eyes to his actions.

"What the bloody hell is that man doing?"

"He can't be a day over 19!!!"

"Wow, he's really attractive."

Those were all things Tom heard by passers-by.

If only they knew the horrible things he'd done. He began to think.

He'd not only murdered countless people, held quite controversial views, and was out for Harry Potter's blood, but most importantly he was a 70 year old man who'd just had his first kiss.

He was a wolf in the clothing of a Greek god. A REALLY ATTRACTIVE Greek god.

The boy began to pitch his opinion to the crowd, leaving out the part about murder, and who he truly was. It was quite gruesome, him also using the "mudblood" slur multiple times, but he eventually finished.

When he looked down into the crowd, there were no longer any people walking by. Everyone there had stopped to listen to this man.

The clapping was a group decision. It was a standing ovation, even though technically no one had a place to be seated.

Tom instantly knew his plan had worked. People were cheering for him, especially a large group of teenage girls who were desperately fanning themselves and calling him daddy, whatever that meant.

Tom smiled to himself, a real, genuine smile. But, just as had it earlier in the day when he had kissed Bellatrix, his stomach began to tingle and he felt nauseous. The smoke around him reappeared, and he levitated in the air.

Another one minute and forty-three seconds later, the smoke cleared out and his feet touched the ground once again.

Immediately, gasps were heard from multiple members of his audience. Tom gazed at his feet and was regretful of what he saw.

Returned were his crusty, dusty, crooked, smelly, blue as the sky, not even a podiatrist would touch them, absolutely and utterly putrid toenails.

He could do nothing but shake his head.

The young adults in the crowd were hysterical. Yelling profanities and slurs at him. He was easily recognized as his persona, Lord Voldemort.

Rolling his eyes, he brought out his wand once more and puffed away into a cloud of black smoke, disapparating back to Malfoy manor, where he was certainly unwanted, but where no one could tell him no

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Guys thank you so much, sorry this chapter wasn't as good or dramatic, but I did write it post-anxiety attack, and I also had severely terrible period cramps, while at a rec softball game.🤩🤩🤩