The day came. My little son Tom was born. The doctors didn't look all that happy. They gave me the baby, all wrapped in white blankets. I smiled. The love potion was the best option ever, because now I have a lovely son.
I unwrapped the blankets around him, to see my newborn son. I slowly pulled of the blankets, careful enough to not wake him from his needed sleep. I pushed the last blanket away, and that was the moment I screamed. My son was a monster.
(Toms pov)
Hate. The only thing that flow through my body. Going through my veins. No love was possible. I kind of realized it was sad. I pushed the feeling away. My mom screamed at me. "GO CLEAN THE HOUSE SWINE!" My mother hated me since I was born, because of my face. I looked like a human snake, a monster, extraterrestrial. Always when I went outside people shivered and looked the other way, holded their hands in front of their childs eyes and started cussing at me. No happy live so. I didn't care. "GO CLEAN!" my mom screamed again. I didn't want this anymore. I grabbed my pocket knife. I stabbed her in the middle of the heart, fell down, and screamed. I hated her, I hated everyone. I had a new life goal. Chaos.
(Bellatrixs pov)
The scream of someone galmed in my head. Afwul, cold. I screamed for Sirius. "SIRIUUUS!" He ran to me. "What's wrong, Bellatrix?!" his face was filled with care. "I had a nightmare, someone was murdered..." I sighed. Sirius hugged me tight. "Sssshh it's okay.." and I fell asleep again.
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The dude without a nose
General FictionAbout what would happen if Voldemort was already born so ugly. Voldemort doesn't know any form of love which made him born ugly. His heart was so black his face was also (well not really, but I mean dark).
