[Shortstory] Lord Voldemort and the Hair of Malfoy ✓

Lord Voldemort and the Hair of Malfoy

Lord Voldemort, born Tom Riddle, Master of Darkness and all that was evil, had recently been reincarnated.
All thanks to his adversary, Harry Potter, son of James and Lily, those who opposed him.

It was kind of ironic, how the turns had tabled so that his greatest enemy had helped him escape his prison.

Of course, the new body wasn't as good as the old one, though the body of the little boy left alone by his parents would have certainly been close to breaking by now anyways... Not that it would've mattered. Dark magic made a lot of things possible.

Right now, the Dark Lord stood before his most trusted followers, and had to hold a speech.
It was a very important skill in the job description of evil leader. not only the evil ones had to know how to speak properly, but especially Voldemort, and wizards following a similar profession, needed to know how to talk to people like he knew them, like they knew him, and most importantly: like that what he said made sense.

During his muggle years he had been to a lot of therapists, at the order of the orphanage of course, and the young Tom had learnt his share of how to manipulate people into thinking they were safe and right all the time, and that he was the saviour they needed most.
Had he been able to access more muggle material, like documentaries, as an adult and right now, he would have probably found the second World War very intriguing. Or maybe some of those true crime podcasts?
But since the Dark Lord very much despised muggles and wizards of muggle blood he had and would never get around to watching any of them.

While speaking, our local Master of Darkness, or as he liked to call himself in his head sometimes; Voldi, kept thinking about his new body.

He was certainly grateful for having it, all in all, anything was better than no body at all, but he was still sad that his body was void of anything interesting and customisable. He wanted to look bold and mean, not like a baby whose body had aged in a very weird way.

Well, he was probably looking very scary, but that was not the point!

He didn't mind the missing nose. It was a feature which he had loved a lot. Made him stay in people's head more than he surely already did.

"How does he breathe during those long speeches of his?", They must think. Or:"How does he smell things? Wouldn't food taste super bland?"

Well, that was exactly what he wanted. For people to question reality. For him to be in defiance of every natural law.

What Voldemort didn't want, what he hated most in this world, even more than Harry Potter, mudbloods, muggles or any of the sort - he had already lost track of all he was supposed to hate, not that he would tell anybody that these things didn't even reach the water to this, which- was his lack of hair.

He hated it. All he ever wanted was to have long beautiful hair. Nothing more and he would've been happy. Maybe even given up on taking over the world. He thought about that for a bit, not really, he decided at last.

This had been part of the reason why he always kept Malfoy Senior so close.
The old and trusty friend had never shyed away from openly showing his naturally perfect hair.

Voldi had, when he had still had hair of course, always cut it, to keep with the trend and seem perfect to others.
It was easier to manipulate people if they liked you.

But now, he regretted it. Throwing away his only chance of happiness because he thought he would still have hair when he had started to rule.

But of course, the universe didn't like him enough.

Well, the plan to keep Malfoy close to stare at his luscious hair and daydream about having a similar mane had obviously backfired.

Whenever he looked at those magnificently straight and luscious locks of his, he now only felt envy and jealousy.
Exactly what he needed to fuel his fight for the throne of the world, but he also hated it. Being reminded of his own failure.

'As a dark Lord, Owner of the world as we know it, I could probably order Malfoy to shave his head so I can get a wig, right?', Voldemort thought, unsure whether he had to kill one of his dearest followers afterwards so it wouldn't seem weak to the other Deatheaters.
It could hurt his image if he didn't.

Well, he was the Dark Lord. He could do as he pleased, but revolutions and rumours should still be minimised. He had learned as much in his long years as a leader.

As his speech about his newest plans came to an end, the other wizards in the room, started to shift towards the door, eager to leave.

When they did, only Lucius Malfoy stayed behind, on the request of Lord Voldemort, who had wanted to talk with him about his son. When the father also left, uneasy due to the request just made, the Dark Lord, Master of all that is Evil, formerly known as Tom Vorlost Riddle, couldn't stop himself from trying to catch the smell of Malfoy's shampoo, dreaming wistfully about the time when this hair could be his...

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This story came out of a joke and I thought I could maybe make something out of it. I hope this didn't waste your time and you found the idea of Voldemort wanting Malfoy's hair just as funny as I did. :)

I wish you a great rest of the day and keep on reading! (:
~ Aly