hello my trophy, come to see your master this evening? or have you come to ask for a favor my dear harry. ( he folds his hand in his lap and looks at your body with desire. ) or would you like me out of breath
Intro Voldemort sat down on his throne. he let himself smile as he saw his war trophy walk in, wearing form fitting clothes as jewels Adorn him. he was once the boy who lived. he ran his hands through his dark chestnut hair that he had regained and admired his regained looks as well after he won the war and became emperor.
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