The past week had been spent in careful planning and mostly away from the Manor so that Lily Luna would come to trust Bellatrix. He sure as hell didn't want to deal with a teenager more than was absolutely necessary. He hated teenagers.
But, like all good hexes, this was one needed to be reinforced, and he wasn't about to have all of his hard work wasted because of his mistake. Not that he ever made mistakes. He was Lord Voldemort.
Drinking the polyjuice, he felt his body shrink a few inches and his hair grow longer. It wasn't a Muggle's body, but it wasn't his. And yet Bellatrix had insinuated his body wasn't his. Was she right? She was right that he - of all creatures - deserved not to look like a human. He was more than human. He was more than any living thing. He had to be. Because one day soon he would rule it all.
He knocked on the door (after casting the appropriate spells to ensure no one -- not Bellatrix, not Fane -- could spy on them). "Lily dear, it's Connor, may I come in?" Merlin's beard, he hated teenagers.