What would be weirder, though, is imagining He Who Must Not Be Named walking through his front door, kicking off his shoes and sitting down to a nice cup of tea and Desperate Housewives after a long day of lighthearted destruction.
You must have the balls to say my name.
I think I realised that sometime while reading the books
It was really odd
Though I don't think Bellatrix minded adopting him...
He doesn't need a home if he's dead