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Voldemort, if he is capable of loving anything, absolutely loves this island.
Granted, there is a significantly high number of idiot Muggles and idiot Mudbloods and idiots in general. But here, he can be whomever he wants. The charismatic, eccentric poet, who will woo everyone over to his side.
And then? Then he will win. He will control the island, just as he should rightly control the wizarding world.
Today, he strolls down the beach, hands in his pockets, looking every inch the debonair poet and not at all like the sociopath he actually is.