Voldemort smiled as he looked over his collection. He had a wonderful collection. He had every size, and colour there could ever be.
He sighed as he ran his hand over one. Not many people knew that he had this obsession with these things. Anyone who did find out was quickly killed.
He chuckled as he remembered how far he went to getting as many as he could. Raiding villages, torturing people, looking in well hidden shops, killing people it was all worth it in the end.
He picked up his favourite one and hugged it to his chest as he climbed in to bed. One good thing about this obsession of his was that if anyone did tell anyone what it was no one would believe him.
Besides, who would think a Dark Lord would collect stuffed bunny rabbits?