"You know what?", said Voldemort.
"What, my lord?", asked Snape.
"I'm sick of all these dead people", Voldemort said. "So, I'm just gonna stop kill everyone and start a career."
"A career?" Snape asked, pretending to be interested. He knew this was just some new crazy idea. Last week The Dark Lord told Snape that he was going to start a brand new career called Justin Bieber-stalking. The job would be quite simple, just follow Justin Bieber everywhere and steal his underwear three times a week.
"I've always wanted to be an actor", said Voldemort. "You know, like Johnny Depp."
Snape looked like someone hit him in the head with a piano. Snape didn't like Johnny Depp.
"Agree with me or I'll avada you", said Voldemort.
"It's a great idea, my lord", said Snape and put on a fake smile. Voldemort seemed pleased with Severus' answer.
There was silence. Then Voldemort realized exactly what to do!
"We are going to make a movie!", said Voldemort with a big smile. "A movie about my life! Doesn't that sound great, Severus?"
Snape pointed his wand at himself and yelled: "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Then he fell, his head hit the floor, and he died.
"Oh, well", Voldemort said. "At least now Nagini has something to eat for dinner."
"I don't think so!", a voice yelled. Voldemort turned around, and then he died, because Chuck Norris killed him. Trelawney was wrong, Harry wasn't The Chosen One, he just wasn't awesome enough. The end.