Alright, so chapter two of the revised version. I've added a few more twists that will hopefully make your read a bit more enjoyable. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Chapter 2

Digging the Hideout

"Oops! I did it ag- OWW!!" Peter exclaimed just as a wrongly, but oh-so -correctly aimed shovel sliced right through his right leg just above the knee.

"Get back to work, Peter! You can sew your leg back on when you've finished!" growled Voldemort who was supervising the Death Eaters as they labored away.

Peter was squealing in pain and clutching his half-severed leg.

"Whoops! Sorry about that Peter," said Snape in a clearly sarcastic voice that no one picked up.

The Death Eaters had been shovelling dirt from under Hagrid's cabin for nearly three hours. Instead of doing it the easy way and using magic, Voldemort opted for them to do it the hard way because he wanted to see Lucius shirtless. It had taken two and a half hours to get Lucius shirtless and because of this Voldemort had to keep distracting them in order to refill the hole a bit. Now, however, Voldemort was grinning from ear to ear as he watched Lucius' muscular body bring water in glasses with little umbrellas to everyone else.

"Gee, look everybody!" said Lucius grinning from ear to ear. "It's Nearly Leg-less Peter."

Snape smacked Lucius over the head with his shovel who then preceded to fall over and drop the tray full of icey drinks he was carrying. The water cascaded over Lucius' body and Voldemort began to drool.

"Come here Lucius, my dear," the Dark Lord cooed sweetly. Lucius did as he was told and Voldemort loomed over him examining his body.

"Oh dread!" exclaimed Voldemort as he clapped his hands to his face. "It seems you are beginning to burn. Come with me over to the bushes and let me lube you up....cough I mean rub this SPF on you."

Lucius skipped off with Voldemort into the bushes.

An hour passed and Lucius was still being lubed up...cough I mean being SPFed by the Dark Lord. The hole was halfway dug for the third time when they heard a certain half-giant trudging toward the back of his cabin. All of the Death Eaters ran towards the bushes that were emitting strange sounds and a startled scream was heard. Snape, however, had tripped over part of Peter's leg completely severing it and now laid face down in the dirt.

"Say, whatcha up ter, Professer?" said Hagrid in his unmistakable half- giant tongue.

"I- uh...well, I was... um," stammered Snape. It was the first time Snape didn't have something smart and cunning, yet disturbingly sexy to say. "I was looking for potion ingredients," he finally stammered out with much deliberation.

"Under my hut?" asked Hagrid suspiciously, eyeing Snape closely.

Hagrid had been suspicious of Snape ever since that time Voldemort had dared Snape to steal a pair of Hagrid's half-giant, pole-cat skin underpants and wear them on his head. Hagrid had, of course, caught him between the act of stealing and putting them on his head, and when asked what he was doing Snape replied, "Um, wh-...Looking for potion ingredients..." Luckily, Hagrid was stupid enough to buy the pathetic lie, but the Death Eater's would never let him live it down.

The Death Eaters in the surrounding bushes giggled at the memory. Wormtail let out a snort.

"Um, yea. It's the only place I can find....Leg of Wormtail. Yeah, that's it," Snape recovered feebily.

"Oh, I see," said Hagrid looking around at all of the shovels. "Need any help?"

Thoroughly suprised by this offer Snape handed Hagrid his shovel. Hagrid refused it and instead went down into the half-dug whole on all fours. Seconds passed while Hagrid dug with his hands, throwing dirt between his legs and then he emerged from the hole that had been dug directly under his cabin. "I think this might be Leg of Wormtail,"Hagrid said holding up Wormtail's severed leg,"butcha can check fer yerself."

"Um, Hagrid?" Snape asked while looking innocently at his feet. "Could you not tell the Headmaster about this?"

Hagrid blushed,"O'course not. You're my bes' friend. Even after tha' pole-cat underwear incident." Hagrid smiled sweetly at Snape who looked thoroughly disgusted.

Snape tossed a doggy treat into the air and Hagrid caught it with his mouth. Hagrid chewed hungrily for a moment then retired to his cabin.

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