A/N: okay, the next chapters aren't as funny as the first one, or so I think. I sort of made everything sound really lame to make up for it… You know, like 'Snape snapped' and things like that. I still hope you enjoy it, and give me great reviews! Please? Anyway, enjoy!

"That was a great party. Do you reckon we should have another one soon?" Voldemort asked Snape in his evil lair… Location unknown.

"You bet. But next time, share the pizza!" Snape replied grumpily.

"Why?" Voldemort whined. "I'm an evil lord, I'm not supposed to share."

"Well, I got hungry!" Snape snapped. "Did you expect me to whip up something to eat on the spot? I'm a terrible cook."

"But you're great at soups! What about the pumpkin soup that I ate from your pantry? It was like, totally delish," Voldemort protested, drooling slightly at the memory.

"My pantry? I don't have one. That could so not be my pantry. Oh… Lord, that was my potions cabinet," Snape groaned. "What did you have?"

Voldemort sighed. "It was sooo delicious... Wait… WHAT did you say?" He yelled, only just taking in what Snape had said.

"My potions cabinet. You must have eaten the… oh geez, I don't even want to think about it," Snape said, shuddering.

Voldemort got the message, and shuddered. "Oh great! How long does it take to kick in?"

"The effects are visible by the next 2 days," Snape informed him in a formal voice.

Voldemort pondered this for a moment before answering. "I had it this morning, so it gives me time to go into hiding. Let's think up some reason why the Dark Lord disappeared, though… Oh, I know, just find some little kid and pretend that I tried to kill it, but it survived while my spell backfired, and say it's the Boy Who Lived or something. It boosts the morale of the country's citizens, so they'll have further to fall when I finally make a comeback and rule the world."

"Anything in particular?" Snape asked, getting out a notebook to record his master's wishes.

"Uh, make it a one year old boy, so that I don't have a group of empowered women coming after me," Voldemort said, and shuddered. "And try to make it the baby of someone I don't like, to make it more believable."

"Just let me check," Snape said, and turned around to the computer in the corner of the room and searched internet for possible child. "Two choices: Neville Longbottom or Harry Potter. What do you think?"

Voldemort got up and looked over Snape's shoulder at the computer screen. "Have Bellatrix mentally scar the Longbottom kid," Voldemort said, sniggering. "Funny name. And I'll go physically scar Harold."

"Harry Potter, you mean," Snape corrected. Voldemort pointedly ignored him.

Voldemort suddenly started jumping up and down. "Ooh, I got a great idea; let's make up some lame old prophecy to spice things up!"

"And I thought you had finally cracked it," Snape said. "Well, I have a set of blank memories lying around some where; we can use some on Albus Dumbledore."

Voldemort cackled and rubbed his hands. "My plan is all coming together now… I know; we should plant a false memory in Albus Dumbledore's head! Muahahaha!"

"Hey, that was my idea!" Snape protested. "Find your own!"

"Let's choose a holiday destination, shall we? I was thinking of Fiji," Voldemort said loudly.

"Too obvious. France or Egypt would be better," Snape pointed out.

"Nah, Egypt is crawling in wizards. France would be better," Voldemort said.

"Hey wait, Nagini, what would you think of going to Brazil?" Snape asked, looking into a basket beside the door.

Nagini raised her head, her green eyes staring unnervingly at Snape. "Hissaasa sneks swassalisi hskasen," yesss, I'd love it! Just think of all thossse hunky pythonsss….

"So, what did she say? All I got was a bunch of hisses," Snape asked Voldemort.

"Then it's decided! Brazil it is!" Voldemort cried gleefully.

A/N: There's the second chapter for you. Hope it's good! If yes, review, and tell me how good it was. If you didn't like it, review anyway! Please.