Harry stopped, took a good long look at what he thought he saw, just to be sure it was real. Turns out it was. "…I don't want to know, I don't want to know, I don't want to know, but I've got to ask or there'll be no plot…" with a sigh he walked up to the odd crop of cabbage that was growing from the nonexistent ground. "…Tom, what's with the cabbage?" Voldemort looked up and narrowed his deep red eyes. "Always Tom these days! I think we had a conversation on this in chapter 6!" Harry shuddered. "…I had blocked that out… darn you…" Voldemort shrugged and returned to what he was doing. "What did you want?" Harry pulled up a cabbage. "What's with the cabbage?" Voldemort laughed darkly. "Oh, you wouldn't understand Potter! It's part of my greatest plan for world conquest yet!"

Harry blinked, waiting. "…Okay, and how does that work out?" Voldemort stopped laughing. "Potter, we need to get you out of here. You're turning into an idiot… I was joking." Harry shook his head, "you shouldn't joke, it's not like you." Voldemort scoffed. "THAT isn't like me! THAT! Potter! Nothing I've said or done since I got here has been anything like me! I'm evil! This authors making me sound like a idiot! But I'm going along with it, and why? Why do I submit myself to this degrading mess?" Harry seemed stunned, "Okay…why?" Voldemort sighed. "Because if I didn't there'd be no plot…sob"

And without another word the dark lord fell sobbing into the cabbage. Harry looked aghast, "Um…Voldemort? Are you okay? Voldemort?" Redder than normal eyes looked up from between the leaves, "You see! You're out of character too!" Harry shook his head, "yeah, yeah I guess I am… but that's okay. I mean, when else would we have had a chance to speak like this? You know, you not trying to kill me, me not trying to kill you…"

Both turned at the sound of sobbing, the Ringwraiths were covering their faces with the sombreros, wailing loudly.

#1: it's so sad!

#5: why? Why!

#7: …it's only a spur of the moment thing…

#2,3,7,8,9: Shhh!

#4: Those cabbages are making me hungry…

Harry turned to his nemesis. "…You know, that Sauron guy's got his work cut out for him…" Voldemort nodded. "Oh I know, at least I have semi intelligent followers, and I even have some really intelligent ones!"

A dark shadow spread over them, both looked up slowly… the giant sombreros seemed to blot out the sun.

Foolish mortals! We shall leave your dried husks and offer your soul's to the Eye!

Harry looked at Voldemort, Voldemort at Harry. "….you think they're serious?

"yeah, probably."

"...oh."

"AAAAaaaaaHHHhhhhhh! RUN!"

Murazor raised his head and screamed, After them! And take the cabbage!