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Author's Note: So I got this idea from one of those "Name 12 Harry Potter Characters" things where you put them by number in all sorts of scenarios (an example is on my profile), and somehow Ron, Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Snape ended up playing Truth or Dare. Enjoy!

Ron walked down the dimly lit hallway to the headmaster's office, the paintings on the walls leering at him in a mocking way as they looked at all the unfortunate students going to the headmaster's office for trouble.

"Oi, sod off!" he said to a portrait of a burly knight laughing at the sight of Ron trying to shake off the taunts of the other paintings. The knight's face resumed its original proud, stone-cold expression.

Ron finally came to the gargoyle at the end of the hall.

"Password," the gargoyle growled. "Hey, you're another one of them Weasleys, aren't you?"

Ron scowled at the smirk on the gargoyle's face. "Mandragora," he said.

"You are a Weasley kid, aren't you? Fine, all right," the gargoyle grumbled, opening up to reveal a spiral staircase.

"Weasley…"

"OI!" Ron shouted as he walked up the stairs. He knocked on the door.

"Come in, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said from inside. Ron opened the door to see him sitting at his desk. Ron did not like whom he saw sitting across from him.

Snape. Glaring at him malevolently.

"Bloody… I didn't do anything, I swear!" Ron cried. "I… I got a Troll the other day on my Calming Drought, but…"

"Now, now, calm down. You haven't been brought here for trouble," Dumbledore said, a soft smile on his face.

Ron didn't know what to say.

"Sit," Dumbledore said, conjuring a chair next to Snape. Ron slinked over to the chair, careful not to get within smacking distance of Snape.

"Professor, what's going on?" Ron trembled.

"I believe we're waiting for one more…" Dumbledore mumbled to himself.

"Whom may that be?" asked Snape. Ron looked at Snape, seeing he was just as confused as he was. Scared, not so much.

Suddenly a man was being propelled out of the fireplace. He was dressed all in black, and Ron's eyes widened at the sight of a pale, bald head.

"AHHH!" Ron scrambled out of his chair and towards the door. Snape's eyes widened in surprise, and he, too, wanted to make an escape.

"It's… It's…"

"Mr. Weasley, come back. He won't hurt you," Dumbledore said calmly.

Ron stopped in horror as he watched Lord Voldemort stand up to his full height, dusting off his robes from the soot of the fireplace.

A/N: Review! Question suggestions would be awesome, too! This should be updated pretty regularly, it's not going to be too long of a story. But it'll be great