"It's time for my daily drug drop off, Weasley. Go get it," Glatimer Van Putin said to his servant and most trusted adviser, Ron Weasley.
Ron bowed and walked to the Great Hall to wait for th drug man. "Don't know why he can't share..."
A man in a black trench coat was waiting. He handed Ron a small parcel.
"Thank you," Ron muttered and walked back to Glatimer's office.
"Here you go, sir," He said, handing the parcel to him.
"Thank you, Weasley. Here you go." Glatimer flipped Ron a rubel, which wasn't worth very much in Russia.
"No, thank you, sir." Ron walked out of his office
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Day after day Ron went to pick up Glatimer's drug parcel as usual. One day, something odd happened.
"Your employer hasn't been paying me. Give me my money or die," Trench coat said.
"How-How-How much do you need?" Ron stammered.
"One million rubels," Trench coat replied.
Ron's face fell. One million rubels? He had never seen that much money in his life; British, American, or Russian.
Trench coat put his hand on his coat. "You have been warned."
With a swish of his leather trench coat his was gone.
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Ron walked into Glatimer's office. I wish I had stayed in Hogwarts and had not joined up with the Russians. Ron thought. And all because Snape give me a zero and gave Harry a hundred! I knew I was always the side kick who got the least and worst of everything Harry got never got as much attention.
"What do you want, Weasley?" Glatimer asked.
"Um, sir, the person who gets you your drugs wants one million rubels or he'll kill you," Ron gasped.
"ONE MILLION RUBELS?!?!" Glatimer yelled. "I have that much but not Russia, who is paying for my drugs!"
"So, what are we going to do?" Ron inquired.
"Let him kill you," He replied simply.
Ron walked out of his office and down to the Great Hall.
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"So, where is my money?" Trench coat asked.
"I-I-I don't have it."
Trench coat pulled of his jacket and mask to let Ron see what was under it.
"You're a wizard?" Ron yelled.
"Yes, I am You-Know-Who. I needed a break from trying to kill all the wizards and witches."
"So, you're going to use Avada Kedavra on me, aren't you?" Ron looked down at the ground.
Voldemort came over and put his arm around Ron. "No little buddy, I'm just going to take you to Gilligan's Island."
"Gilligan's Island?" Ron asked but it was too late.
He was already stuck on an island with Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Lavender Brown, Gregory Goyle, and Harry Potter.
"He should have just killed me instead of making me deal with this," Ron sighed.
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Disclaimer: Ron Weasley and the gang belong to J.K. Rowling. The Russian Mafia belong to themselves. Gilligan's Island belongs to CBS and whoever else owns it.