Author's Note: I don't own anything.
Ron was dancing on his desk and he suddenly froze when he realized that he was being watched by his twin brothers Fred and George. "What do you want?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah Nothing."
"Then get out. I'm running a business here."
The twins left and then in walked Voldemort. "IS IT MY TURN?"
"Yes Voldemort, it's your turn!"
Voldemort squealed and then fainted out of complete and utter joy. Ron shook his head and grabbed a stick. He poked Voldemort and he woke up. "I'm fine," he mumbled.
Ron stared at his computer and whispered, "I don't know if I can find you someone evil enough to match up with your evil standards."
"Who said I wanted evil?"
"Well, I just kinda assum-"
Voldemort gave a sassy wave of his hand and Ron asked, "What would you like?"
"I want someone who can deal with my powerfulness! They have to be magical and they have to know the boy who lives! They must tell me his deepest secrets so I can go on the internet and paste them everywhere! Oh and they must like my hairdo."
Dumbledore walked in and hugged Voldemort. "I love your hair!" smiled Dumbledore.
"Aw shucks! Thanks Dumbles!"
Ron stared at Voldemort and Dumbledore. He turned his screen. The result: Albus Dumbledore.