A/N: This was based on Mugglenet's 123 ways to annoy Voldemort-- ENJOY!!!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters you are familiar with in this story, JKR does. I also do not own the ideas for annoying Voldy.

CLAIMER: I do own the characters you aren't familiar with, oh, and all of the belongings in my bedroom.

I gathered myself up, and knocked on the door, what I expected was far more than I got, I had expected a long cloaked dark figure. I knocked on the door, I heard a creek of the stairs and the door was flung open, what met my eyes was not the dark figure, what met my eyes was an extremely pale man, with a bald head, and fiery red eyes, but it was not that that surprised me, Lord Voldemort was wearing a pink, fluffy dressing gown, with matching slippers.

"You dare knock on MY door at this hour?" he screeched.I glanced at the clock on his wall, it read 8:30pm.

"Sorry to disturb you, your highness, almighty Lord Mouldy, but I thought that you needed some professional help, if you know what I mean. I am a professional, in a sense. I will be staying with you over the next year, alrighty? My name is Niamh, Niamh Congrell." I explained.

"Alright, Niamh," he sneered at my name, " you get the...erm... cupboard under the stairs."

"Actually, Mouldy-it's alright if I call you Mouldy, right?- I will be taking the room next to yours, the one you save for your honoured guests. Like your oh so precious Death Eaters. By the way, I will be contributing to Death Eater meetings during my stay." I said.

At this point Voldemort was fuming, he shoved me into the house and turned his wand on me, but I was to quick for him, grabbed his snake, and dumped it on his head. I trundled into the guest room, my bag rolling alongside me. I looked back to see Voldemort struggle to unattach the snake from his head. I chuckled to myself, my kind of professional treatment wasn't exactly the same as he probably had in mind. My job was to annoy him into going crazy, and possibly killing himself or departing from his 'evil' ways.

I sat down in my chair, and sighed. I ran my fingers over my bald head as I thought to myself 'how come she isn't frightened of me? What kind of treatment does she have in mind? I hope it will help with my headache. If she isn't frightened of me, then I'll just have to make her be. I'd never known anyone not to be frightened of me before, well except at the orphanage, and my first year at Hogwarts, I'll wear my meanacing cloak tomorrow, that always frightens people.' I was just beginning to scheme when my train of thought was interrupted by a figure in the doorway. She came over and handed me a mug of hot chocolate.

I took a sip, "AIEEEE!!" I yelled, my mouth burning, "what did you put in this Niamh?" I screeched.

"Hot sauce of course, it wouldn't be 'hot' chocolate without a bit of kick now would it, mister angrypants?" she took a sip of her own, and sat down, a small smile on her face.

I was smiling, I could tell, but I was so pleased with what I had done. Hot sauce in his Hot Chocolate was genius! Of course, I didn't put any in mine, but I made out that I had done.

"Enjoy your HOT choccy, Mouldy, night" I said as I sauntered out of the room only to reduce into a fit of laughter when I reached my bedroom.