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Stolen from Myspace, which stole it from Mugglenet. If anyone has the original link, I’d be much obliged if they’d put it in the comments so I can add it. Found it!
1. Ask him why he ‘doesn’t have such a cool scar?’
2. Laugh at him.
3. Wake him up by singing Beach Boys songs in his ear. ‘Round, round, get around, I get around…’
4. Knit him things. Really hideous things.
5. Give him kangaroo-ears for a month.
6. Smile during Death Eater meetings and say you taught him everything he knows.
7. Chew bubblegum all the time. Should he address you, your only response will be a series of huge bubbles in quick succession, the last of which will burst everywhere and make a mess.
8. Dance the Funky Chicken.
9. Ask him when was the last time he took a bath.
10. Pat him on the head and give him flowers when his plans are foiled yet again.
11. If you ever need to say ‘Like taking candy from a baby’, be sure to add ‘Of course, SOME of us might find that harder than others.’ Stare pointedly at him.
12. Play ‘knock-&-run’ at his bedchamber door late at night.
13. Call him ‘The-Man-Who-Let-the-Boy-Live.’
14. Ask why the Dark Mark couldn’t look like something ‘more socially acceptable?’
15. Insist that you have met chunks of cheese with more cunning plans than his.
16. Pinch him. Make sure he squeals.
17. Be cheerful.
18. When he tries to impress you with his powers, say ‘Awwwww, lookit. Voldie’s got a twiggle!’
19. Try to teach him to play a mouth organ.
20. Roll your eyes during plotting sessions and say things under your breath like ‘You’re the boss, boss’ or ‘It’s your funeral.’
21. Greet him in the mornings with a sarcastic ‘My sir, you look particularly menacing today.’
22. Taunt him about his middle name. ‘Marvolo? What’s that – a washing detergent?’
23. Keep a ‘good-behaviour chart’. Award points and give out gold stars.
24. Magic-marker Potter-style glasses on him while he sleeps.
25. Apparate into and out of his room rapidly. Do this non-stop for an hour. *poof* there *poof* gone *poof* there…
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