"Shut it," growled Moody. "As I've already told you, you spineless worm, any Death Eaters we run into will be aiming to capture Potter, not kill him. Dumbledore always said You-Know-Who would want to finish Potter in person. It'll be the protectors who have got the most to worry about, the Death Eaters'll want to kill them."
Mundungus did not look particularly reassured.
"Oi, wasn't it Dumbledore hisself who was always saying 'Death ain't the worst thing in the world'?" the thief said, backing away from the glass of Polyjuice that Moody shoved in his face. "Sure, you'll die – and quick! But I figure you got it easy – do you think You-Know-Who's just going to kill Potter lickety-split? Oh no! If I've ever known his sort – and I've known some nasty fellows in my line of work, I can tell you that much – he'll play with his food first!"
Author's Note: As I continue to point out, being alive isn't very helpful if you've been reduced to a drooling, mindless shell.
