A/N - Hmmmm, yes I know I should be
revising for my Exams so that I can
get the
grades to get into Cambridge but this is far more fun (hehehe). Anyway thanks to all
who reviewed hope this chapter is better than the last one which I thought was awful
(This one has Lupin in, so it must be good!) keep reviewing, flames are appreciated
as well, never give up to anything or anyone (oh and a cardinal rule : Never fall in
love, you'll only end up a changed person with a bagful of sorrow to show for it
(only joking - Love can be a beautiful thing, but I digress)) thanks - Bob
The Mirrors of Merlin
The door to the great hall swung open and a large covered object floated into the
room, it was followed by Professor Mcgonnagall who was obviously concentrating
very hard to hold the levitation spell. One of the first lessons any wizard or witch
learns is that casting a levitation spell on any object is quite easy, for example the
spell "wingardium leviosa" will allow any normal practitioner of magic to make any
small object rise into the air, holding it in the air, and then getting it to move in any
kind of controlled manner takes a great deal of concentration and time, unless of
course you bind the magic with a charm, which is time consuming and quite tricky to
put right if the caster gets the spell wrong. The levitation spell Professor Mcgonnagall
was using to move the Mirror must have been extremely difficult as the large object
glided effortlessly across the hall, never so much as wobbling from the horizontal.
Professor Snape rushed into the room moments later, holding candles and potions
under one arm and what appeared to be a very frustrated Phoenix under the other.
"Severus, let that Phoenix go right now!" said Dumbledore.
"Ahhh" said Snape as the bird flew out from underneath his arm. "That's the third
time that Bird has bitten me today" Harry could see that Snape's hand was covered in
fresh red blood.
Fawkes, had flown across the room and was now perched on Dumbledore's shoulder,
"Well then you shouldn't treat it so roughly Severus" said the Headmaster petting the
head of his pet Phoenix.
Snape scowled but didn't reply. He helped Mcgonnagall lift the large object into position and then resumed his seat, leaving the candles and potions in a heap on the floor. Harry could guess what was beneath the covering. One of the school's more mysterious and powerful artefacts had been hidden in one of the school's more obscure rooms during Harry's first year at Hogwart's. Whilst fleeing from an angry Mr Filch and Snape, who was irritated from having to deal with a particularly suspicious professor Quirrel, Harry had accidentally stumbled across the Mirror of Erised.
Magically, it allowed Harry to see his long dead Parents, naturally he had quickly become obsessed with it and may have fallen permanently under its power had Dumbledore not taken it from his sight. Harry had always strongly suspected that there was more to the Mirror than simple mind tricks, however he had never seen it in more than this capacity, although at one time it had guarded the Philosopher's stone from Voldemort.
Dmbledore pulled back the sheet and let it fall to the floor. "This fellow wizards and witches, is the Mirror of Erised. Many of you will remember its name, but for those who choose to fall asleep in History lessons…" He glared at certain individuals in the room; after all he was a teacher. "It is one of the twelve mirrors, more specifically one of the eight minor mirrors - those created before Merlin. The others are the Cerces, the Trojan, the Apollo and the Narcissus (the Greek four) which is currently residing in Malfoy Manor I believe"
"Was" Interrupted Cernd, A glint in his eye and the slightest hint of a smirk on his face.
"Really, I shall bear that in mind" continued Dumbledore "Also there is the Faye, the Ravenclaw, the Volkh and of course the Erised. This however is fairly unimportant, many of the said mirrors have little power, the Volkh (or bogatyri) is easily copied and is used by many - you probably rec ognise them as being foe glasses - Especially the Auror's amongst you."
Dumbledore moved the hand which Fawkes was perched on until it grew level with the top of the mirror. Fawkes hopped happily onto the mirror and began to preen himself.
One of the many wizards that Harry didn't recognise shifted his glasses up his nose and spoke loudly in his deep Slavic accent, so that all could hear. "That's a fine history lesson Headmaster but I don't see the relevance. I thought we didn't have time to waste."
"Be patient Svarog, I'm getting to my point." Dumbledore ensured his audience, Harry though shared the same confused expression as some of the other faces around the circle.
"Now where was I, ah yes. So there are eight minor mirrors, but twelve overall, I'm sure that all of you can work out that therefore there must be four other mirrors. They were created by Merlin, late into his life when he had settled down and begun to do some serious magical research. First he created the elemental mirror, that thankfully was destroyed during the twelfth century, that had the power to create any substance that the controller wished created, this of course has great practical applications, however in the wrong hands it was wielded to bring forth a multitude of vicious chemicals and materials. The second mirror could see anywhere and into any time that the controller wished, again thankfully it has been lost. The third or Thunder mirror, converts raw magical energy into anything the controller desires, It was called the thunder mirror because of a nasty habit of one of its owners to use it to bear lightning down on unsuspecting rivals. The fourth Mirror appears to do nothing, it is infused with magic to the eyeballs but it does nothing (except for some strange and unknown reason reflect images of Lethifold's and causes Demiguises to become irate) however it is belireved that Merlin created it for a specific reason.
For a long time, Auror Guards looked after these Greater mirrors preventing them from being released into the world, where they could be used to malicious end by practitioners of the Dark Arts. They have been hidden for a very long time and it was feared about 16 years that they would be lost forever, hidden from the eyes of the world. You see it was about sixteen years ago when Voldemort was last at the peak og his powers that he confronted, the present Auror guards. Captured by an Imperius curse and forced to reveal the location of the hiding place, Mr and Mrs Longbottom were tortured for hours by Voldemort before eventually capitualating. When we found them, their minds had been wiped and the scars of the deep torture they had undergone was seared across their face. It was my misfortune to have to personally aid in their recovery, they were left as little more than walking cabbages by the experience." He stopped and looked over to where Neville was sat, He was crying and Professor Hooch was trying to comfort him.
"My Apologies master Longbottom, but sometimes these things have to be said when the consequences of apathy and indecision are so high. If you wish you may leave the council chamber at this point." However this seemed to help, Neville stopped crying, wiped the tears from his eyes and then sat up straight, chin lifted high, but bottom lip quivering.
"No Headmaster, I'll be fine, Please continue"
In that moment Harry saw Neville in a new light, it was easy to see Neville as a sum of his actions, clumsiness and a low-grade terror forming part of his overall makeup. But Harry realised, then you missed the real Neville, He was always trying o do what he thought was the right thing, even, and it had come to it on a couple of occasions , if it meant standing up to his friends.
In the first year it was Neville that had tipped the house competition in favour of Gryffindor on exactly that kind of basis. At the time everyone had been very grateful and congratulations for Neville had come from all sides, except of course the Slytherins who had been completely disillusioned by the distribution of last minute points by the Headmaster which had led to them coming second.
On occasion Harry wondered about what went through the head of a Slytherin on occasions like that, however normally he was reminded by Harry that normally if Crabbe or Goyle were involved at all it was 'Ug'. However occasionally Harry would catch the expression on Malfoy's face, and that was enough if nothing else to convince him that he had made the right decision in his first year to renounce everything that Slytherin meant.
Something on the day of his sorting still shook him to his bones, Harry's great potential had thrown the sorting Hat asunder, and it was unable to decide where to put Harry. It had tempted him - "You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about it" Harry had often reconsidered that decision. Malfoy certainly only grew stronger with Slytherin support, whilst Harry sometimes felt that he was holding the entire of Gryffindor on his shoulders, carrying their burdens of expectation and was sometimes not up to the challenge. But then he considered the prospects - a life with Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, over one with Ron, Hermione and Neville. He had decided that it was the right decision, after all what would the worlds prospects have been if Harry hadn't stopped Voldemort from taking the Philosophers stone and he certainly couldn't have done that without his friends.
Harry's mind had wandered quite dramatically for a few moments and he tried to catch the tail of Dumbledore's speech before it slipped out of his fingers.
"… A method to return their memories. It seems that before they were captured the Longbottom's were able to secure the mirrors in a series of tunnels and labyrinths full of riddles and traps, not too different to a system of counter measures created here. Our young friend Neville informs me however that as his parent's secret keeper, only he may lead anyone successfully through the traps and therefore Voldemort should not be able to gain immediate access to the Mirrors.
However in my opinion, Voldemort will find a way no matter the intricacy. But this does give us some time to act before he gets access to unlimited power. Our most important task pivots on rescuing the Faye mirror and crumbling his power base, only then can we dare confront the dark lord himself.
Now gathered colleagues I shall show you exactly what we are up against, in my youth I did an extensive study into the power of this particular mirror" He gestured to the Erised mirror that stood behind him.
"and may I also introduce my phoenix, Fawkes who has kindly agreed to help me."
He nodded to the bird, which spread its wings and began to glow that pale ghostly shadow of flame that Harry had seen before.
The glow spread out along the rim of the great Mirror, reaching from where Fawkes' talons lightly gripped the polished wood. As it moved the inner carving of the wood appeared to fill with the most brilliant molten gold that glinted Red and Blue as though speckled with fabulous Jewels.
When the circle was complete, and everyone around the room save Dumbledore held their breath in anticipation, the image in the mirror became more real, and Harry wasn't sure if what we was seeing was still his own reflection.
A wave of silence softly exploded across the room, drawn in breath held in the throat, the little sounds of rustling were muffled by a sea of noiselessness and the air itself hung expectantly.
Then Fawkes began to sing.
Ripples poured out on the surface of the mirror which had become little more than a standing circle of quicksilver, held as if by magic, which it was. The ripples bounced off the edge of the mirror, and in the centre they focused and amplified, Harry could see his face stretching and distorting.
"Music, the magic of the Phoenix that confounded even Merlin himself, a magic that we here at Hogwarts cannot teach." Dumbledore sighed and then waved his wand. A silver stream shot forth from the end of the wand, moved and shaped by the phoenix song Dumbledore moved it around the Surface of the mirror which began to change.
Harry saw his childhood home, what had been his childhood home, smashed and torn at the foot of a tall mountain. No memories flooded back, Harry didn't dwell on the thought of his upbringing, Hogwarts was his home.
Harry expected lightning, Bats the size of kites and a cloud that could have covered wales. He was surprised to see that the mountain was topped by a squat but heavy fort, perhaps overly ornate but no more so than Hogwarts itself.
In fact in places Harry could see where the building had obviously been influenced by the memories of a former pupil - Battlements that could happily support a Norwegian Ridgeback, the Vaulting from the great wall, a carved impression of the Basilisk from the chamber of Slytherin.
Upon the walls of the fort stood men in dark robes, men that had death eater written all over them. Hanging Grimly in the sky overhead was the Dark Mark, A great skull of stars with a serpent hanging from the mouth. The mark of Lord Voldemort, it made Harry shiver.
Cernd stood to his feet and went over to the image.
In a very military and disciplined voice he said "This is the lair of Voldemort, created by the Faye Mirror and standing nearly 200 meters above the ground. It contains at present nearly forty Death Eaters, although we do expect more to come out of hiding and the numbers to swell.
Currently thirty-six of the Death Eaters are attacking the ministry building in London, but the fort is covered in so many wards that it would be virtually impossible to direct an assault against it."
He drew breath and nodded to Dumbledore, Dumbeldore changed the swirling motion of his hand and the image changed, Harry had been to deeply absorbed in the last image and felt a brief moment of dizziness before adapting to the new picture.
"The Ministry" said Cernd, "many of you have been there so I will…"
"Excuse me" Lupin stood up, Harry had forgotten that one of his father's friends was among the number of councillors "I assume you are showing us this because you expect us to fight. But may I point out, we in this room number only twenty eight, and I'd hope you don't expect the children to fight, even if they are Harry Potter." Harry got the distinct impression that Lupin wasn't going to let him fight. "Of course not,
Remus." Said Cernd.
"Then there are but twenty four of us - They'd outnumber us three to two"
"You forget Remus, that what you see here does not represent our true numbers. For a start, we have an entire squadron of Auror's at hand, our colleagues present may be able to turn up some allies I don't doubt and If I'm not right an Army of giants, eh Hagrid."
"I name only Professor sir, whilst me and madam Pomfrey did manage to convince several of the tribes that maybe fighting on our side of the fence may be a good idea, they did sort of refuse to be allowed to travel via magical means, so begging your pardon professor, but they won't be here until sometime next week"
"Ah, I see. I do wish you had told me sooner Hagrid, but none the less Remus we have sufficient forces to overwhelm the Death eaters, even without considering the wizards already caught in the fray. Plus I should think there will be a few Marauders around when we get there anyway, hmmm."
Harry had to stifle a smile, Voldemort was going to get a taste of his own medicine.
grades to get into Cambridge but this is far more fun (hehehe). Anyway thanks to all
who reviewed hope this chapter is better than the last one which I thought was awful
(This one has Lupin in, so it must be good!) keep reviewing, flames are appreciated
as well, never give up to anything or anyone (oh and a cardinal rule : Never fall in
love, you'll only end up a changed person with a bagful of sorrow to show for it
(only joking - Love can be a beautiful thing, but I digress)) thanks - Bob
The Mirrors of Merlin
The door to the great hall swung open and a large covered object floated into the
room, it was followed by Professor Mcgonnagall who was obviously concentrating
very hard to hold the levitation spell. One of the first lessons any wizard or witch
learns is that casting a levitation spell on any object is quite easy, for example the
spell "wingardium leviosa" will allow any normal practitioner of magic to make any
small object rise into the air, holding it in the air, and then getting it to move in any
kind of controlled manner takes a great deal of concentration and time, unless of
course you bind the magic with a charm, which is time consuming and quite tricky to
put right if the caster gets the spell wrong. The levitation spell Professor Mcgonnagall
was using to move the Mirror must have been extremely difficult as the large object
glided effortlessly across the hall, never so much as wobbling from the horizontal.
Professor Snape rushed into the room moments later, holding candles and potions
under one arm and what appeared to be a very frustrated Phoenix under the other.
"Severus, let that Phoenix go right now!" said Dumbledore.
"Ahhh" said Snape as the bird flew out from underneath his arm. "That's the third
time that Bird has bitten me today" Harry could see that Snape's hand was covered in
fresh red blood.
Fawkes, had flown across the room and was now perched on Dumbledore's shoulder,
"Well then you shouldn't treat it so roughly Severus" said the Headmaster petting the
head of his pet Phoenix.
Snape scowled but didn't reply. He helped Mcgonnagall lift the large object into position and then resumed his seat, leaving the candles and potions in a heap on the floor. Harry could guess what was beneath the covering. One of the school's more mysterious and powerful artefacts had been hidden in one of the school's more obscure rooms during Harry's first year at Hogwart's. Whilst fleeing from an angry Mr Filch and Snape, who was irritated from having to deal with a particularly suspicious professor Quirrel, Harry had accidentally stumbled across the Mirror of Erised.
Magically, it allowed Harry to see his long dead Parents, naturally he had quickly become obsessed with it and may have fallen permanently under its power had Dumbledore not taken it from his sight. Harry had always strongly suspected that there was more to the Mirror than simple mind tricks, however he had never seen it in more than this capacity, although at one time it had guarded the Philosopher's stone from Voldemort.
Dmbledore pulled back the sheet and let it fall to the floor. "This fellow wizards and witches, is the Mirror of Erised. Many of you will remember its name, but for those who choose to fall asleep in History lessons…" He glared at certain individuals in the room; after all he was a teacher. "It is one of the twelve mirrors, more specifically one of the eight minor mirrors - those created before Merlin. The others are the Cerces, the Trojan, the Apollo and the Narcissus (the Greek four) which is currently residing in Malfoy Manor I believe"
"Was" Interrupted Cernd, A glint in his eye and the slightest hint of a smirk on his face.
"Really, I shall bear that in mind" continued Dumbledore "Also there is the Faye, the Ravenclaw, the Volkh and of course the Erised. This however is fairly unimportant, many of the said mirrors have little power, the Volkh (or bogatyri) is easily copied and is used by many - you probably rec ognise them as being foe glasses - Especially the Auror's amongst you."
Dumbledore moved the hand which Fawkes was perched on until it grew level with the top of the mirror. Fawkes hopped happily onto the mirror and began to preen himself.
One of the many wizards that Harry didn't recognise shifted his glasses up his nose and spoke loudly in his deep Slavic accent, so that all could hear. "That's a fine history lesson Headmaster but I don't see the relevance. I thought we didn't have time to waste."
"Be patient Svarog, I'm getting to my point." Dumbledore ensured his audience, Harry though shared the same confused expression as some of the other faces around the circle.
"Now where was I, ah yes. So there are eight minor mirrors, but twelve overall, I'm sure that all of you can work out that therefore there must be four other mirrors. They were created by Merlin, late into his life when he had settled down and begun to do some serious magical research. First he created the elemental mirror, that thankfully was destroyed during the twelfth century, that had the power to create any substance that the controller wished created, this of course has great practical applications, however in the wrong hands it was wielded to bring forth a multitude of vicious chemicals and materials. The second mirror could see anywhere and into any time that the controller wished, again thankfully it has been lost. The third or Thunder mirror, converts raw magical energy into anything the controller desires, It was called the thunder mirror because of a nasty habit of one of its owners to use it to bear lightning down on unsuspecting rivals. The fourth Mirror appears to do nothing, it is infused with magic to the eyeballs but it does nothing (except for some strange and unknown reason reflect images of Lethifold's and causes Demiguises to become irate) however it is belireved that Merlin created it for a specific reason.
For a long time, Auror Guards looked after these Greater mirrors preventing them from being released into the world, where they could be used to malicious end by practitioners of the Dark Arts. They have been hidden for a very long time and it was feared about 16 years that they would be lost forever, hidden from the eyes of the world. You see it was about sixteen years ago when Voldemort was last at the peak og his powers that he confronted, the present Auror guards. Captured by an Imperius curse and forced to reveal the location of the hiding place, Mr and Mrs Longbottom were tortured for hours by Voldemort before eventually capitualating. When we found them, their minds had been wiped and the scars of the deep torture they had undergone was seared across their face. It was my misfortune to have to personally aid in their recovery, they were left as little more than walking cabbages by the experience." He stopped and looked over to where Neville was sat, He was crying and Professor Hooch was trying to comfort him.
"My Apologies master Longbottom, but sometimes these things have to be said when the consequences of apathy and indecision are so high. If you wish you may leave the council chamber at this point." However this seemed to help, Neville stopped crying, wiped the tears from his eyes and then sat up straight, chin lifted high, but bottom lip quivering.
"No Headmaster, I'll be fine, Please continue"
In that moment Harry saw Neville in a new light, it was easy to see Neville as a sum of his actions, clumsiness and a low-grade terror forming part of his overall makeup. But Harry realised, then you missed the real Neville, He was always trying o do what he thought was the right thing, even, and it had come to it on a couple of occasions , if it meant standing up to his friends.
In the first year it was Neville that had tipped the house competition in favour of Gryffindor on exactly that kind of basis. At the time everyone had been very grateful and congratulations for Neville had come from all sides, except of course the Slytherins who had been completely disillusioned by the distribution of last minute points by the Headmaster which had led to them coming second.
On occasion Harry wondered about what went through the head of a Slytherin on occasions like that, however normally he was reminded by Harry that normally if Crabbe or Goyle were involved at all it was 'Ug'. However occasionally Harry would catch the expression on Malfoy's face, and that was enough if nothing else to convince him that he had made the right decision in his first year to renounce everything that Slytherin meant.
Something on the day of his sorting still shook him to his bones, Harry's great potential had thrown the sorting Hat asunder, and it was unable to decide where to put Harry. It had tempted him - "You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about it" Harry had often reconsidered that decision. Malfoy certainly only grew stronger with Slytherin support, whilst Harry sometimes felt that he was holding the entire of Gryffindor on his shoulders, carrying their burdens of expectation and was sometimes not up to the challenge. But then he considered the prospects - a life with Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, over one with Ron, Hermione and Neville. He had decided that it was the right decision, after all what would the worlds prospects have been if Harry hadn't stopped Voldemort from taking the Philosophers stone and he certainly couldn't have done that without his friends.
Harry's mind had wandered quite dramatically for a few moments and he tried to catch the tail of Dumbledore's speech before it slipped out of his fingers.
"… A method to return their memories. It seems that before they were captured the Longbottom's were able to secure the mirrors in a series of tunnels and labyrinths full of riddles and traps, not too different to a system of counter measures created here. Our young friend Neville informs me however that as his parent's secret keeper, only he may lead anyone successfully through the traps and therefore Voldemort should not be able to gain immediate access to the Mirrors.
However in my opinion, Voldemort will find a way no matter the intricacy. But this does give us some time to act before he gets access to unlimited power. Our most important task pivots on rescuing the Faye mirror and crumbling his power base, only then can we dare confront the dark lord himself.
Now gathered colleagues I shall show you exactly what we are up against, in my youth I did an extensive study into the power of this particular mirror" He gestured to the Erised mirror that stood behind him.
"and may I also introduce my phoenix, Fawkes who has kindly agreed to help me."
He nodded to the bird, which spread its wings and began to glow that pale ghostly shadow of flame that Harry had seen before.
The glow spread out along the rim of the great Mirror, reaching from where Fawkes' talons lightly gripped the polished wood. As it moved the inner carving of the wood appeared to fill with the most brilliant molten gold that glinted Red and Blue as though speckled with fabulous Jewels.
When the circle was complete, and everyone around the room save Dumbledore held their breath in anticipation, the image in the mirror became more real, and Harry wasn't sure if what we was seeing was still his own reflection.
A wave of silence softly exploded across the room, drawn in breath held in the throat, the little sounds of rustling were muffled by a sea of noiselessness and the air itself hung expectantly.
Then Fawkes began to sing.
Ripples poured out on the surface of the mirror which had become little more than a standing circle of quicksilver, held as if by magic, which it was. The ripples bounced off the edge of the mirror, and in the centre they focused and amplified, Harry could see his face stretching and distorting.
"Music, the magic of the Phoenix that confounded even Merlin himself, a magic that we here at Hogwarts cannot teach." Dumbledore sighed and then waved his wand. A silver stream shot forth from the end of the wand, moved and shaped by the phoenix song Dumbledore moved it around the Surface of the mirror which began to change.
Harry saw his childhood home, what had been his childhood home, smashed and torn at the foot of a tall mountain. No memories flooded back, Harry didn't dwell on the thought of his upbringing, Hogwarts was his home.
Harry expected lightning, Bats the size of kites and a cloud that could have covered wales. He was surprised to see that the mountain was topped by a squat but heavy fort, perhaps overly ornate but no more so than Hogwarts itself.
In fact in places Harry could see where the building had obviously been influenced by the memories of a former pupil - Battlements that could happily support a Norwegian Ridgeback, the Vaulting from the great wall, a carved impression of the Basilisk from the chamber of Slytherin.
Upon the walls of the fort stood men in dark robes, men that had death eater written all over them. Hanging Grimly in the sky overhead was the Dark Mark, A great skull of stars with a serpent hanging from the mouth. The mark of Lord Voldemort, it made Harry shiver.
Cernd stood to his feet and went over to the image.
In a very military and disciplined voice he said "This is the lair of Voldemort, created by the Faye Mirror and standing nearly 200 meters above the ground. It contains at present nearly forty Death Eaters, although we do expect more to come out of hiding and the numbers to swell.
Currently thirty-six of the Death Eaters are attacking the ministry building in London, but the fort is covered in so many wards that it would be virtually impossible to direct an assault against it."
He drew breath and nodded to Dumbledore, Dumbeldore changed the swirling motion of his hand and the image changed, Harry had been to deeply absorbed in the last image and felt a brief moment of dizziness before adapting to the new picture.
"The Ministry" said Cernd, "many of you have been there so I will…"
"Excuse me" Lupin stood up, Harry had forgotten that one of his father's friends was among the number of councillors "I assume you are showing us this because you expect us to fight. But may I point out, we in this room number only twenty eight, and I'd hope you don't expect the children to fight, even if they are Harry Potter." Harry got the distinct impression that Lupin wasn't going to let him fight. "Of course not,
Remus." Said Cernd.
"Then there are but twenty four of us - They'd outnumber us three to two"
"You forget Remus, that what you see here does not represent our true numbers. For a start, we have an entire squadron of Auror's at hand, our colleagues present may be able to turn up some allies I don't doubt and If I'm not right an Army of giants, eh Hagrid."
"I name only Professor sir, whilst me and madam Pomfrey did manage to convince several of the tribes that maybe fighting on our side of the fence may be a good idea, they did sort of refuse to be allowed to travel via magical means, so begging your pardon professor, but they won't be here until sometime next week"
"Ah, I see. I do wish you had told me sooner Hagrid, but none the less Remus we have sufficient forces to overwhelm the Death eaters, even without considering the wizards already caught in the fray. Plus I should think there will be a few Marauders around when we get there anyway, hmmm."
Harry had to stifle a smile, Voldemort was going to get a taste of his own medicine.