"Okay," Harry said, standing up, "It's been a month - what have we got to
report?"
"Ahem." Everyone turned to look at Lupin, who had cleared his throat. "I have been looking through the books in the library, as well as Professor Snape's personal Dark Arts collection, and with the help of Hermione, I believe I have found a charm which, although allowing Voldemort to return, will cause him to be bound to a specific form of expression. For instance if we bind him to silence, he will only be able to use those spells that do not require words. Unfortunately the only version of the charm we could dig up will bind him to music, so..."
"Yes," Hermione interrupted, "And we think we have found out where he is coming back - and I was right about the undead thing! His followers have been robbing graveyards to make him a body!"
Ron looked queasy.
"So it'll be some sort of Frankenstein-monster-Voldemort?" Harry asked. "With stitches in his neck and stuff?"
Ron turned green.
"Yes, and apparently Wormtail is doing the sewing, so you can expect legs falling off and stuff like that."
Ron gulped and ran for the window.
"So, what we have to do is have someone creep up to the body and put a spell on it - I mean we could just destroy it but then they'd only make another one, and by the time it's too late for another one they'll have put the usual anti-destruction spells on it. No, we have to kill him when he's here, otherwise we'll just be delaying the inevitable. We have to get him to deal with us on OUR terms. We must be in control of the situation. Now, I think, since Harry has shown certain ...talent... for defeating Voldemort, he should be the one who actually applies the spell. There is a potion that goes with this charm, and we need some ingredients. I'm putting Ron in charge of collecting them. There's rather a lot, so while we're at it we may as well put the spell on all his death eaters too. Is that okay Ron?"
"Hurk!"
"Good. For starters, you need a hair from a unicorns tail, a basilisk scale, a three Nork eggs, two gallons of cow liver, a pound of Knarl spikes, five..."
"Ahem." Everyone turned to look at Lupin, who had cleared his throat. "I have been looking through the books in the library, as well as Professor Snape's personal Dark Arts collection, and with the help of Hermione, I believe I have found a charm which, although allowing Voldemort to return, will cause him to be bound to a specific form of expression. For instance if we bind him to silence, he will only be able to use those spells that do not require words. Unfortunately the only version of the charm we could dig up will bind him to music, so..."
"Yes," Hermione interrupted, "And we think we have found out where he is coming back - and I was right about the undead thing! His followers have been robbing graveyards to make him a body!"
Ron looked queasy.
"So it'll be some sort of Frankenstein-monster-Voldemort?" Harry asked. "With stitches in his neck and stuff?"
Ron turned green.
"Yes, and apparently Wormtail is doing the sewing, so you can expect legs falling off and stuff like that."
Ron gulped and ran for the window.
"So, what we have to do is have someone creep up to the body and put a spell on it - I mean we could just destroy it but then they'd only make another one, and by the time it's too late for another one they'll have put the usual anti-destruction spells on it. No, we have to kill him when he's here, otherwise we'll just be delaying the inevitable. We have to get him to deal with us on OUR terms. We must be in control of the situation. Now, I think, since Harry has shown certain ...talent... for defeating Voldemort, he should be the one who actually applies the spell. There is a potion that goes with this charm, and we need some ingredients. I'm putting Ron in charge of collecting them. There's rather a lot, so while we're at it we may as well put the spell on all his death eaters too. Is that okay Ron?"
"Hurk!"
"Good. For starters, you need a hair from a unicorns tail, a basilisk scale, a three Nork eggs, two gallons of cow liver, a pound of Knarl spikes, five..."