Story thus far: Harry Potter is immobilized, while his friends are planning to take him to Lord Volemort.
Dumbledore picked Harry's stiff frame up with strength not expected to be had by an ancient man like him.
Ron started out of the room. "Follow me, Lord Voldemort is waiting."
All four went out of the tower and down the winding stairs, eventually getting out of the school and heading towards Hagrids Shack. They walked over and didn't bother knocking, instead bursting through the door. Lord Voldemort sat at the table, looking over briefly to lock eyes with the boy who lived.
"Harry Potter..." He hissed. "I knew you would never expect my secret agents. Ronald Weasly, and Albus Dumbledore." He grinned. "Oh, and you might know these people as well."
He pointed out the window, to reveal the whole population of Hogwarts watching and smiling, knowing Harry's doomful fate.
Harry tried to retort but couldn't move his mouth.
Voldemort stood slowly and looked at Albus. "Bury him alive."