"So, we strike on Christmas?"
"When they're spread thinnest," Sirius agreed.
"...one question." Cedric whispered, frowning, "I understand how we're entering."
"Dobby," Theo confirmed.
"Right, and between our animagi forms and human transfiguration on the prisoners," Cedric scowled at the borderline dark magic they'd previously agreed upon, "everyone's soul should be fine."
"...but?" She prompted.
"But even spread thin there will still be gaurds and dementors. To avoid one we'll need to be animals, but to fight the other we'll need to be human."
"To transfigure the prisoners, too."
"..."
"..."
"...I can make us bombs?"