I… Just go Harry. But I was thinking though that that will spell the moment the world becomes truly un-savable. “You are right James.” Sasori bowed his head. He’s depressed not sick.” Harry motioned them towards the bird. I don’t know,but they seem to have some weird interest in me. I fear we must assume he has his old strength back. Voldemort’s was in his head now, the figure gone from the other side of the desk. The marauders were already masked, wands out. The dead men were sprinting madly in amongst the wolves, their hooded faces up and sniffing the air. Dull grey disks, lead. “Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Harry’s eye spun it’s socket. “That’s better.”
“How did you learn to do this?” Pythea asked curiously as she looked around at the illusionary orchard. Harry had picked a Gringots goblin running for safety and surreptitiously aimed his wand…
