““Voldemort’s sitting in the Shrieking Shack?” said Hermione, outraged. “He’s not--he’s not even fighting ?” “He doesn’t think he needs to fight,” said Harry. “He thinks I’m going to go to him.” “But why?” “He knows I’m after Horcuxes--he’s keeping Nagini close beside him--obviously I’m going to have to go to him to get near the thing--” “Right,” said Ron, squaring his shoulders. “So you can’t go, that’s what he wants, what he’s expecting. You stay here and look after Hermione, and I’ll go and get it--” Harry cut across Ron. “You two stay here, I’ll go under the Cloak and I’ll be back as soon as I--” “No,” said Hermione, “it makes much more sense if I take the Cloak and--” “Don’t even think about it,” Ron snarled at her. Before Hermione could get farther than “Ron, I’m just as capable--” the tapestry at the top of the staircase on which they stood was ripped open.””