"...the Death Eaters and Voldemort stared at the gaping hole that had just been blown through the thick, stone walls of the ruined castle that was their current base. A figure all of them knew and loathed stepped lightly through the opening, followed closely by three others.
'Well, if it isn't the Death Chokers. I don't think you've met my family. These are my adopted parents, Zeb and Deety Carter, and this is my uncle, who taught me everything I know today, Lazarus Long, the Eldest of the Howard Familes.' His eyes narrowed. "And now, Moldieshorts, there's a small matter of a prophecy that needs fulfilling...'"
'Well, if it isn't the Death Chokers. I don't think you've met my family. These are my adopted parents, Zeb and Deety Carter, and this is my uncle, who taught me everything I know today, Lazarus Long, the Eldest of the Howard Familes.' His eyes narrowed. "And now, Moldieshorts, there's a small matter of a prophecy that needs fulfilling...'"