Fuck.  Fuck. What were they going to do?  What were they going to do? The thought kept circulating round Harry’s mind, and he hoped with every repetition that he would think of some answer, but he had none. He knew that eventually they would have to confront Voldemort, but he’d presumed that they would do that with all of his Horcruxes, bar Harry, destroyed. They needed to destroy the ring. But how were they meant to do that if Voldemort was protecting it? They may have been talented wizards, but Harry doubted they could best Voldemort in a straight fight.  Fuck! What were they going to   do!?