"No ... to end it ... by whatever means necessary," Harry replied, sternly. He rose and paced around the table to look out of the Palace window. The skyline of London loomed imperious beyond an avenue of tall trees. Harry wistfully wondered if it would survive what was coming. "Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord Voldemort, has thoroughly penetrated nearly every part of magical and Muggle Britain. He has the magical world in the throes of a death grip so complete I'm not sure it will ever fully recover from it. The damage already done is so fundamentally great ... and his influence is permeating the Muggle world more and more. The leaders of two of the three main political parties are now under his control. Should either win the next General Election ... then I seriously fear for the future of this country and her people.