"You can't do it if I don't cooperate, you need me to give you some hair." Harry firmed. "Well, that's the plan scuppered, obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate, Nineteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance." George sassed. "If it has to come to force, then it will." Moody growled, his magical eye now quivering a little in its socket as he glared at Harry. "Everyone here is prepared to take the risk." Mundungus shrugged and grimaced; the magical eye swerved sideways to glance at him out of the side of Moody's head. "Let's have no more arguments. Time's wearing on. I want a few of your hairs, boy, now." he barked. "But this is mad, there's no need-" Harry was interrupted. "No need! With You-Know-Who out there and half the Ministry on his side? Potter, if we're lucky he'll have swallowed the fake bait and he'll be planning to ambush you on the Thirtieth, but he'd be mad not to have a Death Eater or Two keeping an eye out, it's what I'd do. They might not be able to get at you or this house while your Mother's charm holds, but it's about to break and they know the rough position of the place. Our only chance is to use decoys. Even You-Know-Who can't split himself into Nine." Moody snapped.