Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality

'He does have other avenues to life, should he perceive this one blocked,' Snape said dryly, uncapping a fourth bottle. 'And before you ask, it must be the original grave, the place of first burial, the bone removed during the ritual and not before. Thus he cannot have retrieved it earlier; and also there is no point in substituting the skeleton of a weaker ancestor. He would notice it had lost all potency.'

'Who else knows about this trap?' Moody demanded.

'You. Me. The Headmaster. No one else.'

Moody snorted. 'Pfah. Did Albus tell Amelia, Bartemius, and that McGonagall woman about the resurrection ritual?'

'Yes -'

'If Voldie finds out that Albus knows about the resurrection ritual and that Albus told them, Voldie'll figure that Albus told me, and Voldie knows I'd think of this.' Moody shook his head in disgust. 'What're these other ways Voldie could come back to life?'

Snape's hand paused on the fifth bottle (it was all Disillusioned, of course, the whole operation was Disillusioned, but that meant less than nothing to Moody, it just marked you in his Eye's sight as trying-to-hide), and the former Death Eater said, 'You don't need to know.'

'You're learning, son,' said Moody with mild approval. 'What's in the bottles?'

Snape opened the fifth bottle, gestured with his wand to begin the substance flowing toward the grave, and said, 'This one? A Muggle narcotic called LSD. A conversation yesterday put me in mind of Muggle things, and LSD seemed the most interesting option, so I hurried to obtain some. If it is incorporated into the resurrection potion, I suspect its effects will be permanent.'

'What does it do?' said Moody.

'It is said that the effects are impossible to describe to anyone who has not used it,' drawled Snape, 'and I have not used it.'

Moody nodded approval as Snape opened the sixth flask. 'What about that one?'

'Love potion.'

'Love potion?' said Moody.

'Not of the standard sort. It is meant to trigger a two-way bond with an unbearably sweet Veela woman named Verdandi who the Headmaster hopes might be able to redeem even him, if they truly loved each other.'

'Gah!' said Moody. 'That bloody sentimental fool -'

'Agreed,' Severus Snape said calmly, his attention focused on his work.

'Tell me you've at least got some Malaclaw venom in there.'

'Second flask.'

'Iocane powder.'

'Either the fourteenth or fifteenth bottle.'

'Bahl's Stupefaction,' Moody said, naming an extremely addictive narcotic with interesting side effects on people with Slytherin tendencies; Moody had once seen an addicted Dark Wizard go to ridiculous lengths to get a victim to lay hands on a certain exact portkey, instead of just having someone toss the target a trapped Knut on their next visit to town; and after going to all that work, the addict had gone to the further effort to lay a second Portus, on the same portkey, which had, on a second touch, transported the victim back to safety. To this day, even taking the drug into account, Moody could not imagine what could have possibly been going through the man's mind at the time he had cast the second Portus.

'Tenth vial,' said Snape.

'Basilisk venom,' offered Moody.

'What?' spat Snape. 'Snake venom is a positive component of the resurrection potion! Not to mention that it would dissolve the bone and all the other substances! And where would we even get -'

'Calm down, son, I was just checking to see if you could be trusted.'

Mad-Eye Moody continued his (secretly unnecessary) slow turning, surveying the graveyard, and the Potions Master continued pouring.

'Hold on,' Moody said suddenly. 'How do you know this is really where -'

'Because it says 'Tom Riddle' on the easily moved headstone,' Snape said dryly. 'And I have just won ten Sickles from the Headmaster, who bet you would think of that before the fifth bottle. So much for constant vigilance.'

There was a pause.

'How long did it take Albus to reali-'

'Three years after we learned of the ritual,' said Snape, in a tone not quite like his usual sardonic drawl. 'In retrospect, we should have consulted you earlier.'

Snape uncapped the ninth bottle.

'We poisoned all the other graves as well, with long-lasting substances,' remarked the former Death Eater. 'It is possible that we are in the correct graveyard. He may not have planned this far ahead back when he was slaughtering his family, and he cannot move the grave itself -'

'The true location doesn't look like a graveyard any more,' Moody said flatly. 'He moved all the other graves here and Memory-Charmed the Muggles. Not even Bellatrix Black would be