Voldemort and the Quest for Facial Hair

The Quest Begins

Voldemort had to wait a a bit for his rib to be back to 100%, but the morning that he woke and was able to fling off his covers without a twinge, he knew it was time to begin his quest.
Wormtail packed some food, Voldy slung Nagini around his neck like a scarf, and the trio set off.
Wait a second, you may say. Nagini has never come with Voldy in your other tales. Why now?
Well, she makes a nice scarf. Voldy gets cold, you know. All he ever wears is a robe (lets not think too hard on that). One lonely robe. Also, Nagini was not convinced that Voldy could so much as stroll down the sidewalk without fracturing his femur or splitting his sternum or cracking his clavicle. Not since that one pesky rib injury.

The problem with the story so far is that no one is this group had very good common sense. Nagini was a snake, Wormtail had spent twelve years as a pet rat, and Voldemort was Voldemort.
But Voldemort did have a knack for things working out (after all, he survived several near-deaths, didn't he?). At the very least, Wormtail could buy pop from WalMart. And Nagini could be a nice scarf.