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A dark figure came bustling toward them, and Harry saw a glint of silver to the light of their wands. They had found Gryffindors sword.

Ve-e-ery nice, said Greyback appreciatively, taking it from his companion. Oh, very nice indeed. Looks goblin-made, that. Where did you get something like this?

Its my fathers, Harry lied, hoping against hope that it was too dark for Greyback to see the name etched just below the hilt. We borrowed it to cut firewood

Ang on a minute, Greyback! Look at this, in the Prophet!

As Scabior said it, Harrys scar, which was stretched tight across his distended forehead, burned savagely. More clearly than he could make out anything around him, he saw a towering building, a grim fortress, jet-black and forbidding: Voldemorts thoughts had suddenly become razor-sharp again; he was gliding toward the gigantic building with a sense of calmly euphoric purpose

So close So close With a huge effort of will Harry closed his mind to Voldemorts thoughts, pulling himself back to where he sat, tied to Ron, Hermione, Dean, and Griphook in the darkness, listening to Greyback and Scabior.

Hermione Granger, Scabior was saying, the Mudblood who is known to be traveling with Arry Potter.

Harrys scar burned in the silence, but he made a supreme effort to keep himself present, nor to slip into Voldemorts mind. He heard the creak of Greybacks boots as he crouched down, in front of Hermione.

You know what, little girly? This picture looks a hell of a lot like you.

It isnt! It isnt me!

Hermiones terrified squeak was as good as a confession.

known to be traveling with Harry Potter, repeated Greyback quietly.

A stillness had settled over the scene. Harrys scar was exquisitely painful, but he struggled with all his strength against the pull of Voldemorts thoughts. It had never been so important to remain in his own right mind.

Well, this changed things, doesnt it? whispered Greyback. Nobody spoke: Harry sensed the gang of Snatchers watching, frozen, and felt Hermiones arm trembling against his. Greyback got up and took a couple of steps to where Harry sat, crouching down again to stare closely at his misshapen features.

Whats that on your forehead, Vernon? he asked softly, his breath foul in Harrys nostrils as he pressed a filthy finger to the taught scar.

Dont touch it! Harry yelled; he could not stop himself, he thought he might be sick from the pain of it.

I thought you wore glasses, Potter? breathed Greyback.

I found glasses! yelped one of the Snatchers skulking in the background. There was glasses in the tent, Greyback, wait

And seconds later Harrys glasses had been rammed back onto his face. The Snatchers were closing in now, peering at him.

It is! rasped Greyback. Weve caught Potter!

They all took several steps backward, stunned by what they had done. Harry, still fighting to remain present in his own splitting head, could think of nothing to say. Fragmented visions were breaking across the surface of his mind

He was hiding around the high walls of the black fortress


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  1. A bright silver light appeared right ahead of him, moving through the trees. Whatever the source, it was moving soundlessly. The light seemed simply to drift toward him.
  2. A bundle of walking sticks was floating in midair ahead of them, and as Percy took a step toward them they started throwing themselves at him.
  3. A chill that had nothing to do with the iced champagne was stealing through Harrys chest.
  4. A door to his left flew open and Professor McGonagall emerged from her office looking grim and slightly harassed.
  5. A gale of laughter from the middle of the table drowned the rest of Bills words. Fred, George, Ron and Mundungus were rolling around in their seats.
  6. A jet of silver light hit Malfoy in the stomach and he doubled up, wheezing.
  7. A mixture of gratitude and shame welled up in Harry. Had Lupin forgiven him, then, for the terrible things he had said when they had last met?
  8. A motherly-looking Healer wearing a tinsel wreath in her hair came bustling up the corridor, smiling warmly at Harry and the others.
  9. A paralyzing terror filled Harry so that he couldnt move or speak. His Patronus flickered and died.
  10. A porters cap pulled low over his mismatched eyes, Moody came limping through the archway pushing a trolley loaded with their trunks.
  11. A roaring, billowing noise behind him gave him a moments warning. He turned and saw both Ron and Crabbe running as hard as they could up the aisle toward them.




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