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"You know what, Greyback," said Scabior"I think there \iis\i a Dudley in there
Harry could barely breathe: Could luck, sheer luck, get them safely out of this?
"Well, well said Greyback, and Harry could hear the tiniest note of trepidation in that callous voice, and knew that Greyback was wondering whether he had just indeed just attacked and bound the son of a Ministry OfficialHarry's heart was pounding against the ropes around his ribs; he would not have been surprised to know that Greyback could see it"If you're telling the truth, ugly, you've got nothing to fear from a trip to the MinistryI expect your father'll reward us just for picking you up
"But," said Harry, his mouth bone dry, "if you just let us -"
"Hey!" came a shout from inside the tentGreyback!"
A dark figure came bustling toward them, and Harry saw a glint of silver to the light of their wandsThey had found Gryffindor's sword
"Ve-e-ery nice," said Greyback appreciatively, taking it from his companion"Oh, dolce and gabbana very nice indeedLooks goblin-made, thatWhere did you get something like this?"
"It's my father's," 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 \iProphet!\i"
As Scabior said it, Harry's scar, which was stretched tight across his distended forehead, burned savagelyMore clearly than he could make out anything around him, he saw a towering building, a grim fortress, jet-black and forbidding: Voldemort's thoughts had suddenly become Razor-Sharp again; he was gliding toward the gigantic building with a sense of calmly euphoric purpose i
With a huge effort of will Harry closed his mind to Voldemort's thoughts, pulling himself back to where he sat, tied to Ron, Hermione, Dean, and Griphook in the darkness, listening to Greyback and Scabior
"'\iHermione Granger,\i" Scabior was saying, "\ithe Mudblood who is known to be traveling with coco chanel leather handbags 'arry Potter\i
Harry's scar burned in the silence, but he made a supreme effort to keep himself present, nor to slip into Voldemort's mindHe heard the creak of Greyback's 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 isn't! It isn't me!"
Hermione's terrified squeak was as good as a confessionknown to be traveling with Harry Potter,\i" repeated Greyback quietly
A stillness had settled over the sceneHarry's scar was Exquisitely painful, but he struggled with all his strength against the pull of Voldemort's thoughtsIt had never been so important to remain in his own right mind
"Well, this changed things, doesn't it?" whispered GreybackNobody spoke: Harry sensed the gang of Snatchers watching, frozen, and felt Hermione's arm trembling against hisGreyback got up and took a couple of steps to where Harry sat, crouching down again to stare closely at his misshapen features
"What's that on your forehead, tiffany