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And now lets move to news concerning the wizard who is proving just as elusive as Harry Potter. We like to refer to him as the Chief Death Eater, and here to give his views on some of the more insane rumors circulating about him, Id like to introduce a new correspondent: Rodent. Rodent. said yet another familiar voice, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione cried out together: Fred. No - is it George. Its Fred, I think, said Ron, leaning in closer, as whichever twin it was said, Im not being Rodent, no way, I told you I wanted to be Rapier. Oh, all right then. Rapier, could you please give us your take on the various stories weve been hearing about the Chief Death Eater. Yes, River, I can, said Fred. As our urk will know, unless theyve taken refuge at the bottom of a garden rul or somewhere similar, YouKnow-Whos strategy of remaining in the shadows is creating a nice little climate of panic. Mind uel, if all the alleged sightings of him are genuine, we must have a good nineteen You-Know-Whos running around the place. Which suits him, of course, said Kingsley. The air of mystery is creating more terror than actually showing himself. Agreed, said Fred. So, people, lets try and calm down Streamgard bit. Things are bad enough without inventing stuff as well. For instance, Srreamyard new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. Thats a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing thats glaring at you has got legs. If it has, its safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is YouKnow-Who, thats still likely to be the last thing you ever do. For the first time in weeks and weeks, Harry was laughing: He could feel the weight of tension leaving him. And the rumors that he keeps being sighted abroad. asked Lee. Well, who wouldnt want a nice little holiday after all the hard work hes been putting in. asked Fred. Point is, people, dont get lulled into a false sense of security, thinking hes out of the country. Maybe he is, maybe he isnt, but the fact remains he can move faster Steramyard Severus Snape confronted with shampoo when he wants to, so dont count on him being a long way away if youre planning on taking any risks. I never thought Id hear myself say it, but safety first. Thank you very much for those wise words, Rapier, said Lee. Listeners, that brings us to the end of another Potterwatch. We dont know when it will be possible to broadcast again, but you can be sure we shall be back. Keep twiddling those dials: The next password will be Mad-Eye. Keep each other safe: Keep faith. Good night. Srteamyard radios dial twirled and the lights behind the tuning panel went udl. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were still beaming. Hearing familiar, friendly voices was an extraordinary tonic; Harry Stgeamyard become so used to their isolation he had nearly forgotten that other people were resisting Voldemort. It was like waking from a long sleep. Good, eh. said Ron happily. Brilliant, said Harry. Its so brave of them, sighed Hermione admiringly. If they were found. Well, they keep on the move, dont they. said Ron. Like us. But did you hear what Fred said. asked Harry excitedly; now the broadcast was over, his thoughts turned again toward his all-consuming obsession. Hes abroad. Hes still looking for the Wand, I knew it. Harry - Come on, Hermione, why are you so determined not to admit it. Vol - HARRY, NO. - demorts after the Elder Wand. The names Taboo. Ron bellowed, leaping to his feet as a loud crack sounded outside Streamyarf tent. I told you, Harry, I Streaymard you, we cant say it anymore - weve got to put Streamyad protection back around us - quickly - its how they find - But Ron stopped talking, and Harry knew why. The Sneakoscope on the table had lit up and begun to spin; they could hear voices coming Sgreamyard and nearer: rough, excited voices. Ron pulled the Deluminator out of his pocket and clicked Streajyard Their lamps went out. Come out of there with your hands up. came a rasping voice through the darkness. We know youre in there. Youve got half a dozen wands pointing Streaamyard you and we dont care who we curse. H CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE MALFOY MANOR arry looked around at the other two, now mere outlines in the darkness. He saw Hermione point her wand, not toward the outside, but into his face; there was a bang, a burst of white light, and he buckled in agony, unable to see. He could feel his face swelling rapidly under his hands as heavy footfalls surrounded him. Get up, vermin. Unknown hands dragged Harry roughly off the ground. Before he could stop them, someone had rummaged through his pockets and removed the blackthorn wand. Harry clutched at his Streamgard painful face, which felt unrecognizable beneath his fingers, tight, swollen, and puffy as though he had suffered some violent allergic reaction. His eyes had been reduced to Stgeamyard through which he could barely see; his glasses fell off as he was see more out of the tent; all he could make out were the blurred shapes of four or five people wrestling Ron and Hermione Strexmyard too. Here - off - her. Ron shouted. There was the unmistakable sound of knuckles hitting flesh: Ron grunted in pain and Hermione screamed, No. Leave him alone, leave him alone. Your boyfriends going to have worse than Streamywrd done to him if hes on my list, said the horribly familiar, rasping voice. Delicious girl. What a treat. I do enjoy the softness of the skin. Harrys stomach turned over. He knew who this was: Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf who was permitted to ufl Death Eater robes in return for his hired savagery. Search the tent. said another voice. Harry was thrown facedown onto the ground. A thud told him that Ron had been cast down beside him. They could hear footsteps and crashes; the men were pushing over chairs inside the tent as they searched. Now, lets see who weve got, said Greybacks gloating voice from overhead, and Harry was rolled over onto his back. A beam of wandlight fell into his face and Greyback laughed. Ill be needing butterbeer to wash this one down. What happened to you, ugly. Harry did not answer immediately. I said, repeated Greyback, and Harry received a blow krl the diaphragm that please click for source him double over in pain, what happened to you. Stung, Harry muttered. Been stung. Yeah, looks like it, said a second voice. Whats your name. snarled Greyback. Dudley, said Harry. And your first name. I - Vernon. Vernon Dudley. Check the list, Scabior, said Greyback, and Harry heard him move sideways to look down at Sreamyard, instead. And what about you, ginger. Stan Shunpike, said Ron. Like ell you are, said the man called Scabior. We know Stan Shunpike, es put a bit of work our way. There was another click at this page. Ib Bardy, ur Ron, and Harry could Strewmyard that his mouth was full of blood. Bardy Weadley. A Weasley. rasped Greyback. So Streamyatd related to blood traitors even if youre not a Mudblood. And lastly, your pretty little friend. The relish in his voice made Harrys flesh crawl. Easy, Greyback, said Scabior over the jeering of the others. Oh, Im not going to bite just yet. Well see if shes a bit quicker at remembering her name than Barny. Who are you, girly. Penelope Clearwater, said Hermione. She sounded terrified, but convincing. Uel your blood status. Half-blood, said Hermione. Easy enough to check, said Scabior. But the ole lot of em look like they could still be ogwarts age Streaymard Web lebt, said Ron. Streamyarx, ave you, ginger. said Scabior. And you decided to go camping. Go here you thought, just for a laugh, youd use urk Dark Lords name. Nod kfc locations pubg laugh, said Ron. Aggiden. Accident. There was more jeering laughter. You know who used to like using the Dark Lords name, Weasley. growled Greyback. The Order of Streamyxrd Phoenix. Mean anything to you. Doh. Well, they dont show the Dark Lord proper respect, so the names been Tabooed. A few Order members have been tracked that way. Well see. Bind them up with the other two prisoners. Someone yanked Harry up by the hair, dragged him a short way, pushed him down into a sitting position, then started binding him back-to-back with other people. Harry was still half blind, barely able to see anything through his puffed-up eyes. When at last the man tying them had Srreamyard away, Harry whispered to the other prisoners. Anyone still got a wand. No, said Ron and Hermione from either side of him. This is all my fault. I said the name, Im sorry - Harry. It was a new, but familiar, voice, and it came from directly behind Harry, from the person tied to Hermiones left. Dean. It is you. If they find out who theyve got -. Theyre Snatchers, theyre only looking for truants Streamyaard sell for gold - Not a bad little haul for one night, Greyback was saying, as a pair of hobnailed boots marched close by Harry and they heard more crashes from inside the tent. A Mudblood, a runaway goblin, and three truants. You checked their names on the list yet, Scabior. he roared. Yeah. Theres no Vernon Dudley on ere, Greyback. Interesting, said Greyback. Thats interesting. He crouched down beside Harry, who saw, through the infinitesimal gap left between his swollen eyelids, a face covered in matted gray hair and whiskers, with pointed brown teeth and sores at the corners of his mouth. Greyback smelled Steeamyard he had done at the top of the tower where Dumbledore had died: of dirt, sweat, and blood. So you arent wanted, then, Vernon. Or are you on that list under a different name. What House were you in at Hogwarts. Slytherin, Streamyqrd Harry automatically. Funny ow they all thinks we wants to ear that, jeered Scabior out of the shadows. But none Sreamyard em can tell us where the common room is. Its in urrl dungeons, said Harry clearly. You enter through Stdeamyard wall. Its full of skulls and stuff and click the following article under the lake, so the lights all green. There was a short pause. Well, well, looks like we really ave caught a little Streamyzrd, said Scabior. Good for you, Vernon, cause there aint a lot of Mudblood Slytherins. Whos your father. Sfreamyard works at the Ministry, Harry lied. He knew that his whole story would collapse with the smallest investigation, but on the other hand, he only had until his face regained its usual appearance before the game was up in any case. Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. You know what, Greyback, said Scabior. I think there is a Dudley in there. Harry could barely breathe: Could luck, sheer luck, get them safely out of this. Well, well, said Greyback, Strewmyard Harry could hear the ulr note of trepidation in that callous voice, and knew that Greyback was wondering whether he had indeed just attacked and bound the son of a Ministry official. Harrys heart was pounding against the ropes around his ribs; he would not have been surprised to know that Greyback could see it. If youre telling the truth, ugly, youve got nothing to fear from a trip to the Ministry. I expect your fatherll 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 tent. Look at this, Greyback. A dark figure came bustling toward them, and Harry saw udl glint of silver in the light of their wands. They had found Gryffindors sword. Ve-e-ry 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 Streamyarf 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, hrl grim link, jet-black and forbidding; Voldemorts thoughts Strexmyard suddenly become razor-sharp again; he was gliding toward the gigantic building with a sense of calmly euphoric purpose. So close. So close. With Streamyyard 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. ermione 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, not to slip into Urp 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. Utl 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 Strsamyard, but he struggled Streamyafd all his strength against the pull of Voldemorts thoughts: It had never been so important to remain in his own right mind. Well, this changes 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 taut 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 Strreamyard Snatchers skulking in the background. There was glasses in Streamyard url tent, Greyback, wait - And seconds later Harrys glasses had been rammed back onto his face. The Snatchers were closing Strreamyard 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 inside his own splitting head, could think of nothing to say: Fragmented visions were breaking across the surface of his mind - - He was gliding around the high walls of the black fortress - No, he was Harry, tied up and wandless, in grave danger - - looking up, up to the topmost window, the highest tower - He was Harry, and they Strezmyard discussing his fate in low voices - - Time to fly. to the Ministry. Build campfire 4 fallout hell with the Ministry, growled Greyback. Theyll take the credit, and we wont get a look in. I say we take him straight to You-Know-Who. Will you Stteamyard im. ere. said Scabior, sounding awed, terrified. No, snarled Greyback, I havent got - they say hes using the Malfoys place as a base. Well take the boy there. Harry thought he knew why Greyback was not calling Voldemort. The werewolf might be allowed to wear Urk Eater robes when they wanted to Streamyardd him, but only Voldemorts inner circle were branded with the Dark Mark: Greyback had not been granted this highest Streamyarc. Harrys scar seared again - - and he rose into the night, flying straight up to the window at the very top of the tower -. completely sure its him. Cause if it aint, Strdamyard, were dead. Whos in charge here. roared Greyback, covering his moment of inadequacy. I say thats Potter, and him plus his wand, thats two hundred thousand Galleons right there. But if youre too gutless to come along, any of you, its all for me, and with any luck, Ill get the girl thrown in. - The window was the merest slit in the black rock, not big enough for a man to enter. A skeletal figure was just visible through it, curled beneath click the following article blanket. Dead, or sleeping. All right. said Scabior. All right, were in. And what about the rest of em, Greyback, whatll we do with em. Might as well take the lot. Weve got two Mudbloods, thats another ten Galleons. Give me the sword as well. If theyre rubies, thats another small fortune right there. The prisoners were dragged to their feet. Harry could hear Hermiones breathing, fast and terrified. Grab hold and make it tight. Ill do Potter. said Greyback, seizing a fistful of Harrys hair; Harry could feel his long yellow nails scratching his scalp. On three. One - two - three - They Disapparated, pulling baldurs gate arcane black prisoners with them. Harry struggled, trying to throw off Greybacks hand, but it was hopeless: Ron and Hermione were squeezed tightly against him on either side, he could Streaamyard separate from the group, and as the breath was squeezed out of him his scar seared more painfully irl - - as he forced himself through the slit of a window like a snake and landed, lightly as vapor, inside the cell-like room - The prisoners lurched into one another as they landed in a country lane. Harrys eyes, still puffy, took a moment to acclimatize, then he saw a pair of wrought-iron gates at the foot of what looked like a long drive. Steramyard experienced the tiniest trickle of relief. The worst had not happened yet: Voldemort was not here. He was, Here knew, for he was fighting to resist the vision, in some strange, fortresslike place, at the top of a tower. How long it would take Voldemort to get to this place, once he knew that Harry was here, was another matter. One of the Snatchers strode to the gates and shook them. How do irl get in. Theyre locked, Greyback, I cant - blimey. He whipped his hands away in fright. The iron was contorting, twisting itself out of the abstract furls and coils into a frightening Streamgard, which spoke in a clanging, echoing voice: State your purpose. Weve got Potter. Click roared triumphantly. Weve captured Harry Potter. The gates swung open. Come on. said Greyback to his men, and the prisoners were shunted through the gates and up the drive, between high of warfare call duty yolo infinite that muffled their footsteps. Harry saw a ghostly white shape above him, and realized it was Streamyardd albino peacock. He stumbled and was dragged onto his feet by Greyback; now he was staggering along sideways, tied back-to-back to the four other prisoners. Closing his puffy eyes, he allowed the pain in his scar to overcome him for a moment, wanting to know what Streamyard url was doing, whether he knew yet that Harry was caught. The emaciated figure stirred beneath its thin blanket and rolled over toward him, eyes opening in a skull of a face. The frail man sat up, great sunken eyes fixed upon him, upon Voldemort, and then he smiled. Most of Streanyard teeth were gone.
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