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Where
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
Prophet
!
"
As
Scabior
said
it
,
Harry
's
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
:
Voldemort
's
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
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
.
"
'
Hermione
Granger
,
'
"
Scabior
was
saying
,
"
'
the
Mudblood
who
is
known
to
be
traveling
with
'
Arry
Potter
.
'
"
Harry
's
scar
burned
in
the
silence
,
but
he
made
a
supreme
effort
to
keep
himself
present
,
nor
to
slip
into
Voldemort
's
mind
.
He
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
is
n't
!
It
is
n't
me
!
"
Hermione
's
terrified
squeak
was
as
good
as
a
confession
.
