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"
'
...
known
to
be
traveling
with
Harry
Potter
,
'
"
repeated
Greyback
quietly
.
A
stillness
had
settled
over
the
scene
.
Harry
's
scar
was
exquisitely
painful
,
but
he
struggled
with
all
his
strength
against
the
pull
of
Voldemort
's
thoughts
.
It
had
never
been
so
important
to
remain
in
his
own
right
mind
.
"
Well
,
this
changed
things
,
does
n't
it
?
"
whispered
Greyback
.
Nobody
spoke
:
Harry
sensed
the
gang
of
Snatchers
watching
,
frozen
,
and
felt
Hermione
's
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
.
"
What
's
that
on
your
forehead
,
Vernon
?
"
he
asked
softly
,
his
breath
foul
in
Harry
's
nostrils
as
he
pressed
a
filthy
finger
to
the
taught
scar
.
"
Do
n't
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
Harry
's
glasses
had
been
rammed
back
onto
his
face
.
The
Snatchers
were
closing
in
now
,
peering
at
him
.
"
It
is
!
"
rasped
Greyback
.
"
We
've
caught
Potter
!
"
