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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
--
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
were
discussing
his
fate
in
low
voices
--
--
Time
to
fly
...
"
...
To
the
Ministry
?
"
"
To
hell
with
the
Ministry
,
"
growled
Greyback
.
"
They
'll
take
the
credit
,
and
we
wo
n't
get
a
look
in
.
I
say
we
take
him
straight
to
You-Know-Who
.
"
"
Will
you
summon
'
im
?
'
ere
?
"
said
Scabior
,
sounding
awed
,
terrified
.
