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"
No
,
"
snarled
Greyback
,
"
I
have
n't
got
--
they
say
he
's
using
the
Malfoy
's
place
as
a
base
.
We
'll
take
the
boy
there
.
"
Harry
thought
he
knew
why
Greyback
was
not
calling
Voldemort
.
The
werewolf
might
be
allowed
to
wear
Death
Eater
robes
when
they
wanted
to
use
him
,
but
only
Voldemort
's
inner
circle
were
branded
with
the
Dark
Mark
:
Greyback
had
not
been
granted
this
highest
honor
.
Harry
's
scar
seared
again
--
--
and
he
rose
into
the
night
,
flying
straight
up
to
the
windows
at
the
very
top
of
the
tower
--
"
...
completely
sure
it
's
him
?
'Cause
if
it
ai
n't
,
Greyback
,
we
're
dead
.
"
"
Who
's
in
charge
here
?
"
roared
Greyback
,
covering
his
moment
of
inadequacy
.
"
I
say
that
's
Potter
,
and
him
plus
his
wand
,
that
's
two
hundred
thousand
Galleons
right
there
!
But
if
you
're
too
gutless
to
come
along
,
any
of
you
,
it
's
all
for
me
,
and
with
any
luck
,
I
'll
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
a
blanket
...
Dead
,
or
sleeping
...
?
"
All
right
!
"
said
Scabior
.
"
All
right
,
we
're
in
!
And
what
about
the
rest
of
'em
,
Greyback
,
what
'll
we
do
with
'em
?
"
"
Might
as
well
take
the
lot
.
We
've
got
two
Mudbloods
,
that
's
another
ten
Galleons
.
Give
me
the
sword
as
well
.
If
they
're
rubies
,
that
's
another
small
fortune
right
there
.
"
