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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
hedges
that
muffled
their
footsteps
.
Harry
saw
a
ghostly
white
shape
above
him
,
and
realized
it
was
an
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
Voldemort
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
his
teeth
were
gone
...
"
So
,
you
have
come
.
I
thought
you
would
...
one
day
.
But
your
journey
was
pointless
.
I
never
had
it
.
"
"
You
lie
!
"
As
Voldemort
's
anger
throbbed
inside
him
,
Harry
's
scar
threatened
to
burst
with
pain
,
and
he
wrenched
his
mind
back
to
his
own
body
,
fighting
to
remain
present
as
the
prisoners
were
pushed
over
gravel
.
Light
spilled
out
over
all
of
them
.
"
What
is
this
?
"
said
a
woman
's
cold
voice
.
"
We
're
here
to
see
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
!
"
rasped
Greyback
.
