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"
Who
are
you
?
"
"
You
know
me
!
"
There
was
resentment
in
the
werewolf
's
voice
.
"
Fenrir
Greyback
!
We
've
caught
Harry
Potter
!
"
Greyback
seized
Harry
and
dragged
him
around
to
face
the
light
,
forcing
the
other
prisoners
to
shuffle
around
too
.
"
I
know
'
es
swollen
,
ma'am
,
but
it
's
'
im
!
"
piped
up
Scabior
.
"
If
you
look
a
bit
closer
,
you
'll
see
'
is
scar
.
And
this
'
ere
,
see
the
girl
?
The
Mudblood
who
's
been
traveling
around
with
'
im
,
ma'am
.
There
's
no
doubt
it
's
'
im
,
and
we
've
got
'
is
wand
as
well
!
'
Ere
,
ma'am
--
"
Through
his
puffy
eyelids
Harry
saw
Narcissa
Malfoy
scrutinizing
his
swollen
face
.
Scabior
thrust
the
blackthorn
wand
at
her
.
She
raised
her
eyebrows
.
"
Bring
them
in
,
"
she
said
.
Harry
and
the
others
were
shoved
and
kicked
up
broad
stone
steps
into
a
hallway
lined
with
portraits
.
"
Follow
me
,
"
said
Narcissa
,
leading
the
way
across
the
hall
.
"
My
son
,
Draco
,
is
home
for
his
Easter
holidays
.
If
that
is
Harry
Potter
,
he
will
know
.
"
The
drawing
room
dazzled
after
the
darkness
outside
;
even
with
his
eyes
almost
closed
Harry
could
make
out
the
wide
proportions
of
the
room
.
A
crystal
chandelier
hung
from
the
ceiling
,
more
portraits
against
the
dark
purple
walls
.
Two
figures
rose
from
chairs
in
front
of
an
ornate
marble
fireplace
as
the
prisoners
were
forced
into
the
room
by
the
Snatchers
.
