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"
What
is
this
?
"
The
dreadfully
familiar
,
drawling
voice
of
Lucius
Malfoy
fell
on
Harry
's
ears
.
He
was
panicking
now
.
He
could
see
no
way
out
,
and
it
was
easier
,
as
his
fear
mounted
,
to
block
out
Voldemort
's
thoughts
,
though
his
scar
was
still
burning
.
"
They
say
they
've
got
Potter
,
"
said
Narcissa
's
cold
voice
.
"
Draco
,
come
here
.
"
Harry
did
not
dare
look
directly
at
Draco
,
but
saw
him
obliquely
;
a
figure
slightly
taller
than
he
was
,
rising
from
an
armchair
,
his
face
a
pale
and
pointed
blur
beneath
white-blond
hair
.
Greyback
forced
the
prisoners
to
turn
again
so
as
to
place
Harry
directly
beneath
the
chandelier
.
"
Well
,
boy
?
"
rasped
the
werewolf
.
Harry
was
facing
a
mirror
over
the
fireplace
,
a
great
gilded
thing
in
an
intricately
scrolled
frame
.
Through
the
slits
of
his
eyes
he
saw
his
own
reflection
for
the
first
time
since
leaving
Grimmauld
Place
.
His
face
was
huge
,
shiny
,
and
pink
,
every
feature
distorted
by
Hermione
's
jinx
.
His
black
hair
reached
his
shoulders
and
there
was
a
dark
shadow
around
his
jaw
.
Had
he
not
known
that
it
was
he
who
stood
there
,
he
would
have
wondered
who
was
wearing
his
glasses
.
He
resolved
not
to
speak
,
for
his
voice
was
sure
to
give
him
away
;
yet
he
still
avoided
eye
contact
with
Draco
as
the
latter
approached
.
"
Well
,
Draco
?
"
said
Lucius
Malfoy
.
He
sounded
avid
.
"
Is
it
?
Is
it
Harry
Potter
?
"
"
I
ca
n't
--
I
ca
n't
be
sure
,
"
said
Draco
.
He
was
keeping
his
distance
from
Greyback
,
and
seemed
as
scared
of
looking
at
Harry
as
Harry
was
of
looking
at
him
.
