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A
woman
spoke
,
and
the
sound
of
the
voice
wound
Harry
's
fear
to
an
even
higher
pitch
.
"
What
is
this
?
What
's
happened
,
Cissy
?
"
Bellatrix
Lestrange
walked
slowly
around
the
prisoners
,
and
stopped
on
Harry
's
right
,
staring
at
Hermione
through
her
heavily
lidded
eyes
.
"
But
surely
,
"
she
said
quietly
,
"
this
is
the
Mudblood
girl
?
This
is
Grander
?
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
it
's
Granger
!
"
cried
Lucius
,
"
And
beside
her
,
we
think
,
Potter
!
Potter
and
his
friends
,
caught
at
last
!
"
"
Potter
?
"
shrieked
Bellatrix
,
and
she
backed
away
,
the
better
to
take
in
Harry
.
"
Are
you
sure
?
Well
then
,
the
Dark
Lord
must
be
informed
at
once
!
"
She
dragged
back
her
left
sleeve
:
Harry
saw
the
Dark
Mark
burned
into
the
flesh
of
her
arm
,
and
knew
that
she
was
about
to
touch
it
,
to
summon
her
beloved
master
--
"
I
was
about
to
call
him
!
"
said
Lucius
,
and
his
hand
actually
closed
upon
Bellatrix
's
wrist
,
preventing
her
from
touching
the
Mark
.
"
I
shall
summon
him
,
Bella
.
Potter
has
been
brought
to
my
house
,
and
it
is
therefore
upon
my
authority
--
"
"
Your
authority
!
"
she
sneered
,
attempting
to
wrench
her
hand
from
his
grasp
.
"
You
lost
your
authority
when
you
lost
your
wand
,
Lucius
!
How
dare
you
!
Take
your
hands
off
me
!
"
