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"
This
is
nothing
to
do
with
you
,
you
did
not
capture
the
boy
--
"
"
Begging
your
pardon
,
Mr.
Malfoy
,
"
interjected
Greyback
,
"
but
it
's
us
that
caught
Potter
,
and
it
's
us
that
'll
be
claiming
the
gold
--
"
"
Gold
!
"
laughed
Bellatrix
,
still
attempting
to
throw
off
her
brother-in-law
,
her
free
hand
groping
in
her
pocket
for
her
wand
.
"
Take
your
gold
,
filthy
scavenger
,
what
do
I
want
with
gold
?
I
seek
only
the
honor
of
his
--
of
--
"
She
stopped
struggling
,
her
dark
eyes
fixed
upon
something
Harry
could
not
see
.
Jubilant
at
her
capitulation
,
Lucius
threw
her
hand
from
him
and
ripped
up
his
own
sleeve
--
"
STOP
!
"
shrieked
Bellatrix
,
"
Do
not
touch
it
,
we
shall
all
perish
if
the
Dark
Lord
comes
now
!
"
Lucius
froze
,
his
index
finger
hovering
over
his
own
Mark
.
Bellatrix
strode
out
of
Harry
's
limited
line
of
vision
.
"
What
is
that
?
"
he
heard
her
say
.
"
Sword
,
"
grunted
an
out-of-sight
Snatcher
.
"
Give
it
to
me
.
"
