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"
It
's
not
yours
,
missus
,
it
's
mine
,
I
reckon
I
found
it
.
"
There
was
a
bang
and
a
flash
of
red
light
;
Harry
knew
that
the
Snatcher
had
been
Stunned
.
There
was
a
roar
of
anger
from
his
fellows
:
Scabior
drew
his
wand
.
"
What
d'you
think
you
're
playing
at
,
woman
?
"
"
Stupefy
!
"
she
screamed
,
"
Stupefy
!
"
They
were
no
match
for
her
,
even
thought
there
were
four
of
them
against
one
of
her
:
She
was
a
witch
,
as
Harry
knew
,
with
prodigious
skill
and
no
conscience
.
They
fell
where
they
stood
,
all
except
Greyback
,
who
had
been
forced
into
a
kneeling
position
,
his
arms
outstretched
.
Out
of
the
corners
of
his
eyes
Harry
saw
Bellatrix
bearing
down
upon
the
werewolf
,
the
sword
of
Gryffindor
gripped
tightly
in
her
hand
,
her
face
waxen
.
"
Where
did
you
get
this
sword
?
"
she
whispered
to
Greyback
as
she
pulled
his
wand
out
of
his
unresisting
grip
.
"
How
dare
you
?
"
he
snarled
,
his
mouth
the
only
thing
that
could
move
as
he
was
forced
to
gaze
up
at
her
.
He
bared
his
pointed
teeth
.
"
Release
me
,
woman
!
"
"
Where
did
you
find
this
sword
?
"
she
repeated
,
brandishing
it
in
his
face
,
"
Snape
sent
it
to
my
vault
in
Gringotts
!
"
"
It
was
in
their
tent
,
"
rasped
Greyback
.
"
Release
me
,
I
say
!
"
