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Narcissa
hesitated
for
a
moment
,
then
addressed
the
werewolf
.
"
Take
these
prisoners
down
to
the
cellar
,
Greyback
.
"
"
Wait
,
"
said
Bellatrix
sharply
.
"
All
except
...
except
for
the
Mudblood
.
"
Greyback
gave
a
grunt
of
pleasure
.
"
No
!
"
shouted
Ron
.
"
You
can
have
me
,
keep
me
!
"
Bellatrix
hit
him
across
the
face
:
the
blow
echoed
around
the
room
.
"
If
she
dies
under
questioning
,
I
'll
take
you
next
,
"
she
said
.
"
Blood
traitor
is
next
to
Mudblood
in
my
book
.
Take
them
downstairs
,
Greyback
,
and
make
sure
they
are
secure
,
but
do
nothing
more
to
them
--
yet
.
"
She
threw
Greyback
's
wand
back
to
him
,
then
took
a
short
silver
knife
from
under
her
robes
.
She
cut
Hermione
free
from
the
other
prisoners
,
then
dragged
her
by
the
hair
into
the
middle
of
the
room
,
while
Greyback
forced
the
rest
of
them
to
shuffle
across
to
another
door
,
into
a
dark
passageway
,
his
wand
held
out
in
front
of
him
,
projecting
an
invisible
and
irresistible
force
.
"
Reckon
she
'll
let
me
have
a
bit
of
the
girl
when
she
's
finished
with
her
?
"
Greyback
crooned
as
he
forced
them
along
the
corridor
.
"
I
'd
say
I
'll
get
a
bite
or
two
,
would
n't
you
,
ginger
?
"
Harry
could
feel
Ron
shaking
.
They
were
forced
down
a
steep
flight
of
stairs
,
still
tied
back-to-back
and
in
danger
of
slipping
and
breaking
their
necks
at
any
moment
.
At
the
bottom
was
a
heavy
door
.
Greyback
unlocked
it
with
a
tap
of
his
wand
,
then
forced
them
into
a
dank
and
musty
room
and
left
them
in
total
darkness
.
The
echoing
bang
of
the
slammed
cellar
door
had
not
died
away
before
there
was
a
terrible
,
drawn
out
scream
from
directly
above
them
.
