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Relief
broke
across
her
face
,
all
tension
drained
from
it
.
"
Good
,
"
she
said
,
and
with
a
casual
flick
of
her
wand
she
slashed
another
deep
cut
into
the
goblin
's
face
,
and
he
dropped
with
a
yell
at
her
feet
.
She
kicked
him
aside
.
"
And
now
,
"
she
said
in
a
voice
that
burst
with
triumph
,
"
we
call
the
Dark
Lord
!
"
And
she
pushed
back
her
sleeve
and
touched
her
forefinger
to
the
Dark
Mark
.
At
once
,
Harry
's
scar
felt
as
though
it
had
split
open
again
.
His
true
surroundings
vanished
:
He
was
Voldemort
,
and
the
skeletal
wizard
before
him
was
laughing
toothlessly
at
him
;
he
was
enraged
at
the
summons
he
felt
--
he
had
warned
them
,
he
had
told
them
to
summon
him
for
nothing
less
than
Potter
.
If
they
were
mistaken
...
"
Kill
me
,
then
!
"
demanded
the
old
man
.
"
You
will
not
win
,
you
can
not
win
!
That
wand
will
never
,
ever
be
yours
--
"
And
Voldemort
's
fury
broke
:
A
burst
of
green
light
filled
the
prison
room
and
the
frail
old
body
was
lifted
from
its
hard
bed
and
then
fell
back
,
lifeless
,
and
Voldemort
returned
to
the
window
,
his
wrath
barely
controllable
...
They
would
suffer
his
retribution
if
they
had
no
good
reason
for
calling
him
back
...
"
And
I
think
,
"
said
Bellatrix
's
voice
,
"
we
can
dispose
of
the
Mudblood
.
Greyback
,
take
her
if
you
want
her
.
"
"
NOOOOOOOOOOOO
!
"
Ron
had
burst
into
the
drawing
room
;
Bellatrix
looked
around
,
shocked
;
she
turned
her
wand
to
face
Ron
instead
--
