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His
body
felt
smooth
,
powerful
and
flexible
.
He
was
gliding
between
shining
metal
bars
,
across
dark
,
cold
stone
...
he
was
flat
against
the
floor
,
sliding
along
on
his
belly
...
it
was
dark
,
yet
he
could
see
objects
around
him
shimmering
in
strange
,
vibrant
colours
...
he
was
turning
his
head
...
at
first
glance
the
corridor
was
empty
...
but
no
...
a
man
was
sitting
on
the
floor
ahead
,
his
chin
drooping
on
to
his
chest
,
his
outline
gleaming
in
the
dark
...
Harry
put
out
his
tongue
...
he
tasted
the
man
's
scent
on
the
air
...
he
was
alive
but
drowsy
...
sitting
in
front
of
a
door
at
the
end
of
the
corridor
.
.
Harry
longed
to
bite
the
man
...
but
he
must
master
the
impulse
...
he
had
more
important
work
to
do
...
But
the
man
was
stirring
...
a
silver
Cloak
fell
from
his
legs
as
he
jumped
to
his
feet
;
and
Harry
saw
his
vibrant
,
blurred
outline
towering
above
him
,
saw
a
wand
withdrawn
from
a
belt
...
he
had
no
choice
...
he
reared
high
from
the
floor
and
struck
once
,
twice
,
three
times
,
plunging
his
fangs
deeply
into
the
man
's
flesh
,
feeling
his
ribs
splinter
beneath
his
jaws
,
feeling
the
warm
gush
of
blood
...
The
man
was
yelling
in
pain
...
then
he
fell
silent
...
he
slumped
backwards
against
the
wall
...
blood
was
splattering
on
to
the
floor
...
His
forehead
hurt
terribly
...
it
was
aching
fit
to
burst
...
'
Harry
!
HARRY
!
'
He
opened
his
eyes
.
Every
inch
of
his
body
was
covered
in
icy
sweat
;
his
bed
covers
were
twisted
all
around
him
like
a
strait-jacket
;
he
felt
as
though
a
white-hot
poker
were
being
applied
to
his
forehead
.
'
Harry
!
'
