Harry1 looked around at the other two, now mere2 outlines in the darkness. He saw Hermione point her wand, set toward the outside, but into his face; there was a bang, a burst of white light, and he buckled3 in agony, unable to see. He could feel his face swelling4 rapidly under his hands as heavy footfalls surrounded him.
“Get up, vermin.”
Unknown hands dragged Harry roughly off the ground, before he could stop them, someone had rummaged5 through his pockets and removed the blackthorn wand. Harry clutched at his excruciatingly painful face, which felt unrecognizable beneath his fingers, tight, swollen6, and puffy as though he had suffered some violent allergic7 reaction. His eyes had been reduced to slits8 through which he could barely see; his glasses fell off as he was bundled out of the tent: all he could make out were the blurred11 shapes of four or five people wrestling Ron and Hermione outside too.
“Get – off – her!” Ron shouted. There was the unmistakable sound of knuckles12 hitting flesh: Ron grunted14 in pain and Hermione screamed, “No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!”
“Your boyfriend’s going to have worse than that done to him if he’s on my list,” said the horribly familiar, rasping voice. “Delicious girl… what a treat… I do enjoy the softness of the skin….”
Harry’s stomach turned over. He knew who this was, Fenrit Greyback, the werewolf who was permitted to wear Death Eater robes in return for his hired savagery15.
“Search the tent!” said another voice.
Harry was thrown face down onto the ground. A thud told him that Ron had been cast down beside him. They could hear footsteps and crashes; the men were pushing over chairs inside the tent as they searched.
“Now, let’s see who we’ve got,” said Greyback’s gloating voice from overhead, and Harry was rolled over onto his back. A beam of wand light fell onto his face and Greyback laughed.
“I’ll be needing butterbeer to wash this one down. What happened to you, ugly?“
Harry did not answer immediately.
“I said,“ repeated Greyback, and Harry received a blow to the diaphragm that made him double over in pain. ”what happened to you?“
“Stung.” Harry muttered. “Been Stung.”
“Yeah, looks like it.” said a second voice.
“What’s your name?” snarled16 Greyback.
“Dudley.” said Harry.
“And your first name?”
“I – Vernon. Vernon Dudley.”
“Check the list, Scabior.” said Greyback, and Harry head him move sideways to look down at Ron, instead. “And what about you, ginger17?”
“Stan Shunpike.” said Ron.
“Like ‘ell you are.” said the man called Scabior. “We know Stan Shunpike, ‘e’s put a bit of work our way.”
There was another thud.
“I’b Bardy,” said Ron, and Harry could tell that his mouth was full of blood. “Bardy Weasley.”
“A Weasley?“ rasped Greyback. ”So you’re related to blood traitors19 even if you’re not a Mudblood. And lastly, your pretty little friend…“ The relish20 in his voice made Harry’s flesh crawl.
“Easy, Greyback.” said Scabior over the jeering21 of the others.
“Oh, I’m not going to bite just yet. We’ll see if she’s a bit quicker at remembering her name than Barny. Who are you, girly?”
“Penelope Clearwater.” said Hermione. She sounded terrified, but convincing.
“What’s your blood status?”
“Half-Blood.” said Hermione.
“Easy enough to check,” said Scabior. “But the ‘ole lot of ‘em look like they could still be ‘ogwarts age – ”
“We’b lebt,” said Ron.
“Left, ‘ave you, ginger?” said Scabior. “And you decided22 to go camping? And you thought, just for a laugh, you’d use the Dark Lords name?”
“Nod a laugh,” said Ron. “Aggiden.”
“Accident?” There was more jeering laughter.
“You know who used to like using the Dark Lord’s name, Weasley?” growled23 Greyback, “The Order of the Phoenix24. Mean anything to you?”
“Doh.”
“Well, they don’t show the Dark Lord proper respect, so the name’s been Tabooed. A few Order members have been tracked that way. We’ll see. Bind25 them up with the other two prisoners!”
Someone yanked Harry up by the hair, dragged him a short way, pushed him down into a sitting position, then started binding26 him back-to-back with other people. Harry was still half blind, barely able to see anything through his puffed-up eyes. When at last the man tying then had walked away, Harry whispered to the other prisoners.
“Anyone still got a wand?”
“No.” Said Ron and Hermione from either side of him.
“This is all my fault. I said the name. I’m sorry – ”
“Harry?”
It was a new, but familiar voice. and it came from directly behind Harry, from the person tied to Hermione’s left.
“Dean?”
“It is you! If they find out who they’ve got -! They’re Snatchers, they’re only looking for truants27 to sell for gold – “
“Not a bad little haul for one night.” Greyback was saying, as a pair of hobnailed boots marched close by Harry and they heard more crashes from inside the tent. “A Mudblood, a runaway28 goblin, and these truants. You checked their names on the list yet, Scabior?” he roared.
“Yeah. There’s no Vernon Dudley un ‘ere, Greyback.”
“Interesting,” said Greyback. “That’s interesting.”
He crouched29 down beside Harry, who saw, through the infinitesimal gap left between his swollen eyelids30, a face covered in matted gray hair and whiskers, with pointed31 brown teeth and sores in the corners of his mouth. Greyback smelled as he had done at the top of the tower where Dumbledore had died: of dirt, sweat, and blood.
“So you aren’t wanted, then, Vernon? Or are you on that list under a different name? What house were you in at Hogwarts?“
“Slytherin,” said Harry automatically.
“Funny ‘ow they all thinks we wants to ‘ear that.” leered Scabior out of the shadows. “But none of ‘em can tell us where the common room is.”
“It’s in the dungeons32.” said Harry clearly. “You enter through the wall. It’s full of skulls34 and stuff and its under the lake, so the light’s all green,”
There was a short pause.
“Well, well, looks like we really ‘ave caught a little Slytherin.” said Scabior. “Good for you, Vernon, ‘cause there ain’t a lot of Mudblood Slytherins. Who’s your father?”
“He works at the Ministry35,” Harry lied. He knew that his whole story would collapse36 with the smallest investigation37, but on the other hand, he only had until his face regained38 its usual appearance before the game was up in any case. “Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes39.”
“You know what, Greyback,“ said Scabior. ”I think there is a Dudley in there.“
Harry could barely breathe: Could luck, sheer luck, get them safely out of this?
“Well, well.” said Greyback, and Harry could hear the tiniest note of trepidation40 in that callous41 voice, and knew that Greyback was wondering whether he had just indeed just attacked and bound the son of a Ministry Official. Harry’s heart was pounding against the ropes around his ribs42; he would not have been surprised to know that Greyback could see it. “If you’re telling the truth, ugly, you’ve got nothing to fear from a trip to the Ministry. I expect your father’ll reward us just for picking you up.”
“But,” said Harry, his mouth bone dry, “if you just let us – ”
“Hey!“ came a shout from inside the tent. “Look at this. Greyback!”
A dark figure came bustling43 toward them, and Harry saw a glint of silver to the light of their wands. They had found Gryffindor’s sword.
“Ve-e-ery nice,” said Greyback appreciatively, taking it from his companion. “Oh, very nice indeed. Looks goblin-made, that. Where did you get something like this?”
“It’s my father’s,” Harry lied, hoping against hope that it was too dark for Greyback to see the name etched just below the hilt. “We borrowed it to cut firewood – ”
“‘ang on a minute, Greyback! Look at this, in the Prophet!“
As Scabior said it, Harry’s scar, which was stretched tight across his distended44 forehead, burned savagely45. More clearly than he could make out anything around him, he saw a towering building, a grim fortress46, jet-black and forbidding: Voldemort’s thoughts had suddenly become Razor-Sharp again; he was gliding47 toward the gigantic building with a sense of calmly euphoric purpose…
So close… So close… With a huge effort of will Harry closed his mind to Voldemort’s thoughts, pulling himself back to where he sat, tied to Ron, Hermione, Dean, and Griphook in the darkness, listening to Greyback and Scabior.
“‘Hermione Granger,“ Scabior was saying, ”the Mudblood who is known to be traveling with ‘arry Potter.“
Harry’s scar burned in the silence, but he made a supreme48 effort to keep himself present, nor to slip into Voldemort’s mind. He heard the creak of Greyback’s boots as he crouched down, in front of Hermione.
“you know what, little girly? This picture looks a hell of a lot like you.”
“It isn’t! It isn’t me!”
Hermione’s terrified squeak49 was as good as a confession50.
“… known to be traveling with Harry Potter,“ repeated Greyback quietly.
A stillness had settled over the scene. Harry’s scar was Exquisitely51 painful, but he struggled with all his strength against the pull of Voldemort’s thoughts. It had never been so important to remain in his own right mind.
“Well, this changed things, doesn’t it?” whispered Greyback. Nobody spoke52: Harry sensed the gang of Snatchers watching, frozen, and felt Hermione’s arm trembling against his. Greyback got up and took a couple of steps to where Harry sat, crouching53 down again to stare closely at his misshapen features.
“What’s that on your forehead, Vernon?” he asked softly, his breath foul54 in Harry’s nostrils55 as he pressed a filthy56 finger to the taught scar.
“Don’t touch it! Harry yelled; he could not stop himself, he thought he might be sick from the pain of it.”
“I thought you wore glasses, Potter?” breathed Greyback.
“I found glasses!” yelped57 one of the Snatchers skulking58 in the background. “There was glasses in the tent, Greyback, wait – ”
And seconds later Harry’s glasses had been rammed59 back onto his face. The Snatchers were closing in now, peering at him.
“It Is!” rasped Greyback. “We’ve caught Potter!”
They all took several steps backward, stunned60 by what they had done. Harry, still fighting to remain present in his own splitting head, could think of nothing to say. Fragmented visions were breaking across the surface of his mind -
–He was hiding around the high walls of the black fortress–
No, he was Harry, tied up and wandless, in grave danger–
–looking up, up to the topmost window, the highest tower–
He was Harry, and they were discussing his fate in low voices–
–Time to fly…
“… To the Ministry?”
“To hell with the Ministry.” growled Greyback. “They’ll take the credit, and we won’t get a look in. I say we take him straight to You-Know-Who.”
“Will you summon ‘im? ‘ere?“ said Scabior, sounding awed61, terrified.
“No,” snarled Greyback, “I haven’t got – they say he’s using the Malfoy’s place as a base. We’ll take the boy there.”
Harry thought he knew why Greyback was not calling Voldemort. The werewolf might be allowed to wear Death Eater robes when they wanted to use him, but only Voldemort’s inner circle were branded with the Dark Mark: Greyback had not been granted this highest honor.
Harry’s scar seared again –
– and he rose into the night, flying straight up to the windows at the very top of the tower –
“… completely sure it’s him? ‘Cause if it ain’t, Greyback, we’re dead.”
“Who’s in charge here?” roared Greyback, covering his moment of inadequacy62. “I say that’s Potter, and him plus his wand, that’s two hundred thousand Galleons63 right there! But if you’re too gutless to come along, any of you, it’s all for me, and with any luck, I’ll get the girl thrown in!”
– The window was the merest slit9 in the black rock, not big enough for a man to enter…. A skeletal figure was just visible through it, curled beneath a blanket…. Dead, or sleeping…?
“All right!” said Scabior. “All right, we’re in! And what about the rest of ‘em, Greyback, what’ll we do with ‘em?”
“Might as well take the lot. We’ve got two Mudbloods, that’s another ten Galleons. Give me the sword as well. If they’re rubies64, that’s another small fortune right there.“
The prisoners were dragged to their feet. Harry could hear Hermione’s breathing, fast and terrified.
“Grab hold and make it tight. I’ll do Potter!“ said Greyback, seizing a fistful of Harry’s hair; Harry could feel his long yellow nails scratching his scalp. ”On three! One – two – three – “
They Disapparated, pulling the prisoners with them. Harry struggled, trying to throw off Greyback’s hand, but it was hopeless: Ron and Hermione were squeezed tightly against him on either side; he could not separate from the group, and as the breath was squeezed out of him his scar seared more painfully still –
– as he forced himself through the slit of a window like a snake and landed, lightly as vapor65 inside the cell-like room –
The prisoners lurched into one another as they landed in a country lane. Harry’s eyes, still puffy, took a moment to acclimatize, then he saw a pair of wrought-iron gates at the foot of what looked like a long drive. He experienced the tiniest trickle66 of relief. The worst had not happened yet: Voldemort was not here. He was, Harry knew, for he was fighting to resist the vision, in some strange, fortresslike place, at the top of a tower. How long it would take Voldemort to get to this place, once he knew that Harry was here, was another matter….
One of the Snatchers strode to the gates and shook them.
“How do we get in? They’re locked, Greyback, I can’t – blimey!”
He whipped his hands away in fright. The iron was contorting, twisting itself out of the abstract furls and coils into a frightening face, which spoke in a clanging, echoing voice. “State your purpose!”
“We’ve got Potter!“ Greyback roared triumphantly67. ”We’ve captured Harry Potter!“
The gates swung open.
“Come on!“ said Greyback to his men, and the prisoners were shunted through the gates and up the drive, between high hedges that muffled68 their footsteps. Harry saw a ghostly white shape above him, and realized it was an albino peacock. He stumbled and was dragged onto his feet by Greyback; now he was staggering along sideways, tied back-to-back to the four other prisoner. Closing his puffy eyes, he allowed the pain in his scar to overcome him for a moment, wanting to know what Voldemort was doing, whether he knew yet that Harry was caught….
The emaciated69 figure stirred beneath its thin blanket and rolled over toward him, eyes opening in a skull33 of a face…. The frail70 man sat up, great sunken eyes fixed71 upon him, upon Voldemort, and then he smiled. Most of his teeth were gone….
“So, you have come. I thought you would… one day. But your journey was pointless. I never had it.”
“You lie!”
As Voldemort’s anger throbbed72 inside him, Harry’s scar threatened to burst with pain, and he wrenched74 his mind back to his own body, fighting to remain present as the prisoners were pushed over gravel75.
Light spilled out over all of them.
“What is this?” said a woman’s cold voice.
“We’re here to see He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!” rasped Greyback.
“Who are you?”
“You know me!” There was resentment76 in the werewolf’s voice. “Fenrit Greyback! We’ve caught Harry Potter!”
Greyback seized Harry and dragged him around to face the light, forcing the other prisoners to shuffle77 around too.
“I know ‘es swollen, ma’am, but it’s ‘im!” piped up Scabior. “If you look a bit closer, you’ll see ‘is scar. And this ‘ere, see the girl? The Mudblood who’s been traveling around with ‘im, ma’am. There’s no doubt it’s ‘im, and we’ve got ‘is wand as well! ‘Ere, ma’am – ”
Through his puffy eyelids Harry saw Narcissa Malfoy scrutinizing78 his swollen face. Scabior thrust the blackthorn wand at her. She raised her eyebrows79.
“Bring them in,” she said.
Harry and the others were shoved and kicked up broad stone steps into a hallway lined with portraits.
“Follow me,” said Narcissa, leading the way across the hall. “My son, Draco, is home for his Easter holidays. If that is Harry Potter, he will know.”
The drawing room dazzled after the darkness outside; even with his eyes almost closed Harry could make out the wide proportions of the room. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, more portraits against the dark purple walls. Two figures rose from chairs in front of an ornate marble fireplace as the prisoners were forced into the room by the Snatchers.
“What is this?”
The dreadfully familiar, drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy fell on Harry’s ears. He was panicking now. He could see no way out, and it was easier, as his fear mounted, to block out Voldemort’s thoughts, though his scar was still burning.
“They say they’ve got Potter,“ said Narcissa’s cold voice. ”Draco, come here.“
Harry did not dare look directly at Draco, but saw him obliquely80; a figure slightly taller than he was, rising from an armchair, his face a pale and pointed blur10 beneath white-blond hair.
Greyback forced the prisoners to turn again so as to place Harry directly beneath the chandelier.
“Well, boy?” rasped the werewolf.
Harry was facing a mirror over the fireplace, a great gilded81 thing in an intricately scrolled82 frame. Through the slits of his eyes he saw his own reflection for the first time since leaving Grimmauld Place.
His face was huge, shiny, and pink, every feature distorted by Hermione’s jinx. His black hair reached his shoulders and there was a dark shadow around his jaw83. Had he not known that it was he who stood there, he would have wondered who was wearing his glasses. He resolved not to speak, for his voice was sure to give him away; yet he still avoided eye contact with Draco as the latter approached.
“Well, Draco?” said Lucius Malfoy. He sounded avid84. “Is it? Is it Harry Potter?”
“I can’t – I can’t be sure,“ said Draco. He was keeping his distance from Greyback, and seemed as scared of looking at Harry as Harry was of looking at him.
“But look at him carefully, look! Come closer!”
Harry had never heard Lucius Malfoy so excited.
“Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiv – ”
“Now, we won’t be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope Mr. Malfoy?” said Greyback menacingly.
“Of course not, of course not!“ said Lucius impatiently. He approached Harry himself, came so close that Harry could see the usually languid, pale face in sharp detail even through his swollen eyes. With his face a puffy mask, Harry felt as though he was peering out from between the bars of a cage.
“What did you do to him?” Lucius asked Greyback. “How did he get into this state?”
“That wasn’t us.”
“Looks more like a Stinging Jinx to me,” said Lucius.
His gray eyes raked Harry’s forehead.
“There’s something there,” he whispered. “it could be the scar, stretched tight….”
“Draco, come here, look properly! What do you think?”
Harry saw Draco’s face up close now, right beside his father’s. They were extraordinarily85 alike, except that while his father looked beside himself with excitement, Draco’s expression was full of reluctance86, even fear.
“I don’t know,” he said, and he walked away toward the fireplace where his mother stood watching.
“We had better be certain, Lucius,“ Narcissa called to her husband in her cold, clear voice. ”Completely sure that it is Potter, before we summon the Dark Lord… They say this is his“ – she was looking closely at the blackthorn wand – ”but it does not resemble Ollivander’s description…. If we are mistaken, if we call the Dark Lord here for nothing… Remember what he did to Rowle and Dolohov?“
“What about the Mudblood, then?” growled Greyback. Harry was nearly thrown off his feet as the Snatchers forced the prisoners to swivel around again, so that the light fell on Hermione instead.
“Wait,“ said Narcissa sharply. “Yes – yes, she was in Madam Malkin’s with Potter! I saw her picture in the Prophet! Look, Draco, isn’t it the Granger girl?”
“I… maybe… yeah.”
“But then, that’s the Weasley boy!” shouted Lucius, striding around the bound prisoners to face Ron. “It’s them, Potter’s friends – Draco, look at him, isn’t it Arthur Weasley’s son, what’s his name –?”
“Yeah,” said Draco again, his back to the prisoners. “It could be.”
The drawing room door opened behind Harry. A woman spoke, and the sound of the voice wound Harry’s fear to an even higher pitch.
“What is this? What’s happened, Cissy?”
Bellatrix Lestrange walked slowly around the prisoners, and stopped on Harry’s right, staring at Hermione through her heavily lidded eyes, “But surely,” she said quietly, “this is the Mudblood girl? This is Grander?”
“Yes, yes, it’s Granger!” cried Lucius, “And beside her, we think, Potter! Potter and his friends, caught at last!”
“Potter?” shrieked87 Bellatrix, and she backed away, the better to take in Harry.
“Are you sure? Well then, the Dark Lord must be informed at once!”
She dragged back her left sleeve: Harry saw the Dark Mark burned into the flesh of her arm, and knew that she was about to touch it, to summon her beloved master–
“I was about to call him!“ said Lucius, and his hand actually closed upon Bellatrix’s wrist, preventing her from touching88 the Mark. ”I shall summon him, Bella. Potter has been brought to my house, and it is therefore upon my authority – “
“Your authority!” she sneered89, attempting to wrench73 her hand from his grasp. “You lost your authority when you lost your wand, Lucius! How dare you! Take your hands off me!”
“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 scavenger90, 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 hovering91 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.”
“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 prodigious92 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, brandishing93 it in his face, “Snape sent it to my vault94 in Gringotts!”
“It was in their tent,” rasped Greyback. “Release me, I say!”
She waved her wand, and the werewolf sprang to his feet, but appeared too wary95 to approach her. He prowled behind an armchair, his filthy curved nails clutching its back.
“Draco, move this scum outside,” said Bellatrix, indicating the unconscious men. “If you haven’t got the guts96 to finish them, then leave them in the courtyard for me.”
“Don’t you dare speak to Draco like – ” said Narcissa furiously, but Bellatrix screamed.
“Be quiet! The situation is graver than you can possibly imagine, Cissy! We have a very serious problem!”
She stood, panting slightly, looking down at the sword, examining its hilt. Then she turned to look at the silent prisoners.
“If it is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed,” she muttered, more to herself than to the others. “The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself…. But if he finds out… I must… I must know….”
She turned back to her sister again.
“The prisoners must be placed in the cellar, while I think what to do!”
“This is my house, Bella, you don’t give orders in my – ”
“Do it! You have no idea of the danger we’re in!“ shrieked Bellatrix. She looked frightening, mad; a thin stream of fire issued from her wand and burned a hole in the carpet.
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 grunt13 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 traitor18 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 irresistible97 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, wouldn’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, drawn98 out scream from directly above them.
“HERMIONE!“ Ron bellowed99, and he started to writhe100 and struggle against the ropes tying them together, so that Harry staggered. “HERMIONE!”
“Be quiet!” Harry said. “Shut up. Ron, we need to work out a way – ”
“HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”
“We need a plan, stop yelling – we need to get these ropes off – ”
“Harry?” came a whisper through the darkness. “Ron? Is that you?”
Ron stopped shouting. There was a sound of movement close by them, then Harry saw a shadow moving closer.
“Harry? Ron?”
“Luna?“
“Yes, it’s me! Oh no, I didn’t want you to be caught!”
“Luna, can you help us get these ropes off?“ said Harry.
“Oh yes, I expect so…. There’s an old nail we use if we need to break anything…. Just a moment…”
Hermione screamed again from overhead, and they could hear Bellatrix screaming too, but her words were inaudible, for Ron shouted again, “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”
“Mr. Ollivander?“ Harry could hear Luna saying. ”Mr. Ollivander, have you got the nail? If you just move over a little bit… I think it was beside the water jug101.“
She was back within seconds.
“You’ll need to stay still,” she said.
Harry could feel her digging at the rope’s tough fibers102 to work the knots free. From upstairs they heard Bellatrix’s voice.
“I’m going to ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?“
“We found it – we found it – PLEASE!” Hermione screamed again; Ron struggled harder than ever, and the rusty103 nail slipped onto Harry’s wrist.
“Ron, please stay still!” Luna whispered. “I can’t see what I’m doing – ”
“My pocket!” said Ron, “In my pocket, there’s a Deluminator, and it’s full of light!”
A few seconds later, there was a click, and the luminescent spheres the Deluminator had sucked from the lamps in the tent flew into the cellar: Unable to rejoin their sources, they simply hung there, like tiny suns, flooding the underground room with light. Harry saw Luna, all eyes in her white face, and the motionless figure of Ollivander the wandmaker, curled up on the floor in the corner. Craning around, he caught sight of their fellow prisoners: Dean and Griphook the goblin, who seemed barely conscious, kept standing104 by the ropes that bound him to the humans.
“Oh, that’s much easier, thanks, Ron,” said Luna, and she began hacking105 at their bindings again. “Hello, Dean!”
From above came Bellatrix’s voice.
“You’re lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!“
Another terrible scream–
“HERMIONE!”
“What else did you take? What else have you got? Tell me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife!”
“There!”
Harry felt the ropes fall away and turned, rubbing his wrists, to see Ron running around the cellar, looking up at the low ceiling, searching for a trapdoor. Dean, his face bruised106 and bloody107, said “Thanks” to Luna and stood there, shivering, but Griphook sank onto the cellar floor, looking groggy108 and disoriented, many welts across his swarthy face.
Ron was now trying to Disapparate without a wand.
“There’s no way out, Ron,“ said Luna, watching his fruitless efforts. ”The cellar is completely escape-proof. I tried, at first. Mr. Ollivander has been here for a long time, he’s tried everything.“
Hermione was screaming again: The sound went through Harry like physical pain. Barely conscious of the fierce prickling of his scar, he too started to run around the cellar, feeling the walls for he hardly knew what, knowing in his heart that it was useless.
“What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!“
Hermione’s screams echoed off the walls upstairs, Ron was half sobbing109 as he pounded the walls with his fists, and Harry in utter desperation seized Hagrid’s pouch110 from around his neck and groped inside it: He pulled out Dumbledore’s Snitch and shook it, hoping for he did not know what – nothing happened – he waved the broken halves of the phoenix wand, but they were lifeless – the mirror fragment fell sparkling to the floor, and he saw a gleam of brightest blue –
Dumbledore’s eye was gazing at him out of the mirror.
“Help us!” he yelled at it in mad desperation. “We’re in the cellar of Malfoy Manor111, help us!”
The eye blinked and was gone.
Harry was not even sure that it had really been there. He tilted112 the shard113 of mirror this way and that, and saw nothing reflected there but the walls and ceiling of their prison, and upstairs Hermione was screaming worse than ever, and next to him Ron was bellowing114, “HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”
“How did you get into my vault?” they heard Bellatrix scream. “Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?”
“We only met him tonight!” Hermione sobbed115. “We’ve never been inside your vault…. It isn’t the real sword! It’s a copy, just a copy!”
“A copy?” screeched116 Bellatrix. “Oh, a likely story!”
“But we can find out easily!” came Lucius’s voice. “Draco, fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real or not!”
Harry dashed across the cellar to where Griphook was huddled117 on the floor.
“Griphook,” he whispered into the goblin’s pointed ear, “you must tell them that sword’s a fake, they mustn’t know it’s the real one, Griphook, please – ”
He could hear someone scuttling118 own the cellar steps; next moment, Draco’s shaking voice spoke from behind the door.
“Stand back. Line up against the back wall. Don’t try anything, or I’ll kill you!”
They did as they were bidden; as the lock turned, Ron clicked the Deluminator and the lights whisked back into his pocket, restoring the cellar’s darkness. The door flew open; Malfoy marched inside, wand held out in front of him, pale and determined119. He seized the little goblin by the arm and backed out again, dragging Griphook with him. The door slammed shut and at the same moment a loud crack echoed inside the cellar.
Ron clicked the Deluminator. Three balls of light flew back into the air from his pocket, revealing Dobby the house-elf, who had just Apparated into their midst.
“DOB –!”
Harry hit Ron on the arm to stop him shouting, and Ron looked terrified at his mistake. Footsteps crossed the ceiling overhead: Draco marching Griphook to Bellatrix.
Dobby’s enormous, tennis-ball shaped eyes were wide; he was trembling from his feet to the tips of his ears. He was back in the home of his old masters, and it was clear that he was petrified120.
“Harry Potter,” he squeaked121 in the tiniest quiver of a voice, “Dobby has come to rescue you.”
“But how did you –?”
An awful scream drowned Harry’s words: Hermione was being tortured again. He cut to the essentials.
“You can Disapparate out of this cellar?” he asked Dobby, who nodded, his ears flapping.
“And you can take humans with you?”
Dobby nodded again.
“Right. Dobby, I want you to grab Luna, Dean, and Mr. Ollivander, and take them – take them to – “
“Bill and Fleur’s,” said Ron. “Shell Cottage on the outskirts122 of Tinworth!”
The elf nodded for a third time.
“And then come back,” said Harry. “Can you do that, Dobby?”
“Of course, Harry Potter,” whispered the little elf. He hurried over to Mr. Ollivander, who appeared to be barely conscious. He took one of the wandmaker’s hands in his own, then held out the other to Luna and Dean, neither of whom moved.
“Harry, we want to help you!” Luna whispered.
“We can’t leave you here,” said Dean.
“Go, both of you! We’ll see you at Bill and Fleur’s.”
As Harry spoke, his scar burned worse than ever, and for a few seconds he looked down, not upon the wandmaker, but on another man who was just as old, just as thin, but laughing scornfully.
“Kill me, then. Voldemort, I welcome death! But my death will not bring you what you seek…. There is so much you do not understand…”
He felt Voldemort’s fury, but as Hermione screamed again he shut it out, returning to the cellar and the horror of his own present.
“Go!” Harry beseeched to Luna and Dean. “Go! We’ll follow, just go!”
They caught hold of the elf’s outstretched fingers. There was another loud crack, and Dobby, Luna, Dean, and Ollivander vanished.
“What was that?” shouted Lucius Malfoy from over their heads. “Did you hear that? What was that noise in the cellar?”
Harry and Ron stared at each other.
“Draco – no, call Wormtail! Make him go and check!”
Footsteps crossed the room overhead, then there was silence. Harry knew that the people in the drawing room were listening for more noises from the cellar.
“We’re going to have to try and tackle him,” he whispered to Ron. They had no choice: The moment anyone entered the room and saw the absence of three prisoners, they were lost. “Leave the lights on,” Harry added, and as they heard someone descending123 the steps outside the door, they backed against the wall on either side of it.
“Stand back,” came Wormtail’s voice. “Stand away from the door. I’m coming in.”
The door flew open. For a split second Wormtail gazed into the apparently124 empty cellar, ablaze125 with light from the three miniature suns floating in midair. Then Harry and Ron launched themselves upon him. Ron seized Wormtail’s wand arm and forced it upwards126. Harry slapped a hand to his mouth, muffling127 his voice. Silently they struggled: Wormtail’s wand emitted sparks; his silver hand closed around Harry’s throat.
“What is it, Wormtail?” called Lucius Malfoy from above.
“Nothing!” Ron called back, in a passable imitation of Wormtail’s wheezy voice. “All fine!”
Harry could barely breathe.
“You’re going to kill me?” Harry choked, attempting to prise off the metal fingers. “After I saved your life? You owe me, Wormtail!”
The silver fingers slackened. Harry had not expected it: He wrenched himself free, astonished, keeping his hand over Wormtail’s mouth. He saw the ratlike man’s small watery128 eyes widen with fear and surprise: He seemed just as shocked as Harry at what his hand had done, at the tiny, merciful impulse it had betrayed, and he continued to struggle more powerfully, as though to undo129 that moment of weakness.
“And we’ll have that,” whispered Ron, tugging130 Wormtail’s wand from his other hand.
Wandless, helpless, Pettigrew’s pupils dilated132 in terror. His eyes had slid from Harry’s face to something else. His own silver fingers were moving inexorably toward his own throat.
“No – ”
Without pausing to think, Harry tried to drag back the hand, but there was no stopping it. The silver tool that Voldemort had given his most cowardly servant had turned upon its disarmed133 and useless owner; Pettigrew was reaping his reward for his hesitation134, his moment of pity; he was being strangled before their eyes.
“No!”
Ron had released Wormtail too, and together he and Harry tried to pull the crushing metal fingers from around Wormtail’s throat, but it was no use. Pettigrew was turning blue.
“Relashio!” said Ron, pointing the wand at the silver hand, but nothing happened; Pettigrew dropped to his knees, and at the same moment, Hermione gave a dreadful scream from overhead. Wormtail’s eyes rolled upward in his purple face; he gave a last twitch135, and was still.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, then leaving Wormtail’s body on the floor behind them, ran up the stairs and back into the shadowy passageway leading to the drawing room. Cautiously they crept along it until they reached the drawing room door, which was ajar. Now they had a clear view of Bellatrix looking down at Griphook, who was holding Gryffindor’s sword in his long-fingered hands. Hermione was lying at Bellatrix’s feet. She was barely stirring.
“Well?” Bellatrix said to Griphook. “Is it the true sword?”
Harry waited, holding his breath, fighting against the prickling of his scar.
“No,” said Griphook. “It is a fake.”
“Are you sure?” panted Bellatrix. “Quite sure?”
“Yes,” said the goblin.
Relief broke across her face, all tension drained from it.
“Good,” she said, and with a casual flick136 of her wand she slashed137 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 forefinger138 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 enraged139 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 cannot 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 wrath140 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 –
“Expelliarmus!” he roared, pointing Wormtail’s wand at Bellatrix, and hers flew into the air and was caught by Harry, who had sprinted141 after Ron. Lucius, Narcissa, Draco and Greyback wheeled about; Harry yelled, “Stupefy!” and Lucius Malfoy collapsed142 onto the hearth143. Jets of light flew from Draco’s, Narcissa’s, and Greyback’s wands; Harry threw himself to the floor, rolling behind a sofa to avoid them.
“STOP OR SHE DIES!”
Panting, Harry peered around the edge of the sofa. Bellatrix was supporting Hermione, who seemed to be unconscious, and was holding her short silver knife to Hermione’s throat.
“Drop your wands,” she whispered. “Drop them, or we’ll see exactly how filthy her blood is!”
Ron stood rigid144, clutching Wormtail’s wand. Harry straightened up, still holding Bellatrix’s.
“I said, drop them!” she screeched, pressing the blade into Hermione’s throat: Harry saw beads145 of blood appear there.
“All right!” he shouted, and he dropped Bellatrix’s wand onto the floor at his feet, Ron did the same with Wormtail’s. Both raised their hands to shoulder height.
“Good!” she leered. “Draco, pick them up! The Dark Lord is coming, Harry Potter! Your death approaches!”
Harry knew it; his scar was bursting with the pain of it, and he could feel Voldemort flying through the sky from far away, over a dark and stormy sea, and soon he would be close enough to Apparate to them, and Harry could see no way out.
“Now,” said Bellatrix softly, as Draco hurried back to her with the wands. “Cissy, I think we ought to tie these little heroes up again, while Greyback takes care of Miss Mudblood. I am sure the Dark Lord will not begrudge146 you the girl, Greyback, after what you have done tonight.”
At the last word there was a peculiar147 grinding noise from above. All of them looked upward in time to see the crystal chandelier tremble; then, with a creak and an ominous148 jingling149, it began to fall. Bellatrix was directly beneath it; dropping Hermione, she threw herself aside with a scream. The chandelier crashed to the floor in an explosion of crystal and chains, falling on top of Hermione and the goblin, who still clutched the sword of Gryffindor. Glittering shards150 of crystal flew in all directions; Draco doubled over, his hands covering his bloody face.
As Ron ran to pull Hermione out of the wreckage151, Harry took the chance: He leapt over an armchair and wrested152 the three wands from Draco’s grip, pointed all of them at Greyback, and yelled, “Stupefy!” The werewolf was lifted off his feet by the triple spell, flew up to the ceiling and then smashed to the ground.
As Narcissa dragged Draco out of the way of further harm, Bellatrix sprang to her feet, her hair flying as she brandished153 the silver knife; but Narcissa had directed her wand at the doorway154.
“Dobby!” she screamed and even Bellatrix froze. “You! You dropped the chandelier –?”
The tiny elf trotted155 into the room, his shaking finger pointing at his old mistress.
“You must not hurt Harry Potter,” he squeaked.
“Kill him, Cissy!” shrieked Bellatrix, but there was another loud crack, and Narcissa’s wand too flew into the air and landed on the other side of the room.
“You dirty little monkey!” bawled156 Bellatrix. “How dare you take a witch’s wand, how dare you defy your masters?”
“Dobby has no master!” squealed157 the elf. “Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!”
Harry’s scar was blinding him with pain. Dimly he knew that they had moments, seconds before Voldemort was with them.
“Ron, catch – and GO!” he yelled, throwing one of the wands to him; then he bent158 down to tug131 Griphook out from under the chandelier. Hoisting159 the groaning160 goblin, who still clung to the sword, over one shoulder, Harry seized Dobby’s hand and spun161 on the spot to Disapparate.
As he turned into darkness he caught one last view of the drawing room of the pale, frozen figures of Narcissa and Draco, of the streak162 of red that was Ron’s hair, and a blue of flying silver, as Bellatrix’s knife flew across the room at the place where he was vanishing –
Bill and Fleur’s… Shell Cottage… Bill and Fleur’s…
He had disappeared into the unknown; all he could do was repeat the name of the destination and hope that it would suffice to take him there. The pain in his forehead pierced him, and the weight of the goblin bore down upon him; he could feel the blade of Gryffindor’s sword bumping against his back: Dobby’s hand jerked in his; he wondered whether the elf was trying to take charge, to pull them in the right direction, and tried, by squeezing the fingers, to indicate that that was fine with them….
And then they hit solid earth and smelled salty air. Harry fell to his knees, relinquished163 Dobby’s hand, and attempted to lower Griphook gently to the ground.
“Are you all right?” he said as the goblin stirred, but Griphook merely whimpered.
Harry squinted164 around through the darkness. There seemed to be a cottage a short way away under the wide starry165 sky, and he thought he saw movement outside it.
“Dobby, is this Shell Cottage?” he whispered, clutching the two wands he had brought from the Malfoys’, ready to fight if he needed to. “Have we come to the right place? Dobby?”
He looked around. The little elf stood feet from him.
“DOBBY!”
The elf swayed slightly, stars reflected in his wide, shining eyes. Together, he and Harry looked down at the silver hilt of the knife protruding166 from the elf’s heaving chest.
“Dobby – no – HELP!” Harry bellowed toward the cottage, toward the people moving there. “HELP!”
He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes167; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobby’s front, and that he had stretched out his own arms to Harry with a look of supplication168. Harry caught him and laid him sideways on the cool grass.
“Dobby, no, don’t die, don’t die – ”
The elf’s eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words.
“Harry… Potter…”
And then with a little shudder169 the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs170, sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see.
哈利向四周看了看他的两个同伴， 只是在黑暗中看到模糊的影子。 赫敏的魔杖也根本对准得不是外面，而是他的脸。随着一声巨响和一道白光，他痛苦的弯下身子，
看不到任何东西。当沉重的脚步声逐渐包围他的时候，他可以感到脸在手掌下面迅速地膨胀。
“起来，小杂种。”
不知谁的手将哈利粗鲁的拽离地面，在他阻止前，已经有人在翻遍他的口袋并且拿走了他的李木魔杖。哈利极其痛苦地抓着自己的脸，感觉到手指下的脸已经面目全非，
又紧又胀，就像他患上了严重的皮肤过敏。
他的眼睛肿得只能睁开一条缝，几乎无法看见；他的眼镜又在他匆匆逃离帐篷的时候掉了：他唯一能辨认出的是四五个模糊的人影正在外面和罗恩与赫敏扭打着。
“放-开-她!”罗恩叫道。 随着一阵清晰的关节抽打皮肤的声音:罗恩痛得直哼哼，赫敏发出尖叫， “不! 别碰他，别碰他!”
“你的男朋友如果在我的名单上会受到比现在更糟的待遇，”一个可怕而熟悉的刺耳的声音传来， “可口的女孩……真是珍馐…… 我确实很喜欢柔软的皮肤……”
哈利的胃在翻腾。 他知道这是芬里尔·格雷伯克，那个凭着自己的野性成为食死徒的狼人。
“搜那顶帐篷！” 另一个声音说道。
哈利被面朝下地扔在地上。砰的一声让他知道罗恩也被推倒在他旁边。 他们可以听到脚步声和撞击声； 那些人在搜索的时候正在推倒帐篷里的椅子。
“现在，让我们来看看找到了什么，”格雷伯克沾沾自喜的声音从哈利的头上传来。哈利被翻转过来。一束魔杖的亮光直指他的脸， 格雷伯克哈哈大笑。
“我需要黄油啤酒把这个洗掉。你怎么了，丑小子”
哈利没有吱声。
“我说，”格雷伯克重复道， 哈利感到耳朵受到沉重的一击这使得他的疼痛加倍。 “你怎么了？”
“被蛰，”哈利咕哝着说道。“被蛰了。”
“是的，看起来像是。”另一个声音传来。
“你叫什么？”格雷伯克吼道 。
“达力。”哈利说。
“那你姓？”
“我——弗农，弗农·达力。”
“查查名单， 斯盖伯 。”格雷伯克说，哈利听见他移向旁边又低头看着罗恩，“那你呢，小活泼？”
“斯坦桑帕克。”罗恩回答。
“扯淡”，叫斯盖伯的男人说，“我们认识斯坦桑帕克，才不长你这样”
又传来砰的一声。
“我是巴蒂。”罗恩说，哈利可以想到罗恩满嘴都是血。 “巴蒂·韦斯莱。”
“姓韦斯莱？”格雷伯克刺耳的说道。 “那么你就算不是麻瓜，也和血统叛逆者有关。最后，你漂亮的小女朋友……”他声音里包含的意味使哈利全身肌肉战栗。
“放松， 格雷伯克” 斯盖伯 向其他嘲笑的人说道。
“哦，我现在还不想咬她。 让我们来看看她是否会会更快地想起她的名字，小姑娘？”
“佩内洛·克里瓦特”赫敏说到。她的声音听起来很惊恐但是很有信服力。
“那你的血统是？”
“混血。”赫敏说。
“这很容易检查。”斯盖伯 说。“但是他们看起来都是还在上学的年纪。”
“我们离校了。”罗恩说道。
“左边的，你呢，小活泼？” 斯盖伯说道。“是你决定去露营？ 而且你认为为了好玩，你就可以用黑魔王的名字？”
“不日（事）为了噢（好）玩”罗恩说。“是日外（意外）。” [注:因为罗恩嘴巴被揍了]。
“意外？”嘲笑的人更多了。
“你知道谁过去一直喜欢用黑魔王的名字吗，韦斯莱？”格雷伯克咆哮， “凤凰社成员。这对你来说有些什么意义吗？”
“没日（有）。”
“嗯，他们对黑魔王没有适当的尊敬， 因此这个名字已经成为禁忌。一小撮凤凰社成员就是那样被追踪的。我们会看到的。把他们和另外两个犯人绑在一起!”
某人有人猛拉着哈利的头发将他拉起，拽着他走了一小段路，推他坐下，然后开始把他和其他人背对背绑在一起。哈利仍然是看不太清楚，只能看到什么从他肿胀的眼前越过的东西。
等到最后绑他们的男人走开后，哈利低声和其他囚犯说话。
“有人还有魔杖吗？”
“没有。”罗恩和赫敏的声音各自从他的一侧传来。
“都是我的错。我说了那个名字。对不起——”
“哈利？”
一个新的但是熟悉的声音传来。它就来自哈利的正背后，绑在赫敏左边的那个人。
“迪安？”
“是你! 如果他们发现他们已经抓到了谁-!他们是搜捕手， 他们现在只是在找逃难者把他们卖掉来换金子-”
"一晚的收获不坏啊。” 格雷伯克说着，踏着一双一双钉着平头钉的靴子走到哈利身边，他们听见帐篷中传来更多撞击声。 “一个麻瓜
，一个离家出走的丑小鬼和这些逃难者。你在名单上检查了他们的名字吗？斯盖伯？"他吼道。
“是的。没有叫弗农达力的家伙， 格雷伯克。”
“有趣，”格雷伯克说道。 “那真是有趣。”
他在哈利身边蹲下来，哈利透过膨胀的眼皮之间留下的极小缝隙看到一张长着褐色尖牙，嘴角溃烂，覆盖着毫无光泽的灰色头发和络腮胡子的脸。
格雷伯克闻起来和在塔顶也就是邓布利多死去的地方的那个时候一样:满身泥土味，汗味和血腥味。
“所以你没有被通缉咯， 弗农？还是你是名单上面的别的名字呢？在。或你在一个不同的目录上吗？ 你在霍格沃茨的哪个学院？”
“斯莱特林，”哈利自动说道。
“有趣，他们都认为我们想听到那样的回答。” 斯盖伯从阴影中投射出恶意的目光。 “但他们没有一个人能够告诉我们斯莱特林的公共休息室在哪里。”
“在地牢中。”哈利清楚地说。“你穿过那堵墙，里面全是头盖骨和原料，而且它在湖底， 因此光线都是绿色的，”
一阵短暂的停顿。
“好，好，看来我们真的抓到了一个小斯莱特林。” 斯盖伯 说。“这对你有好处，弗农，因为并没有多少斯莱特林是泥巴种。你的父亲是谁？”
“他在魔法部工作。”哈利撒谎。他知道，哪怕一个小小的调查都会使他的整个故事被拆穿，但是另一方面，他只能这样做，尽力不捅乱子，直到他的脸恢复成平常的样子。
“魔术意外事件和大灾难部。”
“你知道嘛， 格雷伯克，”斯盖伯 说。“我想是有一个叫达力的在那里。”
哈利几乎无法呼吸: 他能够幸运地，绝对幸运地将他们安全地带离这里吗？
“喔，喔。”格雷伯克道，哈利可以听出那无情的声音中带着极小的颤抖，他知道格雷伯克
正在想他刚刚是否确实袭击并绑了魔法部官员的儿子。哈利的心在重重的撞击着肋骨周围的绳索；他感到若格雷伯克看到这个自己也不会觉得奇怪。
“如果你正在说实话，丑小子，你就一点都不用害怕去一趟魔法部。我期待你的父亲会因为我拣到你而奖赏我们。”
“但是，”哈利说，他口中干涩， “如果你只是让我们——”
“嘿!”从里面帐篷里传来一声呼喊：“看这个。 格雷伯克!”
一个黑色的身影匆忙走向他们，向他们靠近，在他们的魔杖发出的光中哈利看到了一道银光闪烁。他们已经发现了格兰芬多的宝剑。
“很-很-很漂亮。”格雷伯克欣赏地说，从同伴手中拿过宝剑。 “噢，确实非常不错。看起来是妖精制作的。你从那儿弄到这样的东西的？”
“它是我父亲的，”哈利谎称道，抱着一线希望，希望天色太黑使得格雷伯克看不到见到剑柄下面蚀刻的名字。”我们借了它来砍柴火-”
“先放放手头的事， 格雷伯克!看看这个，预言家日报上写的!”
在斯盖伯说这个的时候，哈利的伤疤紧贴着他肿胀的前额伸展着，剧烈的灼痛起来。他看到的东西比他所能辨认的自己周围任何事物还要清晰，他见到一栋高耸的建筑物，一座阴森的城堡，黑漆漆的令人生畏:伏地魔的思想突然再一次变得清晰无比；
他正在带着一个愉快的目的滑向那栋巨大的建筑……
越来越近了……越来越近了……
哈利用巨大的意志力努力关闭了自己和伏地魔思想的联系，将自己的思想拉回到他坐的地方，和罗恩，赫敏，迪安还有拉环绑在一起呆在黑暗中，听着格雷伯克和 斯盖伯说话。
“赫敏格兰杰，”斯盖伯念道， “那个据大家所知正在和哈利波特一起旅行的泥巴种。”
哈利的疤痕在默默地灼痛，但他用最大的努力让自己的意识呆在现在的位置，而不滑入伏地魔的思想中去。他听到格雷伯克靴子的吱吱作响声，他在赫敏面前蹲下。
“你知道吗，小姑娘？ 这张照片看着很像你。
“不! 不是我!”
赫敏受惊的尖叫声相当于在招供。
“据大家所知正在和哈利波特一起旅行，” 格雷伯克静静的重复了一句。
一片沉静。哈利的伤疤极其的疼痛，但是他用他所有的力量对抗进入伏地魔思想的引力。没有任何时刻比此刻留在自己的思想里更为重要。
“嗯，这使事情有所改变，不是吗？”格雷伯克低声说道。没有人说话。哈利感到那群搜捕手在呆呆地看着，他也感觉到赫敏靠着他的手臂在瑟瑟发抖。格雷伯克站起身来，走了几步来到哈利坐的地方，
再一次蹲下下来仔细地盯着他畸形的面孔看。
“你前额上的这个是什么，弗农？"他轻声地问， 他的呼吸冲着哈利的鼻孔，并用一根污秽的手指按着那个伤疤。
“不要碰它!”哈利大叫；他无法控制自己，他想他都快痛得要吐了。
“我想你是戴眼镜的，是吗波特？” 格雷伯克低声问道。
“我发现了眼镜!”一个都在后面的搜捕手喊道。 “帐篷里有眼镜， 格雷伯克，等一下——”
片刻之后，哈利的破碎的眼镜被戴回到他的脸上。 搜捕手正在靠拢着凝视他。
“就是他!” 格雷伯克发出刺耳的声音。 “我们抓住了波特！”
他们全部向后退了几步，
被他们的发现惊呆了。正在努力将自己的意识留在自己痛得像裂开的脑子里的哈利无法想到任何应对的话语。片断的影像正在他的意识中破碎成片——他正在藏在黑色的城堡高墙的周围——不，他是哈利，被绑了起来和没有魔杖，深处困境——
正在向上看，看格雷伯克向最高的窗户，最高的塔——他是哈利，而且他们正在低声讨论着他的命运——
——是飞的时间了。
“去魔法部？”
“让魔法部见鬼吧”格雷伯克咆哮道。 “他们会遵守信用，我们将看都看不到一眼我说，我们应该直接带他给神秘人。”
“你要把他召唤到这里？”斯盖伯问，声音充满畏惧和惊恐。
“不，”吼道， “我没有——他们说他现在用马尔福的家作为一个基地。我们把这个男孩带去那里。”
哈利想他知道格雷伯克为什么没有在召唤伏地魔。只有当他们想要用他的时候，这个狼人才可能被允许穿着食死徒的袍子，但是只有伏地魔的亲信才能被烙上黑魔法标记:
格雷伯克还没有被授予这个最高荣誉。
哈利的疤痕再一次烧灼——
——他上升进入黑夜中，径直往那座塔的塔顶的窗户飞去——
“…… 完全确定是他？“因为如果不是， 格雷伯克，我们就完了。”
“这里谁负责？”吼道，遮掩着他片刻的不确定。 “我说那就是波特，他加上他的魔杖，那可是二十万个加隆啊!
但是如果你没胆量一起去，那就全是我的了，而不去，运气好的话，我会带这个丫头去!”
——黑色岩石上的窗户只打开了一条最小的缝，不够一个人进入…… 从窗户只可以看到一个裹在毯子里的一个人形轮廓……是死了还是在睡觉……？
“好!”斯盖伯 说。“好，我们和你一起去!他们这些剩下的怎么办， 格雷伯克，我们怎么处置他们？”
“最好多带些。 我们已经抓到两个麻瓜，那又是十个加隆。把剑也给我。如果它们是红宝石，那又是一笔小财。”
犯人们被拖到他们脚边。 哈利可以听到赫敏的呼吸， 急速而惊恐。
“抓牢绑紧。我来对付波特!” 格雷伯克说，他抓住哈利的一把头发；哈利可以感觉他黄色的长指甲正刮擦着他的头皮。 “数到3!1-2-3”
他们拖着各自的囚犯幻影移形。哈利挣扎着， 试图挣开格雷伯克，
但却是没有任何指望:罗恩和赫敏在两边紧紧地挤着他；他无法从其中分开，当呼吸被挤出他的身体时，他的伤疤更加灼痛——
——他强迫自己像蛇一样穿过一扇窗户的缝隙并着陆，像细胞中的水汽一样轻——向房间——
犯人们着陆在了在一条乡村小路上，他们由于战不闻而互相撞在对方身上。
哈利的眼睛仍然肿胀，他花了一些时间适应新环境，然后他看见一扇双开的锻铁门在一条看起来像长跑道的大道的路口。他松了一小口气。最糟的事情还没有发生:伏地魔不在这里。因为哈利一直在抵抗着那个影像，所以他知道伏地魔现在正在某个奇怪的堡垒中，在一座塔的塔顶。一旦伏地魔知道哈利在这里，他需要多
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bellowing
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