Two figures rose from chairs in front of an... 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 earsHe 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 Harry did not dare look directly at Draco, but saw him obliquely; a figure slightly taller than he was, rising from an armchair, his face a pale and pointed blur 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 gilded thing in an intricately scrolled frameThrough 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 jinxHis black hair reached his shoulders and there was a dark shadow around his jawHad
chanel denim handbag he not known that it was he who stood there, he would have wondered who was wearing his glassesHe 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"Is it? Is it Harry Potter?" "I can't - I can't be sure," said DracoHe 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 MrMalfoy?" said Greyback menacingly
"Of course not, of course not!" said Lucius impatientlyHe approached Harry himself, came so close that Harry could see the usually languid, pale face in sharp detail even through his swollen eyesWith 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
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"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'sThey were extraordinarily alike, except that while his father looked beside himself with excitement, Draco's expression was full of reluctance, 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 descriptionIf 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 GreybackHarry was nearly thrown off his feet as the Snatchers forced the prisoners to swivel around
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"Wait," said Narcissa sharply"Yes - yes, she was in Madam Malkin's with Potter! I saw her picture in the \iProphet\i! Look, Draco, isn't it the Granger girl?"
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"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
The drawing room door opened behind HarryA 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?" shrieked Bellatrix, and she backed away, the better to take in Harry
"Are you sure? Well then, the Dark Lord must
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"I was about to call him!" said Lucius, and his hand actually closed upon Bellatrix's wrist, preventing her from touching the Mark"\iI\i shall summon him, BellaPotter has been brought to my house, and it is therefore upon my authority -"
"Your authority!" she sneered, attempting to wrench 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, \iMri 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 scavenger, 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
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