Saturday, January 30, 2010 - The relish in his voice made Harry's flesh crawl... |
| The relish in his voice made Harry's flesh crawl said Scabior over the jeering of the others
"Oh, I'm not going to bite just yetWe'll see if she's a bit quicker at remembering her name than BarnyWho are you, girly?
"Penelope ClearwaterShe sounded terrified, but convincing
"What's your blood status?"
"Half-Blood
"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 decided to go camping? And you thought, just for a laugh, you'd use the Dark Lords name?"
"Nod a laugh," said Ron
"Accident?" There was more jeering laughter
"You know who used to like using the Dark Lord's name, Weasley?" growled Greyback, "The Order of the chanel handbag knockoffs PhoenixMean anything to you?"
"Doh
"Well, they don't show the Dark Lord proper respect, so the name's been TabooedA few Order members have been tracked that wayBind 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 binding him back-to-back with other peopleHarry was still half blind, barely able to see anything through his puffed-up eyesWhen 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 faultI'm sorry -"
"Harry?"
It was a new, but familiar voiceand it came from directly behind Harry, from the person tied to Hermione's chanel paper bag left
"Dean?"
"It \iis\i you! If they find out who they've got -! They're Snatchers, they're only looking for truants 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 runaway goblin, and these truantsYou checked their names on the list yet, Scabior?" he roaredThere's no Vernon Dudley un 'ere, Greyback
"Interesting," said Greyback
He crouched down beside Harry, who saw, through the infinitesimal gap left between his swollen eyelids, a face covered in matted gray hair and whiskers, with pointed brown teeth and sores in the corners of his mouthGreyback smelled as he had done at the top of the tower where Dumbledore chanel coin purse 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 dungeons"You enter through the wallIt's full of skulls 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"Good for you, Vernon, 'cause there ain't a lot of Mudblood SlytherinsWho's your father?"
"He works at the Ministry," Harry liedHe knew that his whole story would collapse with the smallest investigation, but omega de ville men's watches on the other hand, he only had until his face regained its usual appearance before the game was up in any case"Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes
"You know what, Greyback," said Scabior"I think there \iis\i 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 trepidation in that callous voice, and knew that Greyback was wondering whether he had just indeed just attacked and bound the son of a Ministry OfficialHarry's heart was pounding against the ropes around his ribs; 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 black prada bag Ministr |
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