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“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 savagery.
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Harry was thrown face down onto the ground. A thud told him that Ron had been
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Greyback laughed.
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Harry did not answer immediately.
“I said,” repeated Greyback,custom usb, 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?” snarled 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, ginger?”
“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 traitors even if you’re
not a Mudblood. And lastly, your pretty little friend . . .” The relish in his voice made
Harry’s flesh crawl.
“Easy, Greyback.” said Scabior over the jeering 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.
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