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As Voldemort's anger throbbed inside him, Harry's scar threatened to burst with pain, and he wrenched his mind back to his own body, fighting to remain present as the prisoners were pushed over gravel.
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?"
"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 –"
"You know me!" There was resentment 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 shuffle around too.
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