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experienced the tiniest trickle 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. . . .
"We've got Potter!" Greyback roared triumphantly. "We've captured Harry Potter!" The gates swung open. "Come on!" said Greyback to his men, and the prisoners
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!"
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