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  • admin 5:04 am on January 23, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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    great sunken eyes fixed upon 

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    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,
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    One of the Snatchers strode to the gates and shook them.

    “How do we get in? They’re locked, Greyback, I can’t – blimey,” said Harry. “We need to get into Hogwarts.”!”

    He whipped his hands away in fright. The iron was contorting, twisting itself out
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    The gates swung open.

    “Come on!” said Greyback to his men, and the prisoners were shunted through the
    gates and up the drive, between high hedges that muffled their footsteps. Harry saw a
    ghostly white shape above him, and realized it was an albino peacock. He stumbled and
    was dragged onto his feet by Greyback; now he was staggering along sideways, tied
    back-to-back to the four other prisoner. Closing his puffy eyes, he allowed the pain in his
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    The emaciated figure stirred beneath its thin blanket and rolled over toward him,
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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?”

    “You know me!” There was resentment in the werewolf’s voice. “Fenrit
    Greyback! We’ve caught Harry Potter!”

    Greyback seized

     

  • admin 5:02 am on January 23, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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    not thinking about what he was doing 

    en his first step back toward Gryffindor Tower when something else on the map caught his eye . . .
    　　something distinctly odd.
    　　Peeves was not the only thing that was moving. A single dot was flitting around a room in the bottom left-hand corner – Snapes office. But the dot wasn’t labeled “Severus Snape” … it was Bartemius Crouch.
    　　Harry stared at the dot. Mr. Crouch was supposed to be too ill to go to work or to come to the Yule Ball – so what was he doing, sneaking into Hogwarts at one o’clock in the morning? Harry watched closely as the dot moved around and around the room, pausing here and there. …
    　　Harry hesitated, thinking . . . and then his curiosity got the better of him. He turned and set off in the opposite direction toward the nearest staircase. He was going to see what Crouch was up to.
    　　Harry walked down the stairs as quietly as possible, though the faces in some of the portraits still turned curiously at the squeak of a floorboard,–and paid a hundred thousand down. I have no receipt, the rustle of his pajamas. He crept along the corridor below, pushed aside a tapestry about halfway along, and proceeded down a narrower staircase, a shortcut that would take him down two floors.
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    　　The golden egg fell through the tapestry at the bottom of the staircase, burst open, and began wailing loudly in the corridor below. Harry pulled out his wand and struggled to touch the Marauder s Map, to wipe it blank, but it was too far away to reach -Pulling the cloak back over himself Harry straightened up, listening hard with his eyes
    　　screwed up with fear. . . and, almost immediately -”
    　　PEEVES!”
    　　It was the unmistakable hunting cry of Filc

     

  • admin 11:43 am on January 20, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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    27. TRAVEL PLANS

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