To approach her. He prowled behind an armchair, his filthy curved nails clutching its back.

“Draco, move this scum outside,” said Bellatrix, indicating the unconscious men.

“If you haven’t got the guts to finish them, then leave them in the courtyard for me.”

“Don’t you dare speak to Draco like –“ said Narcissa furiously, but Bellatrix

Screamed.

“Be quiet! The situation is graver than you can possibly imagine, Cissy! We have

a very serious problem!”

She stood, panting slightly, looking down at the sword, examining its hilt. Then

She turned to look at the silent prisoners.

“If it is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed,” she muttered, more to herself than

to the others. “The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself. . . . But if he finds

out . . . I must . . . I must know. . . .”

She turned back to her sister again.

“The prisoners must be placed in the cellar, while I think what to do!”

“This is my house, Bella, you don’t give orders in my –“

“Do it! You have no idea of the danger we’re in!” shrieked Bellatrix. She looked

Frightening, mad; a thin stream of fire issued from her wand and burned a hole in the

Carpet.

Narcissa hesitated for a moment, then addressed the werewolf.

“Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback.”

“Wait,” said Bellatrix sharply. “All except. . . . except for the Mudblood.”

Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure.

“No!” shouted Ron. “You can have me, keep me!”

Bellatrix hit him across the face: the blow echoed around the room.

“If she dies under questioning, I’ll take you next,” she said. “Blood traitor is next

To Mudblood in my book. Take them downstairs, Greyback, and make sure they are

secure, but do nothing more to them – yet.”

She threw Greyback’s wand back to him, then took a short silver knife from under

Her robes. She cut Hermione free from the other prisoners, then dragged her by the hair

Into the middle of the room, while Greyback forced the rest of them to shuffle across to

Another door, into a dark passageway, his wand held out in front of him, projecting an

Invisible and irresistible force.

“Reckon she’ll let me have a bit of the girl when she’s finished with her?”

Greyback crooned as he forced them along the corridor. “I’d say I’ll get a bite or two,

wouldn’t you, ginger?”

Harry could feel Ron shaking. They were forced down a steep flight of stairs, still

Tied back-to-back and in danger of slipping and breaking their necks at any moment. At

The bottom was a heavy door. Greyback unlocked it with a tap of his wand, then forced

Them into a dank and musty room and left them in total darkness. The echoing bang of the

Slammed cellar door had not died away before there was a terrible, drawn out scream

From directly above them.

“HERMIONE!” Ron bellowed, and he started to writhe and struggle against the

ropes tying them together, so that Harry staggered. “HERMIONE!”

“Be quiet!” Harry said. “Shut up. Ron, we need to work out a way –“

“HERMIONE! HERMIONE!”

“We need a plan, stop yelling – we need to get these ropes off –“

“Harry?” came a whisper through the darkness. “Ron? Is that you?”

Ron stopped shouting. There was a sound of movement close by them, then Harry

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