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fortune right there."

　　　The prisoners were dragged to their feet. Harry could hear Hermione's breathing, fast and terrified.

　　　"Grab hold and make it tight. I'll do Potter!" said Greyback, seizing a fistful of Harry's hair; Harry could feel his long yellow nails scratching his scalp. "On three! One – two – three –"
　　　The prisoners lurched into one another as they landed in a country lane. Harry's eyes, still puffy, took a moment to acclimatize, then he saw a pair of wrought-iron gates at the foot of what looked like a long drive. He
　　　They Disapparated, pulling the prisoners with them. Harry struggled, trying to throw off Greyback's hand, but it was hopeless: Ron and Hermione were squeezed tightly against him on either side; he could not separate from the group, and as the breath was squeezed out of him his scar seared more painfully still –

　　　– as he forced himself through the slit of a window like a snake and landed, lightly as vapor inside the cell-like room –