Right as Hermione was about to do the protective enchantments, the trio was surrounded by Snatchers.
“RUN!” yelled Harry.
They started to run, occasionally casting jinxes and Stunning spells at their chasers. The got Ron, who was behind Harry and Hermione.
“NO!” shouted Hermione before she cast, “Stupefy!” at Ron’s attacker who fell, Stunned. The Snatchers were gaining up on Hermione and she screamed, “Harry!” and sent a spell whizzing towards him, causing his face to swell and hide his famous lightning bolt-shaped scar. They were caught.
“Now let’s see who we’ve got,” said Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf who was allowed to wear Death Eater robes in return for his service.
Harry was held back and was trying to escape.
“What happened to you, ugly?” Greyback asked Harry who didn’t respond right away. “I said what happened to you?”
“Stung,” mumbled Harry. “Been stung.”
What’s your name?” snarled Greyback.
“Vernon. Vernon Dudley.”
“Check the list, Scabior!” shouted the were-Death Eater. “And what about you, ginger?”
“Stan Shunpike,” said Ron.
“Like ’ell you are,” sneered the man, Scabior. “We know that bloke, and you are not ’im.”
“And what about the lovely lady…” Hearing the relish in Greyback’s voice made Harry angry, angry at the thought of her getting bitten from him. He would do everything he could to make sure Hermione was safe.
“Penelope Clearwater,” answered Hermione, squirming away from Greyback.
“What’s your blood status?”
“Half-blood,” said Hermione.
“There’s no Vernon Dudley on ’ere!” shouted Scabior before coming to look at Harry. “What’s that on your forehead, Dudley? Is that a scar? Oi! Greyback, look over ’ere! Think I found somethin’!” Greyback came and inspected the mysterious shape on Harry’s forehead.
“You wear glasses, Dudley?”
Inevitably, the entire lot decided to Disapparate to Malfoy Manor, as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was using they Malfoy’s place as a base.
Narcissa Malfoy led them all into a room with a large, sparkly chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Turning to Draco, her son, she said, “Draco, they say they have Potter. Come here.” Draco came and walked up to Harry, inspecting him.
“Come, Draco! If it is Potter, we must be sure!” said Bellatrix Lestrange, Draco’s deranged aunt.
“I can’t be sure,” Draco answered.
Lucius said, “Draco, if we are the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiven, we’ll all be how it was.”
“Now, we won’t be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mister Malfoy,” interrupted Scabior.
“You dare to talk to me like that in my own house!” yelled Lucius.
“Lucius!” Narcissa Malfoy pulled Lucius away from Draco, making sure he wouldn’t cause any commotions.
“Come over, Draco. If this isn’t who we think it is, he’ll kill us all. We have to be absolutely sure,” warned Bella.
“What’s wrong with his face?” asked Draco.
