The elf nodded for a third time。
〃And then e back；〃 said Harry。 〃Can you do that； Dobby？〃
〃Of course； Harry Potter；〃 whispered the little elf。 He hurried over to Mr。 Ollivander； who appeared to be barely conscious。 He took one of the wandmaker's hands in his own； then held out the other to Luna and Dean； neither of whom moved。
〃Harry； we want to help you！〃 Luna whispered。
〃We can't leave you here；〃 said Dean。
〃Go； both of you！ We'll see you at Bill and Fleur's。〃
As Harry spoke； his scar burned worse than ever； and for a few seconds he looked down； not upon the wandmaker； but on another man who was just as old； just as thin； but laughing scornfully。
i〃Kill me； then。 Voldemort； I wele death！ But my death will not bring you what you seek。 。 。 。 There is so much you do not understand。 。 。〃i
He felt Voldemort's fury； but as Hermione screamed again he shut it out； returning to the cellar and the horror of his own present。
〃Go！〃 Harry beseeched to Luna and Dean。 〃Go！ We'll follow； just go！〃
They caught hold of the elf's outstretched fingers。 There was another loud icracki； and Dobby； Luna； Dean； and Ollivander vanished。
〃What was that？〃 shouted Lucius Malfoy from over their heads。 〃Did you hear that？ What was that noise in the cellar？〃
Harry and Ron stared at each other。
〃Draco … no； call Wormtail！ Make him go and check！〃
Footsteps crossed the room overhead； then there was silence。 Harry knew that the people in the drawing room were listening for more noises from the cellar。
〃We're going to have to try and tackle him；〃 he whispered to Ron。 They had no choice： The moment anyone entered the room and saw the absence of three prisoners； they were lost。 〃Leave the lights on；〃 Harry added； and as they heard someone descending the steps outside the door； they backed against the wall on either side of it。
〃Stand back；〃 came Wormtail's voice。 〃Stand away from the door。 I'm ing in。〃 The door flew open。 For a split second Wormtail gazed into the apparently empty cellar； ablaze with light from the three miniature suns floating in midair。 Then Harry and Ron launched themselves upon him。 Ron seized Wormtail's wand arm and forced it upwards。 Harry slapped a hand to his mouth； muffling his voice。 Silently they struggled： Wormtail's wand emitted sparks； his silver hand closed around Harry's throat。
〃What is it； Wormtail？〃 called Lucius Malfoy from above。
〃Nothing！〃 Ron called back； in a passable imitation of Wormtail's wheezy voice。 〃All fine！〃
Harry could barely breathe。
〃You're going to kill me？〃 Harry choked； attempting to prise off the metal fingers。 〃After I saved your life？ You owe me； Wormtail！〃
The silver fingers slackened。 Harry had not expected it： He wrenched himself free； astonished； keeping his hand over Wormtail's mouth。 He saw the ratlike man's small watery eyes widen with fear and surprise： He seemed just as shocked as Harry at what his hand had done； at the tiny； merciful impulse it had betrayed； and he continued to struggle more powerfully； as though to undo that moment of weakness。
〃And we'll have that；〃 whispered Ron； tugging Wormtail's wand from his other hand。
Wandless； helpless； Pettigrew's pupils dilated in terror。 His eyes had slid from Harry's face to something else。 His own silver fingers were moving inexorably toward his own throat。
〃No …〃
Without pausing to think； Harry tried to drag back the hand； but there was no stopping it。 The silver tool that Voldemort had given his most cowardly servant had turned upon its disarmed and useless owner； Pettigrew was reaping his reward for his hesitation； his moment of pity； he was being strangled before their eyes。
〃No！〃
Ron had released Wormtail too； and together he and Harry tried to pull the crushing metal fingers from around Wormtail's throat； but it was no use。 Pettigrew was turning blue。
〃iRelashio！i〃 said Ron； pointing the wand at the silver hand； but nothing happened； Pettigrew dropped to his knees； and at the same moment； Hermione gave a dreadful scream from overhead。 Wormtail's eyes rolled upward in his purple face； he gave a last twitch； and was still。
Harry and Ron looked at each other； then leaving Wormtail's body on the floor behind them； ran up the stairs and back into the shadowy passageway leading to the drawing room。 Cautiously they crept along it until they reached the drawing room door； which was ajar。 Now they had a clear view of Bellatrix looking down at Griphook； who was holding Gryffindor's sword in his long…fingered hands。 Hermione was lying at Bellatrix's feet。 She was barely stirring。
〃Well？〃 Bellatrix said to Griphook。 〃Is it the true sword？〃
Harry waited； holding his breath； fighting against the prickling of his scar。
〃No；〃 said Griphook。 〃It is a fake。〃
〃Are you sure？〃 panted Bellatrix。 〃Quite sure？〃
〃Yes；〃 said the goblin。
Relief broke across her face； all tension drained from it。
〃Good；〃 she said； and with a casual flick of her wand she slashed another deep cut into the goblin's face； and he dropped with a yell at her feet。 She kicked him aside。 〃And now；〃 she said in a voice that burst with triumph； 〃we call the Dark Lord！〃
And she pushed back her sleeve and touched her forefinger to the Dark Mark。
At once； Harry's scar felt as though it had split open again。 His true surroundings vanished： He was Voldemort； and the skeletal wizard before him was laughing
toothlessly at him； he was enraged at the summons he felt … he had warned them； he had told them to summon him for nothing less than Potter。 If they were mistaken 。 。 。
i〃Kill me； then！〃 demanded the old man。 〃You will not win； you cannot win！ That wand will never； ever be yours …〃i
And Voldemort's fury broke： A burst of green light filled the prison room and the frail old body was lifted from its hard bed and then fell back； lifeless； and Voldemort returned to the window； his wrath barely controllable。 。 。 。 They would suffer his retribution if they had no good reason for calling him back。 。 。 。
〃And I think；〃 said Bellatrix's voice； 〃we can dispose of the Mudblood。 Greyback； take her if you want her。〃
〃NOOOOOOOOOOOO！〃
Ron had burst into the drawing room； Bellatrix looked around； shocked； she turned her wand to face Ron instead …
〃iExpelliarmus！i〃 he roared； pointing Wormtail's wand at Bellatrix； and hers flew into the air and was caught by Harry； who had sprinted after Ron。 Lucius； Narcissa； Draco and Greyback wheeled about； Harry yelled； 〃iStupefy！i〃 and Lucius Malfoy collapsed onto the hearth。 Jets of light flew from Draco's； Narcissa's； and Greyback's wands； Harry threw himself to the floor； rolling behind a sofa to avoid them。
〃STOP OR SHE DIES！
Panting； Harry peered around the edge of the sofa。 Bellatrix was supporting Hermione； who seemed to be unconscious； and was holding her short silver knife to Hermione's throat。
〃Drop your wands；〃 she whispered。 〃Drop them； or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is！〃
Ron stood rigid； clutching Wormtail's wand。 Harry straightened up； still holding Bellatrix's。
〃I said； drop them！〃 she screeched； pressing the blade into Hermione's throat： Harry saw beads of blood appear there。
〃All right！〃 he shouted； and he dropped Bellatrix's wand onto the floor at his feet； Ron did the same with Wormtail's。 B