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misshapen features.

　　　"What's that on your forehead, Vernon?" he asked softly, his breath foul in Harry's nostrils as he pressed a filthy finger to the taught scar.

　　　"Don't touch it! Harry yelled; he could not stop himself, he thought he might be sick from the pain of it.
"It Is!" rasped Greyback. "We've caught Potter!" 　　　They all took several steps backward, stunned by what they had done. Harry, still fighting to remain present in his own splitting head, could think of nothing to say. Fragmented visions were breaking across the surface of his mind -
"I thought you wore glasses, Potter?" breathed Greyback.

　　　"I found glasses!" yelped one of the Snatchers skulking in the background. "There was glasses in the tent, Greyback, wait -"

　　　And seconds later Harry's glasses had been rammed back onto his face. The Snatchers were closing in now, peering at him.