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'We have you surrounded, and we're closing in. You cannot escape us.' Harry crouched where he was, behind a small plant, completely hidden from view. He checked his GPS, only to discover it had smashed in his last defence battle. He swore. His head whipped around at the sound of rustling leaves, only to see the ground next to him explode. 'They're shooting at me,' whispered Harry, and swore again. He leapt up, and started running. He could hear them following him, both on foot and in helicopters. The pounding of his feet on the thick carpet of dead leaves became a beat, and the helicopters above became the lead guitar of this sick little ba