Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Dementor’s Kiss
Thenitraisedbothitsrottinghands—andlowereditshood.
Wherethereshouldhavebeeneyes,therewasonlythin,grayscabbedskin,stretchedblanklyoveremptysockets.Buttherewasamouth...agaping,shapelesshole,suckingtheairwiththesoundofadeathrattle.
AparalyzingterrorfilledHarrysothathecouldn’tmoveorspeak.HisPatronusflickeredanddied.
Whitefogwasblindinghim.Hehadtofight...expectopatronum...hecouldn’tsee...andinthedistance,heheardthefamiliarscreaming...expectopatronum...hegropedinthemistforSirius,andfoundhisarm...theyweren’tgoingtotakehim....
Butapairofstrong,clammyhandssuddenlyattachedthemselvesaroundHarry’sneck.Theywereforcinghisfaceupward...Hecouldfeelitsbreath...Itwasgoingtogetridofhimfirst...Hecouldfeelitsputridbreath...Hismotherwasscreaminginhisears...Shewasgoingtobethelastthingheeverheard—
Andthen,throughthefogthatwasdrowninghim,hethoughthesawasilverylightgrowingbrighterandbrighter...Hefelthimselffallforwardontothegrass....Facedown,tooweaktomove,sickandshaking,Harryopenedhiseyes.TheDementormusthavereleasedhim.Theblindinglightwasilluminatingthegrassaroundhim...Thescreaminghadstopped,thecoldwasebbingaway...
SomethingwasdrivingtheDementorsback...ItwascirclingaroundhimandBlackandHermione....Theywereleaving....
Theairwaswarmagain...
