Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

Owls

           Avoiceissuedfromhisownmouth,ahigh,coldvoiceemptyofanyhumankindness...

           ’Takeitforme...liftitdown,now...Icannottouchit...butyoucan...

           Theblackshapeonthefloorshiftedalittle.Harrysawalong-fingeredwhitehandclutchingawandriseattheendofhisownarm...heardthehigh,coldvoicesay’Crucio!’

           Themanonthefloorletoutascreamofpain,attemptedtostandbutfellback,writhing.Harrywaslaughing.Heraisedhiswand,thecurseliftedandthefiguregroanedandbecamemotionless.

           ’LordVoldemortiswaiting...

           Veryslowly,hisarmstrembling,themanonthegroundraisedhisshouldersafewinchesandliftedhishead.Hisfacewasbloodstainedandgaunt,twistedinpainyetrigidwithdefiance...

           ’You’llhavetokillme,’whisperedSirius.

           ’UndoubtedlyIshallintheend,’saidthecoldvoice.’Butyouwillfetchitformefirst,Black...youthinkyouhavefeltpainthusfar?Thinkagain...wehavehoursaheadofusandnobodytohearyouscream...

           ButsomebodyscreamedasVoldemortloweredhiswandagain;somebodyyelledandfellsidewaysoffahotdeskontothecoldstonefloor;Harryawokeashehittheground,stillyelling,hisscaronfire,astheGreatHalleruptedallaroundhim.

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