Гарри Поттер и тайная комната

           "You’redead,HarryPotter,"saidRiddle’svoiceabovehim."Dead.EvenDumbledore’sbirdknowsit.Doyouseewhathe’sdoing,Potter?He’scrying." 

           Harryblinked.Fawke’sheadslidinandoutoffocus.Thick,pearlytearsweretricklingdowntheglossyfeathers. 

           "I’mgoingtosithereandwatchyoudie,HarryPotter.Takeyourtime.I’minnohurry." 

           Harryfeltdrowsy.Everythingaroundhimseemedtobespinning. 

           "SoendsthefamousHarryPotter,"saidRiddle’sdistantvoice. "AloneintheChamberofSecrets,forsakenbyhisfriends,defeatedatlastbytheDarkLordhesounwiselychallenged.You’llbebackwithyourdearMudbloodmothersoon,Harry... Sheboughtyoutwelveyearsofborrowedtime...butLordVoldemortgotyouintheend,asyouknewhemust..." 

           Ifthisisdying,thoughtHarry,it’snotsobad. 

           Eventhepainwasleavinghim... 

           Butwasthisdying?Insteadofgoingblack,theChamberseemedtobecomingbackintofocus. HarrygavehisheadalittleshakeandtherewasFawkes,stillrestinghisheadonHarry’sarm.Apearlypatchoftearswasshiningallaroundthewound-exceptthattherewasnowound. 

           "Getaway,bird,"saidRiddle’svoicesuddenly."Getawayfromhim-Isaid,getaway—" 

           Harryraisedhishead.RiddlewaspointingHarry’swandatFawkes;therewasabanglikeagun,andFawkestookflightagaininawhirlofgoldandscarlet. 

           "Phoenixtears..."saidRiddlequietly,staringatHarry’sarm."Ofcourse...healingpowers...Iforgot..." 

           HelookedintoHarry’sface."Butitmakesnodifference.Infact,Ipreferitthisway.Justyouandme,HarryPotter...youandme..."