Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Atlast,exhausted,Harryclimbedintobed,twitchedthehangingsofhisfour-postershuttoblockoutarayofmoonlight,layback,andfelthimselfalmostinstantlydriftingofftosleep...

           Hehadaverystrangedream.Hewaswalkingthroughaforest,hisFireboltoverhisshoulder,followingsomethingsilvery-white.Itwaswindingitswaythroughthetreesahead,andhecouldonlycatchglimpsesofitbetweentheleaves.Anxioustocatchupwithit,hespedup,butashemovedfaster,sodidhisquarry.Harrybrokeintoarun,andaheadheheardhoovesgatheringspeed.Nowhewasrunningflatout,andaheadhecouldheargalloping.Thenheturnedacornerintoaclearingand—

           "AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

           Harrywokeassuddenlyasthoughhe’dbeenhitintheface.Disorientedinthetotaldarkness,hefumbledwithhishangings,hecouldhearmovementsaroundhim,andSeamusFinnigan’svoicefromtheothersideoftheroom.

           "What’sgoingon?"

           Harrythoughtheheardthedormitorydoorslam.Atlastfindingthedivideinhiscurtains,herippedthemback,andatthesamemoment,DeanThomaslithislamp.

           Ronwassittingupinbed,thehangingstornfromoneside,alookofutmostterroronhisface.

           "Black!SiriusBlack!Withaknife!"

           "What?"

           "Here!Justnow!Slashedthecurtains!Wokemeup!"

           "Yousureyouweren’tdreaming,Ron?"saidDean.

           "Lookatthecurtains!Itellyou,hewashere!"

           Theyallscrambledoutofbed;Harryreachedthedormitorydoorfirst,andtheysprintedbackdownthestaircase.