Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Dementor’s Kiss
Theywerelocked,jawtojaw,clawsrippingateachother.
Harrystood,transfixedbythesight,toointentuponthebattletonoticeanythingelse.ItwasHermione’sscreamthatalertedhim—
PettigrewhaddivedforLupin’sdroppedwand.Ron,unsteadyonhisbandagedleg,fell.Therewasabang,aburstoflight—andRonlaymotionlessontheground.Anotherbang—Crookshanksflewintotheairandbacktotheearthinaheap.
"Expelliarmus."Harryyelled,pointinghisownwandatPettigrew;Lupin’swandflewhighintotheairandoutofsight."Staywhereyouare!"Harryshouted,runningforward.
Toolate.Pettigrewhadtransformed.HarrysawhisbaldtailwhipthroughthemanacleonRon’soutstretchedarmandheardascurryingthroughthegrass.
Therewasahowlandarumblinggrowl;Harryturnedtoseethewerewolftakingflight;itwasgallopingintotheforest—
"Sirius,he’sgone,Pettigrewtransformed!"Harryyelled.
Blackwasbleeding;thereweregashesacrosshismuzzleandback,butatHarry’swordshescrambledupagain,andinaninstant,thesoundofhispawsfadedtosilenceashepoundedawayacrossthegrounds.
HarryandHermionedashedovertoRon.
"Whatdidhedotohim?"Hermionewhispered.Ron’seyeswereonlyhalf-closed,hismouthhungopen;hewasdefinitelyalive,theycouldhearhimbreathing,buthedidn’tseemtorecognizethem.
"Idon’tknow...."
Harrylookeddesperatelyaround.BlackandLupinbothgone...theyhadnoonebutSnapeforcompany,stillhanging,unconscious,inmidair.
