Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

The Second War Begins

           Harryfeltalmostasthoughhehadlosthisgodfatheralloveragaininlosingthehopethathemightbeabletoseeorspeaktohimoncemore.Hewalkedslowlyandmiserablybackupthroughtheemptycastle,wonderingwhetherhewouldeverfeelcheerfulagain.

           HehadturnedthecornertowardstheFatLady’scorridorwhenhesawsomebodyupaheadfasteninganotetoaboardonthewall.AsecondglanceshowedhimitwasLuna.Therewerenogoodhidingplacesnearby,shewasboundtohaveheardhisfootsteps,andinanycase,Harrycouldhardlymustertheenergytoavoidanyoneatthemoment.

           ’Hello,’saidLunavaguely,glancingaroundathimasshesteppedbackfromthenotice.

           ’Howcomeyou’renotatthefeast?’Harryasked.

           ’Well,I’velostmostofmypossessions,’saidLunaserenely.’Peopletakethemandhidethem,youknow.Butasit’sthelastnight,Ireallydoneedthemback,soI’vebeenputtingupsigns.

           Shegesturedtowardsthenoticeboard,uponwhich,sureenough,shehadpinnedalistofallhermissingbooksandclothes,withapleafortheirreturn.

           AnoddfeelingroseinHarry;anemotionquitedifferentfromtheangerandgriefthathadfilledhimsinceSirius’sdeath.ItwasafewmomentsbeforeherealisedthathewasfeelingsorryforLuna.

           ’Howcomepeoplehideyourstuff?’heaskedher,frowning.

           ’Oh...well...sheshrugged.’IthinktheythinkI’mabitodd,youknow.Somepeoplecallme"Loony"Lovegood,actually.

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