Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

St. Mungo’s Hosptial for Magical Maladies and Injuries

           Ginnywascurledlikeacatonherchair,buthereyeswereopen;Harrycouldseethemreflectingthefirelight.Ronwassittingwithhisheadinhishands,whetherawakeorasleepitwasimpossibletotell.HarryandSiriuslookedateachothereverysooften,intrudersuponthefamilygrief,waiting...waiting...

           AttenpastfiveinthemorningbyRon’swatch,thekitchendoorswungopenandMrs.Weasleyenteredthekitchen.Shewasextremelypale,butwhentheyallturnedtolookather,Fred,RonandHarryhalfrisingfromtheirchairs,shegaveawansmile.

           ’He’sgoingtobeallright,’shesaid,hervoiceweakwithtiredness.’He’ssleeping.Wecanallgoandseehimlater.Bill’ssittingwithhimnow;he’sgoingtotakethemorningoffwork.

           Fredfellbackintohischairwithhishandsoverhisface.GeorgeandGinnygotup,walkedswiftlyovertotheirmotherandhuggedher.RongaveaveryshakylaughanddownedtherestofhisButterbeerinone.

           ’Breakfast!’saidSiriusloudlyandjoyfully,jumpingtohisfeet.’Where’sthataccursedhouse-elf?Kreacher!KREACHER!’

           ButKreacherdidnotanswerthesummons.

           ’Oh,forgetit,then,’mutteredSirius,countingthepeopleinfrontofhim.’So,it’sbreakfastforlet’sseeseven...baconandeggs,Ithink,andsometea,andtoast

           Harryhurriedovertothestovetohelp.HedidnotwanttointrudeontheWeasleys’happinessandhedreadedthemomentwhenMrs.Weasleywouldaskhimtorecounthisvision.

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