Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

The Department of Mysteries

           Harrywaslisteninghardfortheslightestsoundofmovement,butSiriusmightbegaggednow,orelseunconscious...or,saidanunbiddenvoiceinsidehishead,hemightalreadybedead...

           I’dhavefeltit,hetoldhimself,hisheartnowhammeringagainsthisAdam’sapple,I’dalreadyknow...

           ’Ninety-seven!’whisperedHermione.

           Theystoodgroupedaroundtheendoftherow,gazingdownthealleybesideit.Therewasnobodythere.

           ’He’srightdownattheend,’saidHarry,whosemouthhadbecomeslightlydry.’Youcan’tseeproperlyfromhere.

           Andheledthembetweenthetoweringrowsofglassballs,someofwhichglowedsoftlyastheypassed...

           ’Heshouldbenearhere,’whisperedHarry,convincedthateverystepwasgoingtobringtheraggedformofSiriusintoviewonthedarkenedfloor.’Anywherehere...reallyclose...

           ’Harry?’saidHermionetentatively,buthedidnotwanttorespond.Hismouthwasverydry.

           ’Somewhereabout...here...hesaid.

           Theyhadreachedtheendoftherowandemergedintomoredimcandlelight,Therewasnobodythere.Allwasechoing,dustysilence.

           ’Hemightbe...Harrywhisperedhoarsely,peeringdownthenextalley.’Ormaybe...Hehurriedtolookdowntheonebeyondthat.

           ’Harry?’saidHermioneagain.

           ’What?’hesnarled.

           ’I...Idon’tthinkSiriusishere.

           Nobodyspoke.Harrydidnotwanttolookatanyofthem.Hefeltsick.HedidnotunderstandwhySiriuswasnothere.Hehadtobehere.

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