Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Spinner’s End
"Cissy,yourownsister?Youwouldn’t—"
"ThereisnothingIwouldn’tdoanymore!"Narcissabreathed,anoteofhysteriainhervoice,andasshebroughtdownthewandlikeaknife,therewasanotherflashoflight.Bellaletgoofhersister’sarmasthoughburned.
"Narcissa!"
ButNarcissahadrushedahead.Rubbingherhand,herpursuerfollowedagain,keepingherdistancenow,astheymoveddeeperintothedesertedlabyrinthofbrickhouses.Atlast,NarcissahurriedupastreetnamedSpinner’sEnd,overwhichthetoweringmillchimneyseemedtohoverlikeagiantadmonitoryfinger.Herfootstepsechoedonthecobblesasshepassedboardedandbrokenwindows,untilshereachedtheverylasthouse,whereadimlightglimmeredthroughthecurtainsinadownstairsroom.
ShehadknockedonthedoorbeforeBella,cursingunderherbreath,hadcaughtup.Togethertheystoodwaiting,pantingslightly,breathinginthesmellofthedirtyriverthatwascarriedtothemonthenightbreeze.Afterafewseconds,theyheardmovementbehindthedooranditopenedacrack.Asliverofamancouldbeseenlookingoutatthem,amanwithlongblackhairpartedincurtainsaroundasallowfaceandblackeyes.
Narcissathrewbackherhood.Shewassopalethatsheseemedtoshineinthedarkness;thelongblondehairstreamingdownherbackgaveherthelookofadrownedperson.
"Narcissa!"saidtheman,openingthedooralittlewider,sothatthelightfelluponherandhersistertoo."Whatapleasantsurprise!"
"Severus,"shesaidinastrainedwhisper.
