Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Flight of the prince
ThelockettheyhadmanagedtostealsomanyhoursbeforehadfallenoutofDumbledore’spocket.Ithadopened,perhapsduetotheforcewithwhichithittheground.Andalthoughhecouldnotfeelmoreshockorhorrororsadnessthanhefeltalready,Harryknew,ashepickeditup,thattherewassomethingwrong—
Heturnedthelocketoverinhishands.ThiswasneitheraslargeasthelocketherememberedseeinginthePensieve,norwerethereanymarkingsuponit,nosignoftheornateSthatwassupposedtobeSlytherin’smark.Moreover,therewasnothinginsidebutforascrapoffoldedparchmentwedgedtightlyintotheplacewhereaportraitshouldhavebeen.
Automatically,withoutreallythinkingaboutwhathewasdoing,Harrypulledoutthefragmentofparchment,openedit,andreadbythelightofthemanywandsthathadnowbeenlitbehindhim:
TotheDarkLord
IknowIwillbedeadlongbeforeyoureadthisbutIwantyoutoknowthatitwasIwhodicoveredyoursecret.IhavestolentherealHorcruxandintendtodestroyitassoonasIcan.
Ifacedeathinthehopethatwhenyoumeetyourmatchyouwillbemortaloncemore.
R.A.B.
Harryneitherknewnorcaredwhatthemessagemeant.Onlyonethingmattered:thiswasnotaHorcrux.Dumbledorehadweakenedhimselfbydrinkingthatterriblepotionfornothing.Harrycrumpledtheparchmentinhishand,andhiseyesburnedwithtearsasbehindhimFangbegantohowl.
