Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The Phoenix lament
HesawDeanandSeamussittinginagroupnearby:thismeantthatthedormitorymustbeempty,ornearlyso.Withoutspeakingtoanybody,withoutmakingeyecontactatall,Harrywalkedstraightacrosstheroomandthroughthedoortotheboys’dormitories.
Ashehadhoped,Ronwaswaitingforhim,stillfullydressed,sittingonhisbed.Harrysatdownonhisownfour-posterandforamoment,theysimplystaredateachother.
"They’retalkingaboutclosingtheschool,"saidHarry.
"Lupinsaidtheywould,"saidRon.
Therewasapause.
"So?"saidRoninaverylowvoice,asthoughhethoughtthefurnituremightbelisteningin."Didyoufindone?Didyougetit?A—aHorcrux?"
Harryshookhishead.Allthathadtakenplacearoundthatblacklakeseemedlikeanoldnightmarenow;haditreallyhappened,andonlyhoursago?
"Youdidn’tgetit?"saidRon,lookingcrestfallen."Itwasn’tthere?"
"No,"saidHarry."Someonehadalreadytakenitandleftafakeinitsplace."
"Alreadytaken—?"
Wordlessly,Harrypulledthefakelocketfromhispocket,openedit,andpassedittoRon.Thefullstorycouldwait...itdidnotmattertonight...nothingmatteredexcepttheend,theendoftheirpointlessadventure,theendofDumbledore’slife...
"R.A.B.,"whisperedRon,"butwhowasthat?"
"Dunno,"saidHarry,lyingbackonhisbedfullyclothedandstaringblanklyupwards.HefeltnocuriosityatallaboutR.A.B.:hedoubtedthathewouldeverfeelcuriousagain.Ashelaythere,hebecameawaresuddenlythatthegroundsweresilent.Fawkeshadstoppedsinging