Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Will of Albus Dumbledore

           HelookedatGinny,wantingtosaysomething,thoughhehardlyknewwhat,butshehadturnedherbackonhim.Hethoughtthatshemighthavesuccumbed,foronce,totears.HecouldnotdoanythingtocomfortherinfrontofRon.

           "I’llseeyoulater,"hesaid,andfollowedtheothertwooutofthebedroom.

           Ronmarcheddownstairs,throughthestill-crowdedkitchenandintotheyard,andHarrykeptpacewithhimalltheway,Hermionetrottingalongbehindthemlookingscared.

           Oncehereachedtheseclusionofthefreshlymownlawn,RonroundedonHarry.

           "Youditchedher.Whatareyoudoingnow,messingheraround?"

           "I’mnotmessingheraround,"saidHarry,asHermionecaughtupwiththem.

           "Ron—"

           ButRonheldupahandtosilenceher.

           "Shewasreallycutupwhenyouendedit—"

           "SowasI.YouknowwhyIstoppedit,anditwasn’tbecauseIwantedto."

           "Yeah,butyougosnogginghernowandshe’sjustgoingtogetherhopesupagain—"

           "She’snotanidiot,sheknowsitcan’thappen,she’snotexpectingustotoendupmarried,or—"

           Ashesaidit,avividpictureformedinHarry’smindofGinnyinawhitedress,marryingatall,faceless,andunpleasantstranger.Inonespiralingmomentitseemedtohithim:Herfuturewasfreeandunencumbered,whereashis...hecouldseenothingbutVoldemortahead.

           "Ifyoukeepgropinghereverychanceyouget—"

           "Itwon’thappenagain,"saidHarryharshly.Thedaywascloudless,buthefeltasthoughthesunhadgonein.

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