Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

Godric’s Hollow

           Oneithersideoftheslipperypathtothechurchdoors,thesnowlaydeepanduntouched.Theymovedoffthroughthesnow,carvingdeeptrenchesbehindthemastheywalkedaroundthebuilding,keepingtotheshadowsbeneaththebrilliantwindows.

           Behindthechurch,rowuponrowofsnowytombstonesprotrudedfromablanketofpalebluethatwasfleckedwithdazzlingred,gold,andgreenwhereverthereflectionsfromthestainedglasshitthesnow.Keepinghishandclosedtightlyonthewandinhisjacketpocket,Harrymovedtowardthenearestgrave.

           "Lookatthis,it’sanAbbott,couldbesomelong-lostrelationofHannah’s!"

           "Keepyourvoicedown,"Hermionebeggedhim.

           Theywadeddeeperanddeeperintothegraveyard,gougingdarktracksintothesnowbehindthem,stoopingtopeeratthewordsonoldheadstones,everynowandthensquintingintothesurroundingdarknesstomakeabsolutelysurethattheywereunaccompanied.

           "Harry,here!"

           Hermionewastworowsoftombstonesaway;hehadtowadebacktoher,hisheartpositivelybanginginhischest.

           "Isit?"

           "No,butlook!"

           Shepointedtothedarkstone.Harrystoopeddownandsaw,uponthefrozen,lichen-spottedgranite,thewordsKENDRADUMBLEDOREand,ashortwaybelowherdatesofbirthanddeath,ANDHERDAUGHTERARIANA.Therewasalsoaquotation:

           Whereyourtreasureis,therewillyourheartbealso.

           SoRitaSkeeterandMurielhadgotsomeoftheirfactsright.TheDumbledorefamilyhadindeedlivedhere,andpartofithaddiedhere.

           Seeingthegravewasworsethanhearingaboutit.

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