Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

Bathilda’s Secret

           "No,"hemoaned.

           Thesnakerustledonthefilthy,clutteredfloor,andhehadkilledtheboy,andyethewastheboy....

           "No..."

           AndnowhestoodatthebrokenwindowofBathilda’shouse,immersedinmemoriesofhisgreatestloss,andathisfeetthegreatsnakeslitheredoverbrokenchinaandglass...Helookeddownandsawsomething...somethingincredible....

           "No..."

           "Harry,it’sallright,you’reallright!"

           Hestoopeddownandpickedupthesmashedphotograph.Therehewas,theunknownthief,thethiefhewasseeking....

           "No...Idroppedit....Idroppedit...."

           "Harry,it’sokay,wakeup,wakeup!"

           HewasHarry....Harry,notVoldemort...andthethingthatwasrustlingwasnotasnake....Heopenedhiseyes.

           "Harry,"Hermionewhispered."Doyoufeelallallright?"

           "Yes,"helied.

           Hewasinthetent,lyingononeofthelowerbunksbeneathaheapofblankets.Hecouldtellthatitwasalmostdawnbythestillnessandthequalityofthecold,flatlightbeyondthecanvasceiling.Hewasdrenchedinsweat;hecouldfeelitonthesheetsandblankets.

           "Wegotaway."

           "Yes,"saidHermione."IhadtouseaHoverCharmtogetyouintoyourbunk,Icouldn’tliftyou.You’vebeen...Well,youhaven’tbeenquite..."

           Therewerepurpleshadowsunderherbrowneyesandhenoticedasmallspongeinherhand:Shehadbeenwipinghisface.

           "You’vebeenill,"shefinished."Quiteill."

           "Howlongagodidweleave?"

           "Hoursago.It’snearlymorning."

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