Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Silver Doe

           Behindbothoftheglasswindowswithinblinkedalivingeye,darkandhandsomeasTomRiddle’seyeshadbeenbeforeheturnedthemscarletandslit-pupiled.

           "Stab,"saidHarry,holdingthelocketsteadyontherock.

           Ronraisedtheswordinhisshakinghands:Thepointdangledoverthefranticallyswivelingeyes,andHarrygrippedthelockettightly,bracinghimself,alreadyimaginingbloodpouringfromtheemptywindows.

           ThenavoicehissedfromouttheHorcrux.

           "Ihaveseenyourheart,anditismine."

           "Don’tlistentoit!"Harrysaidharshly."Stabit!"

           "Ihaveseenyourdreams,RonaldWeasley,andIhaveseenyourfears.Allyoudesireispossible,butallthatyoudreadisalsopossible…"

           "Stab!"shoutedHarry,hisvoiceechoedoffthesurroundingtrees,theswordpointtrembled,andRongazeddownintoRiddle’seyes.

           "Leastloved,always,bythemotherwhocravedadaughter…Leastloved,now,bythegirlwhoprefersyourfriend…Secondbest,always,eternallyovershadowed…"

           "Ron,stabitnow!"Harrybellowed:Hecouldfeelthelocketquiveringinthegripandwasscaredofwhatwascoming.Ronraisedtheswordstillhigher,andashedidso,Riddle’seyesgleamedscarlet.

           Outofthelocket’stwowindows,outoftheeyes,therebloomedliketwogrotesquebubbles,theheadsofHarryandHermione,weirdlydistorted.

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