Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Silver Doe

           "Yourmotherconfessed,"sneeredRiddle-Harry,whileRiddle-Hermionejeered,"thatshewouldhavepreferredmeasason,wouldbegladtoexchange…"

           "Whowouldn’tpreferhim,whatwomanwouldtakeyou,youarenothing,nothing,nothingtohim,"croonedRiddle-Hermione,andshestretchedlikeasnakeandentwinedherselfaroundRiddle-Harry,wrappinghiminacloseembrace:Theirlipsmet.

           Onthegroundinfrontofthem,Ron’sfacefilledwithanguish.Heraisedtheswordhigh,hisarmsshaking.

           "Doit,Ron!"Harryyelled.

           Ronlookedtowardhim,andHarrythoughthesawatraceofscarletinhiseyes.

           "Ron?"

           Theswordflashed,plunged:Harrythrewhimselfoutoftheway,thereasaclangofmetalandalong,drawn-outscream.Harrywhirledaround,slippinginthesnow,wandheldreadytodefendhimself,buttherewasnothingtofight.

           ThemonstrousversionsofhimselfandHermioneweregone:TherewasonlyRon,standingtherewiththeswordheldslacklyinhishand,lookingdownattheshatteredremainsofthelocketontheflatrock.

           Slowly,Harrywalkedbacktohim,hardlyknowingwhattosayordo.Ronwasbreathingheavily:Hiseyeswerenolongerredatall,buttheirnormalblue:theywerealsowet.

           Harrystooped,pretendinghehadnotseen,andpickedupthebrokenHorcrux.Ronhadpiercedtheglassinbothwindows:Riddle’seyesweregone,andthestainedsilkliningofthelocketwassmokingslightly.ThethingthathadlivedintheHorcruxhadvanished;torturingRonhadbeenitsfinalact.TheswordclangedasRondroppedit.

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