Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

Malfoy Manor

           Harry’seyes,stillpuffy,tookamomenttoacclimatize,thenhesawapairofwrought-irongatesatthefootofwhatlookedlikealongdrive.Heexperiencedthetiniesttrickleofrelief.Theworsthadnothappenedyet:Voldemortwasnothere.Hewas,Harryknew,forhewasfightingtoresistthevision,insomestrange,fortresslikeplace,atthetopofatower.HowlongitwouldtakeVoldemorttogettothisplace,onceheknewthatHarrywashere,wasanothermatter…

           OneoftheSnatchersstrodetothegatesandshookthem.

           "Howdowegetin?They’relocked,Greyback,Ican’tblimey!"

           Hewhippedhishandsawayinfright.Theironwascontorting,twistingitselfoutoftheabstractfurlsandcoilsintoafrighteningface,whichspokeinaclanging,echoingvoice."Stateyourpurpose!"

           "We’vegotPotter!"Greybackroaredtriumphantly."We’vecapturedHarryPotter!"

           Thegatesswungopen.

           "Comeon!"saidGreybacktohismen,andtheprisonerswereshuntedthroughthegatesandupthedrive,betweenhighhedgesthatmuffledtheirfootsteps.Harrysawaghostlywhiteshapeabovehim,andrealizeditwasanalbinopeacock.HestumbledandwasdraggedontohisfeetbyGreyback;nowhewasstaggeringalongsideways,tiedback-to-backtothefourotherprisoners.

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