Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

Malfoy Manor

           Sheraisedhereyebrows.

           "Bringthemin,"shesaid.

           Harryandtheotherswereshovedandkickedupbroadstonestepsintoahallwaylinedwithportraits.

           "Followme,"saidNarcissa,leadingthewayacrossthehall."Myson,Draco,ishomeforhisEasterholidays.IfthatisHarryPotter,hewillknow."

           Thedrawingroomdazzledafterthedarknessoutside;evenwithhiseyesalmostclosedHarrycouldmakeoutthewideproportionsoftheroom.Acrystalchandelierhungfromtheceiling,moreportraitsagainstthedarkpurplewalls.TwofiguresrosefromchairsinfrontofanornatemarblefireplaceastheprisonerswereforcedintotheroombytheSnatchers.

           "Whatisthis?"

           Thedreadfullyfamiliar,drawlingvoiceofLuciusMalfoyfellonHarry’sears.Hewaspanickingnow.Hecouldseenowayout,anditwaseasier,ashisfearmounted,toblockoutVoldemort’sthoughts,thoughhisscarwasstillburning.

           "Theysaythey’vegotPotter,"saidNarcissa’scoldvoice."Draco,comehere."

           HarrydidnotdarelookdirectlyatDraco,butsawhimobliquely;afigureslightlytallerthanhewas,risingfromanarmchair,hisfaceapaleandpointedblurbeneathwhite-blondhair.

           GreybackforcedtheprisonerstoturnagainsoastoplaceHarrydirectlybeneaththechandelier.

           "Well,boy?"raspedthewerewolf.

           Harrywasfacingamirroroverthefireplace,agreatgildedthinginanintricatelyscrolledframe.ThroughtheslitsofhiseyeshesawhisownreflectionforthefirsttimesinceleavingGrimmauldPlace.

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