Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

Malfoy Manor

           Harryslappedahandtohismouth,mufflinghisvoice.Silentlytheystruggled:Wormtail’swandemittedsparks;hissilverhandclosedaroundHarry’sthroat.

           "Whatisit,Wormtail?"calledLuciusMalfoyfromabove.

           "Nothing!"Roncalledback,inapassableimitationofWormtail’swheezyvoice."Allfine!"

           Harrycouldbarelybreathe.

           "You’regoingtokillme?"Harrychoked,attemptingtopriseoffthemetalfingers."AfterIsavedyourlife?Youoweme,Wormtail!"

           Thesilverfingersslackened.Harryhadnotexpectedit:Hewrenchedhimselffree,astonished,keepinghishandoverWormtail’smouth.Hesawtheratlikeman’ssmallwateryeyeswidenwithfearandsurprise:HeseemedjustasshockedasHarryatwhathishandhaddone,atthetiny,mercifulimpulseithadbetrayed,andhecontinuedtostrugglemorepowerfully,asthoughtoundothatmomentofweakness.

           "Andwe’llhavethat,"whisperedRon,tuggingWormtail’swandfromhisotherhand.

           Wandless,helpless,Pettigrew’spupilsdilatedinterror.HiseyeshadslidfromHarry’sfacetosomethingelse.Hisownsilverfingersweremovinginexorablytowardhisownthroat.

           "No"

           Withoutpausingtothink,Harrytriedtodragbackthehand,buttherewasnostoppingit.ThesilvertoolthatVoldemorthadgivenhismostcowardlyservanthadturneduponitsdisarmedanduselessowner;Pettigrewwasreapinghisrewardforhishesitation,hismomentofpity;hewasbeingstrangledbeforetheireyes.

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