Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Prince’s Tale

           Lupin,Tonks…Heyearnednottofeel…Hewishedhecouldripouthisheart,hisinnards,everythingthatwasscreaminginsidehim…

           Thecastlewascompletelyempty;eventheghostsseemedtohavejoinedthemassmourningintheGreatHall.Harryranwithoutstopping,clutchingthecrystalflaskofSnape’slastthoughts,andhedidnotslowdownuntilhereachedthestonegargoyleguardingtheheadmaster’soffice.

           "Password?"

           "Dumbledore!"saidHarrywithoutthinking,becauseitwashewhomheyearnedtosee,andtohissurprisethegargoyleslidasiderevealingthespiralstaircasebehind.

           ButwhenHarryburstintothecircularofficehefoundachange.Theportraitsthathungallaroundthewallswereempty.Notasingleheadmasterorheadmistressremainedtoseehim;all,itseemed,hadflittedaway,chargingthroughthepaintingsthatlinedthecastlesothattheycouldhaveaclearviewofwhatwasgoingon.

           HarryglancedhopelesslyatDumbledore’sdesertedframe,whichhungdirectlybehindtheheadmaster’schair,thenturnedhisbackonit.ThestonePensievelayinthecabinetwhereithadalwaysbeen.HarryheaveditontothedeskandpouredSnape’smemoriesintothewidebasinwithitsrunicmarkingsaroundtheedge.Toescapeintosomeoneelse’sheadwouldbeablessedrelief…NothingthatevenSnapehadlefthimcouldbeworsethanhisownthoughts.Thememoriesswirled,silverwhiteandstrange,andwithouthesitating,withafeelingofrecklessabandonment,asthoughthiswouldassuagehistorturinggrief,Harrydived.

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