Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Prince’s Tale

           Hiscolorroseagainashesaidit,unable,itseemed,toholdinhisresentment.

           "What’sPottergottodowithanything?"saidLily.

           "Theysneakoutatnight.There’ssomethingweirdaboutthatLupin.Wheredoeshekeepgoing?"

           "He’sill,"saidLily."Theysayhe’sill"

           "Everymonthatthefullmoon?"saidSnape.

           "Iknowyourtheory,"saidLily,andshesoundedcold."Whyareyousoobsessedwiththemanyway?Whydoyoucarewhatthey’redoingatnight?"

           "I’mjusttryingtoshowyouthey’renotaswonderfulaseveryoneseemstothinktheyare."

           Theintensityofhisgazemadeherblush.

           "Theydon’tuseDarkMagic,though."Shedroppedhervoice."Andyou’rebeingreallyungrateful.Iheardwhathappenedtheothernight.YouwentsneakingdownthattunnelbytheWhompingWillow,andJamesPottersavedyoufromwhatever’sdownthere"

           Snape’swholefacecontortedandhespluttered,"Saved?Saved?Youthinkhewasplayingthehero?Hewassavinghisneckandhisfriends’too!You’renotgoingtoIwon’tletyou"

           "Letme?Letme?"

           Lily’sbrightgreeneyeswereslits.Snapebacktrackedatonce.

           "Ididn’tmeanIjustdon’twanttoseeyoumadeafoolofHefanciesyou,JamesPotterfanciesyou!"Thewordsseemedwrenchedfromhimagainsthiswill."Andhe’snot…everyonethinks…bigQuidditchhero"Snape’sbitternessanddislikewererenderinghimincoherent,andLily’seyebrowsweretravelingfartherandfartherupherforehead."

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