Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Prince’s Tale

           InevermeanttocallyouMudblood,itjust"

           "Slippedout?"TherewasnopityinLily’svoice."It’stoolate.I’vemadeexcusesforyouforyears.NoneofmyfriendscanunderstandwhyIeventalktoyou.YouandyourpreciouslittleDeathEaterfriendsyousee,youdon’tevendenyit!Youdon’tevendenythat’swhatyou’reallaimingtobe!Youcan’twaittojoinYou-Know-Who,canyou?"

           Heopenedhismouth,butcloseditwithoutspeaking.

           "Ican’tpretendanymore.You’vechosenyourway,I’vechosenmine."

           "Nolisten,Ididn’tmean"

           "tocallmeMudblood?ButyoucalleveryoneofmybirthMudblood,Severus.WhyshouldIbeanydifferent?"

           Hestruggledonthevergeofspeech,butwithacontemptuouslooksheturnedandclimbedbackthroughtheportraithole…

           Thecorridordissolved,andthescenetookalittlelongertoreform:Harryseemedtoflythroughshiftingshapesandcolorsuntilhissurroundingssolidifiedagainandhestoodonahilltop,forlornandcoldinthedarkness,thewindwhistlingthroughthebranchesofafewleaflesstrees.TheadultSnapewaspanting,turningonthespot,hiswandgrippedtightlyinhishand,waitingforsomethingorforsomeone…HisfearinfectedHarrytoo,eventhoughheknewthathecouldnotbeharmed,andhelookedoverhisshoulder,wonderingwhatitwasthatSnapewaswaitingfor

           Thenablinding,jaggedjetofwhitelightflewthroughtheair.Harrythoughtoflightning,butSnapehaddroppedtohiskneesandhiswandhadflownoutofhishand.

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