Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Forest Again

           AswarmofDementorswasglidingamongstthetrees;hecouldfeeltheirchill,andhewasnotsurehewouldbeabletopasssafelythroughit.HehadnotstrengthleftforaPatronus.Hecouldnolongercontrolhisowntrembling.Itwasnot,afterall,soeasytodie.Everysecondhebreathed,thesmellofthegrass,thecoolaironhisface,wassoprecious:Tothinkthatpeoplehadyearsandyears,timetowaste,somuchtimeitdragged,andhewasclingingtoeachsecond.Atthesametimehethoughtthathewouldnotbeabletogoon,andknewthathemust.Thelonggamewasended,theSnitchhadbeencaught,itwastimetoleavetheair…

           TheSnitch.Hisnervelessfingersfumbledforamomentwiththepouchathisneckandhepulleditout.

           Iopenattheclose.

           Breathingfastandhard,hestareddownatit.Nowthathewantedtimetomoveasslowlyaspossible,heseemedtohavespedup,andunderstandingwascomingsofastitseemedtohavebypassedthough.Thiswastheclose.Thiswasthemoment.

           Hepressedthegoldenmetaltohislipsandwhispered,"Iamabouttodie."

           Themetalshellbrokeopen.Heloweredhisshakinghand,raisedDraco’swandbeneaththeCloak,andmurmured,"Lumos."

           TheblackstonewithisjaggedcrackrunningdownthecentersatinthetwohalvesoftheSnitch.TheResurrectionStonehadcrackeddowntheverticallinerepresentingtheElderWand.ThetriangleandcirclerepresentingtheCloakandthestonewerestilldiscernible.

           AndagainHarryunderstoodwithouthavingtothink.

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