Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Keeper of the Keys
Darkdays,Harry. Didn’tknowwhotertrust,didn’tdaregetfriendlywithstrangewizardsorwitches...terriblethingshappened. Hewastakin’over. ’Course,somestooduptohim—an’hekilled’em. Horribly. Oneo’theonlysafeplacesleftwasHogwarts. ReckonDumbledore’stheonlyoneYou-Know-Whowasafraidof. Didn’tdaretrytakin’theschool,notjus’then,anyway.
"Now,yermuman’dadwereasgoodawitchan’wizardasIeverknew. Headboyan’girlatHogwartsintheirday! Supposethemyst’ryiswhyYou-Know-Whonevertriedtoget’emonhissidebefore... probablyknewtheyweretoocloseterDumbledoreterwantanythin’terdowiththeDarkSide.
"Maybehethoughthecouldpersuade’em...maybehejustwanted’emouttatheway. Allanyoneknowsis,heturnedupinthevillagewhereyouwasallliving,onHalloweentenyearsago. Youwasjustayearold. Hecameteryerhousean’—an’—"
Hagridsuddenlypulledoutaverydirty,spottedhandkerchiefandblewhisnosewithasoundlikeafoghorn.
"Sorry,"hesaid. "Butit’sthatsad—knewyermuman’dad,an’nicerpeopleyehcouldn’tfind—anyway...
"You-Know-Whokilled’em. An’then—an’thisistherealmyst’ryofthething—hetriedtokillyou,too. Wantedtermakeacleanjobofit,Isuppose,ormaybehejustlikedkillin’bythen. Buthecouldn’tdoit. Neverwonderedhowyougotthatmarkonyerforehead? Thatwasnoordinarycut.
