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- Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти
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"
Stand
aside
.
Stand
aside
,
girl
!
"
He
could
have
forced
her
away
from
the
crib
,
but
it
seemed
more
prudent
to
finish
them
all
...
The
green
light
flashed
around
the
room
and
she
dropped
like
her
husband
.
The
child
had
not
cried
all
this
time
:
He
could
stand
,
clutching
the
bars
of
his
crib
,
and
he
looked
up
into
the
intruder
's
face
with
a
kind
of
bright
interest
,
perhaps
thinking
that
it
was
his
father
who
hid
beneath
the
cloak
,
making
more
pretty
lights
,
and
his
mother
would
pop
up
any
moment
,
laughing
--
He
pointed
the
wand
very
carefully
into
the
boy
's
face
:
He
wanted
to
see
it
happen
,
the
destruction
of
this
one
,
inexplicable
danger
.
The
child
began
to
cry
:
It
had
seen
that
he
was
not
James
.
He
did
not
like
it
crying
,
he
had
never
been
able
to
stomach
the
small
ones
whining
in
the
orphanage
--
"
Avada
Kedavra
!
"
And
then
he
broke
:
He
was
nothing
,
nothing
but
pain
and
terror
,
and
he
must
hide
himself
,
not
here
in
the
rubble
of
the
ruined
house
,
where
the
child
was
trapped
and
screaming
,
but
far
away
...
far
away
...
"
No
,
"
he
moaned
.
The
snake
rustled
on
the
filthy
,
cluttered
floor
,
and
he
had
killed
the
boy
,
and
yet
he
was
the
boy
...
"
No
...
"
And
now
he
stood
at
the
broken
window
of
Bathilda
's
house
,
immersed
in
memories
of
his
greatest
loss
,
and
at
his
feet
the
great
snake
slithered
over
broken
china
and
glass
...
He
looked
down
and
saw
something
...
something
incredible
...
