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- Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти
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Her
pale
eyes
roved
over
the
platform
,
over
the
cats
mewling
in
their
owners
'
arms
,
over
the
owls
,
fluttering
and
hooting
at
each
other
in
cages
,
over
the
students
,
some
already
in
their
long
black
robes
,
loading
trunks
onto
the
scarlet
steam
engine
or
else
greeting
one
another
with
glad
cries
after
a
summer
apart
.
"
--
you
think
I
want
to
be
a
--
a
freak
?
"
Lily
's
eyes
filled
with
tears
as
Petunia
succeeded
in
tugging
her
hand
away
.
"
I
'm
not
a
freak
,
"
said
Lily
.
"
That
's
a
horrible
thing
to
say
.
"
"
That
's
where
you
're
going
,
"
said
Petunia
with
relish
.
"
A
special
school
for
freaks
.
You
and
that
Snape
boy
...
weirdos
,
that
's
what
you
two
are
.
It
's
good
you
're
being
separated
from
normal
people
.
It
's
for
our
safety
.
"
Lily
glanced
toward
her
parents
,
who
were
looking
around
the
platform
with
an
air
of
wholehearted
enjoyment
,
drinking
in
the
scene
.
Then
she
looked
back
at
her
sister
,
and
her
voice
was
low
and
fierce
.
"
You
did
n't
think
it
was
such
a
freaks
'
school
when
you
wrote
to
the
headmaster
and
begged
him
to
take
you
.
"
Petunia
turned
scarlet
.
"
Beg
?
I
did
n't
beg
!
"
"
I
saw
his
reply
.
It
was
very
kind
.
"
