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- Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти
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He
knew
it
had
happened
,
because
he
heard
slight
movements
around
him
that
suggested
frail
bodies
shifting
their
footing
on
the
earthy
,
twig-strewn
ground
that
marked
the
outer
edge
of
the
forest
.
He
opened
his
eyes
and
looked
around
.
They
were
neither
ghost
nor
truly
flesh
,
he
could
see
that
.
They
resembled
most
closely
the
Riddle
that
had
escaped
from
the
diary
so
long
ago
,
and
he
had
been
memory
made
nearly
solid
.
Less
substantial
than
living
bodies
,
but
much
more
than
ghosts
,
they
moved
toward
him
.
And
on
each
face
,
there
was
the
same
loving
smile
.
James
was
exactly
the
same
height
as
Harry
.
He
was
wearing
the
clothes
in
which
he
had
died
,
and
his
hair
was
untidy
and
ruffled
,
and
his
glasses
were
a
little
lopsided
,
like
Mr.
Weasley
's
.
Sirius
was
tall
and
handsome
,
and
younger
by
far
than
Harry
had
seen
him
in
life
.
He
loped
with
an
easy
grace
,
his
hands
in
his
pockets
and
a
grin
on
his
face
.
Lupin
was
younger
too
,
and
much
less
shabby
,
and
his
hair
was
thicker
and
darker
.
He
looked
happy
to
be
back
in
this
familiar
place
,
scene
of
so
many
adolescent
wanderings
.
Lily
's
smile
was
widest
of
all
.
She
pushed
her
long
hair
back
as
she
drew
closer
to
him
,
and
her
green
eyes
,
so
like
his
,
searched
his
face
hungrily
,
as
though
she
would
never
be
able
to
look
at
him
enough
.
"
You
've
been
so
brave
.
"
He
could
not
speak
.
His
eyes
feasted
on
her
,
and
he
thought
that
he
would
like
to
stand
and
look
at
her
forever
,
and
that
would
be
enough
.
"
You
are
nearly
there
,
"
said
James
.
"
Very
close
.
We
are
...
so
proud
of
you
.
"
