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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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'
This
is
bizarre
!
'
Harry
barely
heard
Ron
yell
from
somewhere
behind
him
,
and
he
imagined
how
it
must
feel
to
be
speeding
along
at
this
height
with
no
visible
means
of
support
.
Twilight
fell
:
the
sky
was
turning
to
a
light
,
dusky
purple
littered
with
tiny
silver
stars
,
and
soon
only
the
lights
of
Muggle
towns
gave
them
any
clue
of
how
far
from
the
ground
they
were
,
or
how
very
fast
they
were
travelling
.
Harry
's
arms
were
wrapped
tightly
around
his
horse
's
neck
as
he
willed
it
to
go
even
faster
.
How
much
time
had
elapsed
since
he
had
seen
Sirius
lying
on
the
Department
of
Mysteries
floor
?
How
much
longer
would
Sirius
be
able
to
resist
Voldemort
?
All
Harry
knew
for
sure
was
that
his
godfather
had
neither
done
as
Voldemort
wanted
,
nor
died
,
for
he
was
convinced
that
either
outcome
would
have
caused
him
to
feel
Voldemort
's
jubilation
or
fury
course
through
his
own
body
,
making
his
scar
sear
as
painfully
as
it
had
on
the
night
Mr.
Weasley
was
attacked
.
On
they
flew
through
the
gathering
darkness
;
Harry
's
face
felt
stiff
and
cold
,
his
legs
numb
from
gripping
the
Thestral
's
sides
so
tightly
,
but
he
did
not
dare
shift
his
position
lest
he
slip
...
he
was
deaf
from
the
thundering
rush
of
air
in
his
ears
,
and
his
mouth
was
dry
and
frozen
from
the
cold
night
wind
.
He
had
lost
all
sense
of
how
far
they
had
come
;
all
his
faith
was
in
the
beast
beneath
him
,
still
streaking
purposefully
through
the
night
,
barely
flapping
its
wings
as
it
sped
ever
onwards
.
If
they
were
too
late
...
He
's
still
alive
,
he
's
still
fighting
,
I
can
feel
it
...
If
Voldemort
decided
Sirius
was
not
going
to
crack
...
I
'd
know
...
Harry
's
stomach
gave
a
jolt
;
the
Thestral
's
head
was
suddenly
pointing
towards
the
ground
and
he
actually
slid
forwards
a
few
inches
along
its
neck
.
They
were
descending
at
last
...
he
thought
he
heard
a
shriek
behind
him
and
twisted
around
dangerously
,
but
could
see
no
sign
of
a
falling
body
...
presumably
they
had
all
received
a
shock
from
the
change
of
direction
,
just
as
he
had
.
And
now
bright
orange
lights
were
growing
larger
and
rounder
on
all
sides
;
they
could
see
the
tops
of
buildings
,
streams
of
headlights
like
luminous
insect
eyes
,
squares
of
pale
yellow
that
were
windows
.
Quite
suddenly
,
it
seemed
,
they
were
hurtling
towards
the
pavement
;
Harry
gripped
the
Thestral
with
every
last
ounce
of
his
strength
,
braced
for
a
sudden
impact
,
but
the
horse
touched
the
dark
ground
as
lightly
as
a
shadow
and
Harry
slid
from
its
back
,
looking
around
at
the
street
where
the
overflowing
skip
still
stood
a
short
way
from
the
vandalised
telephone
box
,
both
drained
of
colour
in
the
flat
orange
glare
of
the
streetlights
.
Ron
landed
a
short
way
off
and
toppled
immediately
from
his
Thestral
on
to
the
pavement
.
