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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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'
Yeah
...
right
...
'
Harry
crossed
to
the
door
as
fast
as
he
could
and
pulled
it
open
;
he
was
out
in
the
sunshine
again
before
Hagrid
had
finished
saying
goodbye
,
and
walking
away
across
the
lawn
.
Once
again
,
people
called
out
to
him
as
he
passed
.
He
closed
his
eyes
for
a
few
moments
,
wishing
they
would
all
vanish
,
that
he
could
open
his
eyes
and
find
himself
alone
in
the
grounds
...
A
few
days
ago
,
before
his
exams
had
finished
and
he
had
seen
the
vision
Voldemort
had
planted
in
his
mind
,
he
would
have
given
almost
anything
for
the
wizarding
world
to
know
he
had
been
telling
the
truth
,
for
them
to
believe
that
Voldemort
was
back
,
and
to
know
that
he
was
neither
a
liar
nor
mad
.
Now
,
however
...
He
walked
a
short
way
around
the
lake
,
sat
down
on
its
bank
,
sheltered
from
the
gaze
of
passers-by
behind
a
tangle
of
shrubs
,
and
stared
out
over
the
gleaming
water
,
thinking
...
Perhaps
the
reason
he
wanted
to
be
alone
was
because
he
had
felt
isolated
from
everybody
since
his
talk
with
Dumbledore
.
An
invisible
barrier
separated
him
from
the
rest
of
the
world
.
He
was
--
he
had
always
been
--
a
marked
man
.
It
was
just
that
he
had
never
really
understood
what
that
meant
...
And
yet
sitting
here
on
the
edge
of
the
lake
,
with
the
terrible
weight
of
grief
dragging
at
him
,
with
the
loss
of
Sirius
so
raw
and
fresh
inside
,
he
could
not
muster
any
great
sense
of
fear
.
It
was
sunny
,
and
the
grounds
around
him
were
full
of
laughing
people
,
and
even
though
he
felt
as
distant
from
them
as
though
he
belonged
to
a
different
race
,
it
was
still
very
hard
to
believe
as
he
sat
here
that
his
life
must
include
,
or
end
in
,
murder
...
He
sat
there
for
a
long
time
,
gazing
out
at
the
water
,
trying
not
to
think
about
his
godfather
or
to
remember
that
it
was
directly
across
from
here
,
on
the
opposite
bank
,
that
Sirius
had
once
collapsed
trying
to
fend
off
a
hundred
dementors
...
The
sun
had
set
before
he
realised
he
was
cold
.
He
got
up
and
returned
to
the
castle
,
wiping
his
face
on
his
sleeve
as
he
went
.
Ron
and
Hermione
left
the
hospital
wing
completely
cured
three
days
before
the
end
of
term
.
Hermione
kept
showing
signs
of
wanting
to
talk
about
Sirius
,
but
Ron
tended
to
make
'
hushing
'
noises
every
time
she
mentioned
his
name
.
Harry
was
still
not
sure
whether
or
not
he
wanted
to
talk
about
his
godfather
yet
;
his
wishes
varied
with
his
mood
.
He
knew
one
thing
,
though
:
unhappy
as
he
felt
at
the
moment
,
he
would
greatly
miss
Hogwarts
in
a
few
days
'
time
when
he
was
back
at
number
four
,
Privet
Drive
.
Even
though
he
now
understood
exactly
why
he
had
to
return
there
every
summer
,
he
did
not
feel
any
better
about
it
.
Indeed
,
he
had
never
dreaded
his
return
more
.
