postąpiliście wisely. Let the events are taking place with your track. I assure you that Simon did not bring the fire. Prefer not to attract attention. Now depart in peace, my children. But I go back with news of progress.
Melchior's father brought us to the exit.
you enclose a pact with the devil and not the view, and work for him - commented on the effects of our visit Viola.
I think that overall, we all want the same thing.
But what if death Asan has no connection with our investigation? - She asked. - What if the accident occurred? Why should we take on such a serious commitment to this monster? Why should we have to hunt down and kill the murderer? Asan was a thief. Whoever it to clean the, may be quite justified.
In that case, should not toss We corpse.
- panicked - she suggested. - Do not think. But now
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asked to death, and it is from us. This is not justice, is another murder.
invent something. For now slip into error in the dark. Plus a look at this situation. The killer probably has to us, so we can kill him without remorse.
No, please, is it not a blessing of fate? God, how to be a clown, there is no escape from this perverse logic. Listen, I feel that everything will be decided soon. I really think you should allow me to determine the true targets Waist.
There is no trace of blood - I judged.
hands and nails too have a clean - she said, thrusting it into my eyes. - Of course, if I was a murderer, it is sufficient oil in my head to wash up afterwards. Zaspokoiłeś curiosity?
Not really. You said you'd be back for two nights. What happened?
Isaiah saw his father with a bunch of real thugs. I decided that it would be impolite to force a push for the adoption, especially since he and I came in the same disguise.
And yesterday?
did not answer.
- For the last three nights, returning to the room 
already, come by order of someone who should get death, 226
already, come by order of someone who should get death, 226 for someone who looked like death, and for someone who actually came after death. Where were you last night? - Repeated.
I thought I'd found him in his room - she said slowly. I Claudius
We took him there after he found it here. He was killed because he was taken by Claudius, or for me. You were here last night?
not. I was stopped.
Who stopped you?
- I can not say. I lifted her
knives.
-are unarmed, my dear - I reminded her. - I ukrywałaś me the truth. I want to know for whom you work.
face turned purple.
How dare you! - Burst. - After I almost died for the guild, my question the loyalty?
But you died. As the only one so far.
do not believe that attacked me - she said, shaking his head. - Oh, Theophilus, after all these years after the expected you something better. Need proof. Great. - Thrown off the habit. Beneath it was a male clothing. Threw on the floor next two knives. - I am not unarmed. This is the first proof of my good faith. Here you have another. - She took to remove the tunic.
Wait - I protested.
Come Teosiu - fuknęła. - You've seen before this body. Do not pretend. 227
constant half-naked in front of me, looking just like me in the past eighteen known.
- What do you like? - She asked with amusement.
Before I could answer anything, she turned
- will juggle in the depths of the room - reassured him. - Those
little man does not even come near the dangerous casting
vowel. I'll see to it. Besides, we look at are
mobójców.
197 - Suicide is the last thing that would come into my head
- assured him. - Do not pay to spend time living under
number. Threats of payment.
went back to the street. Although a pass signed by Stanislaw kept in the shadows and back alleys. We walked towards the river, looking for a church.
In this city there were a couple. Constantinople has over two hundred houses of God, the great Hagia Sophia after brick chapels dedicated to saints so little known that probably - when you come to an end of their martyrdom, and came to the throne of God - the Lord, even glancing at them uncertainly and asked: "And you are .. .? "
Harry walked over to the sofa, knelt down and took both his hands in his Hermione. - Calm down, dear. Only a joke. one you blame for nothing. I told you yesterday that you are an adult and it's really not my business, who to hug or kiss. Ron's not - he added.
Hermione looked at Ron, and he confirmed reluctantly but surely. - Harry is right. We are your friends, Hermione. We love you, protect, and sometimes you nastukać if necessary. But we are not there to tell you with whom you must fall in love, and who do not. Everyone thought it was madness to Neville dating from Luna, but after all it is not defended, remember?
- Right - replied Hermione quietly. - Friends of something like this should not be imposed.
- When I snapped at you a few days ago, in anger, I forgot about it. But now I know. Much talked about it with Harry, when my mother was gone. I will not be wounded in the bush, I think it's a bad idea. The guy is completely nuts. Probably you will end up with a broken heart, or hitched to someone who will never be a true partner for you. But this is your case, Hermione. Whatever decision is taken, Harry and I will support you.
That's what it was in friendship. Not a common interest whether individual or collective saving the world. True friends stick together, even if some of them behaved completely idiotic. Hermione was not surprised, feeling the tears coming to your eyes. The good and bad fate, through the lean years and fat - two were his closest friends around the world. She understood that it is extraordinary lucky, she knew that the two will always remain by her side, even if they do not agree with its decisions. Even if she allowed herself to fall in love with a madman.
solving the old case can not in stock at Miracles have to wait or go to your pastor. The word has been said, next week.
Grażynko, Grześ not remember, because I think that he himself too much in our school do not like. As has already been called. "Public person" alone in an interview admitted that at that time had problems with discipline, and parents to nachodzili kyrektora ... Mostly wagarował, but the school expelled him not because he was apparently alone on Fridays, so it was a stout mind ... I raised the average school. I - you already mentioned above, I have this memory: after a long, empty corridor breaks to call the director, "Kolodko, I see it!" echoes off the walls and doors of classrooms, declining staircase under the portrait of MS-C on the lower corridor. I shyly sneaks into the door boarding and around the corner, at the bottom disappears high (if so I thought), thin, slightly hunched figure of a boy with an impish expression on his face.
I thought that this is probably a Kolodko. I probably was ... This is a name I heard a few more times, in similar situations, Dzerzhinsky, too, but people always dim for coal. " The headaches never occurred to me that one day
hear more about him, but in a completely other circumstances ...
- And you avoid the dark side of life - he said. - Potter must confront the greatest wybrykowi nature, ie, the Dark Lord. He will kill your beloved friend in the most disgusting and cruel manner, and will enjoy every moment. Why not win enough goodwill that will allow you to look and listen, your hero as this begs for death.
Gryfonki on the face appeared disgusted.
- You and the rest believe that there will be a duel to the official invitation. Maybe even in the Prairie Hogwarts ... Maybe in the spring, so that the birds were singing beautifully in the accompaniment. The Dark Lord will kill him, or, if in a good mood, snatch his throat and will be whispering in his ear sweet words, while Potter bleeds to death, standing on the same grass where he lay and studied for exams.
Hermione stared at Severus. Dammit, he's right.
- Not a word reply, Miss Granger? The reality proved to be too cruel? I'm so sorry. I'm not here so that you snuggle into his chest. You see, I am a voice of reason. I am the one who says that life is not only love and happiness. I know. I've seen, what is capable of the Dark Lord, and Potter goes straight into his hands. Unprepared. I can not let this happen.
- I never said that Harry is ready - she said quietly. - Only you ...
methods - my methods - growled Severus - that's right, Miss Granger. I will not be less brutal to appease people like you.
Hermione froze.
- like me? And what exactly is that supposed to mean?
- Can not you see that's what I do is necessary. I'm the darkness, which balances the light. Without me Potter will still believed he was invincible, and then go to certain death.
Gryfonka knoted hands on his chest and stared at the teacher. How is it possible that still inspires fear, even while lying in bed?
- So this is your answer? - She asked. - Do not you even try to learn with dignity?
- There is no dignity in pojedynkowaniu a madman. Those who care about labels in today's behavior times, lose their lives before they can be viewed - said Snape.
- Maybe it's true - she said - but you can not deny that, takes you from that pleasure. This is not learning.
- It does not matter. The result and so is the same. - Severus waved his hand dismissively.
- And so shall be given to you for that.
- Do not admit to anything. - Snape looked at the Hermione.
- James Potter is dead. Harry is a completely different man than his father - she said.
Potions Master narrowed eyes. On his face appeared angry, probably at the mere mention of the name. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and filled with determination.
- Do you really need to eject the prosecution in cases which do not have a clue?
- Will you be so stubborn that you are still taking revenge on Harry for something I did?
- This conversation is over, Miss Granger. Please go - it hath Severus.
- No.
Snape stared at her in disbelief.
- What?
leaned in his direction, collecting bandages.
- No, do not go out. Every time when it seems to you that you lose the dispute, you try to end the conversation.
- I have neither the patience nor the inclination to explain in front of you. You forget that they do not need your approval for my actions or motives. I would prefer that you decided to forgo the selection of these trials into my mind. You will not make me work out, let alone force me to say something that will betray me.
- You're impossible! You know, it seemed to me that Ron and Harry are childish, but it gives you a completely different meaning to the word! - She cried.
Love mocks common sense. And that's its charm and beauty.
To find love, do not knock on every door. When it's your hour, she will come to your home, your life, to your heart.
How many more will die before it becomes clear that too many have already died.
enthusiasm is delirium of reason.
In addition, she was relatively young, he was also handsome, no wonder, then, that the girls clung to him, just as the visiting local. Or rather, tried to cling, as it evoked about him, an invisible barrier that prevented the establishment of a more intimate relationship. Always polite, always friendly, always gallant - and nothing more. Those who tried to come closer to him, he sensed radiating from the bitterness and sadness. Beautiful Elleni once said something, what would be a romantic date on the seashore, that his smile is like honey from the wormwood.
As befits a true Slytherin, he wanted to give the impression that it allows her to win. In fact, he was groggy. Hermione covered him a quilt. She avoided his gaze, afraid that once again in him is misplaced. His eyes had a tremendous power - had the impression that examines her from head to toe, when looking at her. Suddenly I realized that it is close enough that he feels wind of his breath.
watched it carefully, the same look that attracts both her and meant that she wanted get away from him. It is as if some alien force dragged the moment, not allowing her to pass away without a trace. Slowly, she straightened up and moved toward the door, still staring at him. There was an awkward silence.
As for the rest - it may be more complicated.
- Complicated! - Tonks dialed my fingers, knocking on the occasion of his arm a little ivy leaf from drying. - It did not occur to you that there are some reasons that the Death Eaters do not do things like that fence, so once a month!
He paused for a moment on her pensive look.
- It did not occur to you that there are some reasons that a long time doing things that do not come to mind Death Eaters? But I'm still alive.
- yet - it's a good word, oh, good - burknęła. But I went to heat the water and even found some moss nieobrośnięte cake maker.
- Well, first of You - Know - Who. When you can do ... Test?
- supposedly planning something after the weekend - he replied briefly.
- Uhm. And with Dumbledore? How do you do?
- And, it's a little more complicated.
- More? I do not understand. What exactly is complicated in this part? After the Director has no such convenient way to tell you.
- I checked everything that Dumbledore could use. Legilimencji I tried, I measured, weighed, examined the aura of magic every inch of his body and his. Nothing. That is to say, everything is normal. He is me, and I was him.
Tonks shrugged.
- You Dumbledore'az head.
shook his head slowly, zasępiony, rubbing the end of nose with your finger.
- There is something else ... One of these sekrecików - such small secret drawers of Hogwarts, to which everyone wants to look at, but it's better they too often do not open, he will stutter.
earnestly trying not to look at him, eyes focusing on the bookshelves. She nodded, although it did not listen carefully to what she said Minerva. Equally, they could send Harry to discuss Romania's under the care of the dragons, if you ask her about. Severus still watched it, as if to force her, to pay attention to him. Finally, she looked into his eyes, angrily telling it that it has to stop.
shadow of satisfaction appeared on his face, infuriating her even more.
- Severus, if you even listening to me? - McGonagall asked with a hint of exasperation in his voice.
- But of course, Minerva - "he muttered. - You said you want me to discuss something that relates to Potter. A particular case of this argument, as określiłaś, which was today place. As I understand it, just To put his frustration regarding his behavior.
last strength Hermione managed to not burst out laughing. The school had to be quite shifty.
These are the Slytherins to God! There should be neither as passive nor as open. They should not so much to flaunt their weaknesses.
"Pleasure stawmy altars, let
drunken impudence,
and may be found in the goblet
and immortality"
- Why do not you run away alone? Certainly Lucius Malfoy would be a great fit for such a feat - Hermione sneered. He
elegant hand gesture, which seemed to say, "Well, you know ...".
- When you do not have a wand and you're locked in a cell that has enough protective spells to tame the dragon, you do not have too much room to maneuver, Miss Granger.
- Ah, yes. - Hermione fought together to preserve peace, but underestimated Malfoy. His every gesture or word was intended to derive from the balance. And she hated that that he succeeded. He was wyrachowanym bastard.
- so let me tell you about how you have been caught a second time - she said.
head tilted to one side. - You know, I do not feel like it. - His voice remained bored, but the expression has become diabolical.
aciskając teeth, Hermione mastered the tone of voice and a grimace on his face. - Okay. Are you aware of the current state of your family?
- Yes, I know that my wife ran away and my son is dead - he replied calmly.
- What was your reaction to the death of Draco? - Hermione inquired, wondering whether it sad. Not proved.
- I knew it would happen sooner or later. So it goes. - He smiled. - But if the lady refers to the fact that he died so young, I can not say that I am more sorry than you. He was rather disappointing child.
his current attitude seemed to show that it is in the nose of perfection. But she knew it was just a pretense. And of course, Draco was less than perfect.
- Do you know You went where Narcissus? - She asked.
no doubt realized that trying to provoke him. Has kept a cool head and said a protracted vote - probably to France or any other European country, where they can comfortably remain in hiding.
- How do you feel in this regard, Mr. Malfoy? - Hermione suspected that this issue is difficult for Lucius, so her own anger ulatniała up.
- Who are you? A damn psychologist? - There is still ruled over them (Due to suppressed anger, said in a stifled voice, hence the small gap between the "bloody" and "psychologist") but his gray eyes threw lightning. Hermione unconsciously tilted backwards when moved closer.
- Why do not you answer the question. Please - added automatically.
hatred disappeared from his gaze, but Hermione felt that it only masked. He straightened up.
- I suppose you expect me to say that I feel hurt. Betrayed. Angry. Depressed. - Lucius closed his eyes for a moment.
- I'm not. Why should I feel anything other than pleased that my wife is safe, away from this country? - He said, and his gray eyes stared intensely at her brown.
Hermione was afraid of his unexpected reaction and passed him aware of this, her hand went into his pocket to tighten around the wand. Realized that asking such questions was dangerous, but felt the inexplicable desire to carry on.
- He loved her? - Asked a voice barely louder than a whisper.
Almost immediately, the assumptions were correct. He rose rapidly.
- Is it love? - Repeated the voice, no louder than hers. - Yes. Yes, I loved it. I loved her hands, her lips, her voice and her eyes. I loved the way he put his golden hair on my chest and listened to my heartbeat.
raised his voice a bit, not even being aware of it. - I loved her in a way whom you are, a little dirty mud, you'll never understand!
Rosa, you know him? - She asked.
- Charles Brown. Hopeless case. I heard about him. Uses the girls, and those good grades is mainly due to magical teachers.
- This is why it was the book?
- And did I say that the rumors are true? Just as I heard about it. Really nothing interesting, the rest you saw. Vision - ten points, the sound - a total zero!
- I do not know whether such a total, but terrible with the beets. Without any chance of a normal girl - Hermione concluded and began to rummage in a leather bag, lying on the bed
Once opened her mouth to answer, the man pulled away. - Do not feel offended. It's actually very flattering that you're so involved.
Hermione looked at his smile. She had no desire to fight for more control - at least not at this time. She had control of their conversation, and he had obediently respond to her questions.
Previously it has always guaranteed the vast intelligence of a range of power - especially over Harry and Ron - so she was accustomed to the impact exerted on them, even if Harry was the informal leader. Lucius was able to manipulate it so subtly and smoothly that versed when it was already too late.
hated it and knew that he could not afford a distraction, because he uses it. Adding the fact that, not once suggested that it believed it to be - which, exceptionally attractive, or what? He was a finite bastard. Ultimately
latter exchange of views made it was no longer able to speak to Lucius, he would desire infantylnemu hitting him in the face.
- That's all for today - announced sternly, pushing his quill and parchment in the bag. Wooden chair on which sat zaskrzypiało loud when she got up abruptly.
Lucius did not even stir.
- Scratching an itch, is not it?
Hermione went furious and informed Seward that can no longer remove the furniture and lock the door.
He nodded, ran a trembling z pomieszczenia. Śmiech był tak samo przerażający, jak incydent z nożem i Hermiona poważnie się zastanawiała, czy nie powinna odpuścić. Śmiech sam w sobie nie był ani histeryczny, ani maniakalny, ale tak samo mocno ją przestraszył. Jego niekonsekwentne i niepokojące (nie wspominając, że w pewnym stopniu dramatyczne) zachowanie, w połączeniu z faktem, że zawsze kontrolował sytuację, bardzo ją denerwowało.
"Wypowiesz trzy życzenia, a wszystkie się spełnią. Wypowiesz trzysta, a wszystkie uszanuję."
— Tak przy okazji, dlaczego zadowala subordinate position to you instead of the ruler? - Hermione wondered. That seemed to be rather incompatible with the nature of Malfoy.
- Since the governing people are always more vulnerable - Lucius explained.
It sounded like something that had said Moody, thought Hermione.
- I, like the first time when he fell Voldemort, you can always return to public favor, saying that you were forced to support a fallen Dark Lord against his will - Lucius continued.
- Very smart - Hermione commented.
Lucius smiled like a crocodile.
- And what if one of the Dark Lord will not be built for your life? - She asked.
Again, these awful sweet nothings. Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but closed them abruptly. She gave the bait, thinking that she was on top. Lucius was a shrewd Slytherin and too dangerous for her opponent. She lost control of the situation at the moment when she came to his cell.
Lucius laughed and drew back his hand. - Dirty blood smells like rot. It smells disgusting dung and adultery, where it originates. It is barely perceptible, traitorous smell, which neither fragrance nor magic never hide. Never. - He smiled. Then hastily wiped his hand into his robes.
- They took my gloves - explained the sorrowing, childish tone, though his face was mocking.
"defeat after defeat, failure after failure. Do not give up however, and still tried. Went down in history."
"Despair is a traitor, by which we lose it, what we could achieve, because we do not have the courage to try, "Shakespeare
Bench
And I'll sit on the bench for an eternity, noting
quarterly something new - a change
boring scenery.
you - you'll see just another corpse!
( cause of death was despair and hope
squared.)
you - still love her wonderful beings!
(Just add a glass of everyday life,
shaken, not stirred.)
Ever wonder how much you need time to forget
?
It's hard to deal with the lack of a head, a few limbs ...
And although I will want to come off the bench, in my mind
Wgryzając psychotropy without a prescription - an attempt to restore
mourning -
You - Find yourself your own bench!
(chase someone, break, crush and destroy,
then take his place.)
- often watching the sunset?
- This is a version of gryfońskiego bang? - Sneered Malfoy.
- No, it's just polite question. - There was a long silence, and Harry stopped believing that Malfoy is going to respond at all. But then he heard a quiet growl:
- No. Never.
- But ... watching the sun rise - did not finish because I interrupted him irritated sigh blonde.
- This is something else.
Harry forced himself not to tear my eyes away from the play of colors crawling on the lake's surface.
- Why is it something else? - He heard the rattle of small stones, when Malfoy clenched his fists on the stony ground.
- Because sunrises are more interesting - blond snorted.
- But why?
Malfoy jumped to his feet and stood, staring angrily at the sun.
- Because I know that all things must come to an end, Potter. - He turned his head and threw Harry's hostile gaze. - Only the beginning we can never be sure.
Harry frowned.
- But I do not know how things will end. - Malfoy raised an eyebrow and one corner of his mouth was bent in a bitter smile.
- Oh, but sometimes you guess. - Harry gazed at him without saying a word. After a while, Malfoy turned his head to look at the last rays of the sun disappearing for the distant hills.
- It's almost tomorrow - said Harry, what Malfoy suddenly turned to him.
- you and it's your tomorrow - burst - and that your pochrzaniona hope when you're the last person around who can count a lot tomorrow. - Malfoy, without waiting for an answer, gave of themselves smothered growl, leaped from the ground coat and turned to leave, but Harry grabbed his arm.
- What now? - Fuknął Slytherin. Harry tightened his grip, his fingers digging in the pale slender forearm muscles.
- What are you doing tomorrow? - He asked quietly. Malfoy narrowed his eyes.
- I'm coming home.
- not what I meant and you know about it.
- But that's all you need to know, Potter.
stared at each other, and the silence and tension hung between them. Red sunset reflected in the eyes of Malfoy. Harry loosened his grip and slowly took a step backwards.
- Good. - No was able to stop the prosecution in his eyes, but calm voice answered and unaltered. - You do what you want, Malfoy. As always.
- was never about what I want. - Slytherin's face flitted a shadow.
- Everyone has a choice.
- Maybe in your world, Potter. - Harry went a step forward, not taking his gaze from the eyes of Malfoy.
- If you had not noticed, we inhabit the same goddamn world.
- And who is now straying from the topic? Steel
too close together, but none of them was willing to withdraw, so that already do not violate their personal space boundaries.
- I'll see you again, after the war, Malfoy - Harry said quietly - and then you have to answer for their actions. - He narrowed his eyes. - It forces you, would you not answer.
- This is the promise?
- Yes. It's a promise.
Malfoy laughed bitterly.
- Do not nobody ever told you, Potter, not to make promises?
- always have in store some good advice, Malfoy.
- I like to think I'm just smart.
- The question of point of view, but - said Harry, following another step forward - in all the same I have for you a little advice.
- Oh, really? - Slytherin sneered with a smirk on his face. - I hear it.
- First, you should never forget that I've always keeps its promises. - Malfoy laughed, but fell silent and held his breath when Harry took a further step forward so that it almost touched.
- I should also note that ... - Griffon grabbed the silver-blue tie and pulled his blonde toward each other. Malfoy felt his breath on his open mouth with utter surprise. - That there are more ways than one, to mark someone. - Slytherin shuddered as Harry dragged his finger along his forearm.
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