Altea N, милости прошу.

Очень рад видеть у себя обладательницу самого позитивного аватара дайрей.

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Lecter jr, поздравляю с Днем Варенья!

Самого лучшего в мире Маньяка поздравляю с 26252423222120191817-летием! Удачи тебе и счастья, хорошей работы и здоровья справиться с твоей аллергией. А на закуску немного изменю своей традиции дарить цветы и подарю тебе картинку с намеком (навеенную злобно-рабочими постами в твоем дайри).

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Самую лучшую Запятую

поздравляю с Днем рожденья.

Пусть в день рожденья твоего

Тепло родных тебя согреет.

А с ним не страшно ничего,

Хоть снег летит, хоть ветер веет!





И как бы не пытались тучи застилать свет над твоей головой, всегда будет в них окно, через которое лучи солнца найдут дорогу, чтобы отпугнуть мрак от лучшего автора фандома, приятного собеседника и просто красивой девушки.

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Стихи. Кошачье.

Королева





Третий вечер моя королева грустна,

Третий вечер встречает в безмолвной тоске,

И дрожат жемчуга, словно капли дождя,

На холодной и белой как мрамор руке.



Третий день в королевстве разлад и печаль,

Вянут розы в саду, сохнет клен под окном.

Наш веселый консорт беззаботно умчал

К той, что мускусом пахнет и сладким вином.



Не моложе она, не прекрасней она,

Та, к которой консорта всем сердцем влечет,

Но она, к сожаленью, чужая жена,

А чужую жену медом вымазал черт.



И моя госпожа третий вечер без сна,

В замке кончился кофе и негде достать.

А былая подруга, чужая жена

Вместе с принцем-консортом ложится в кровать.



И в глазах королевы навеки зачах

Тот огонь, что сиял, озаряя мой дом.

Я сижу и мурлычу у ней на руках,

Только толку-то в том. Только толку-то в том.

(с) Тикки Шельен

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Население увеличивается.

 Sofias, сударыня, Ваш дайр произвел на меня неизгладимое впечатление. Обалденно красиво. Чем же столь пыльное место как Чердак смогло Вас привлечь? Неужели теми крохами познаний в СSS? В таком случае боюсь Вас разочаровать.

 Воля и Разум =) Мадмуазель, приветствую в своих владениях. Теряюсь в догадках, каким образом смог оказаться в Вашем избранном...

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С завтрашнего дня вроде как в отпуске... Есть шанс отдохнуть...

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Морское.

Ну вот что за люди, а? Ловить рыбу в такую погоду...

Погода и рыбак тут.

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Совершеннолетие.

Давным-давно, еще в прошлом веке, 18 лет назад, в 16-40 началась церемония, о которой Южный еще не пожалел ни разу. Так что, поздравления и подарки складывать в комментарии.

Собсно, сам повод

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ПОЗДРАВЛЯЮ!!!

С окончанием школьных экзаменов двух самых дальних по расстоянию, а не по отношению ПЧел!!!

 Astarta666 - умница и просто золотая медалистка. И еще очень обаятельная личность.

 Charmed Lina - одна из первых ПЧел, приглядевшая Чердак. Обладательница безупречного вкуса и шикарной камеры.



Девченки, пусть мой букетик и скромен, но зато от чистого сердца.

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Это жжжжж неспроста.

 navis vetus, благодарю за визит. Мой чердак к Вашим услугам. Небольшой подарок не будет лишним?

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Полезная ссыль.

Макеты дипломов.

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Вопль о помощи.

Люди-человеки, у кого есть исходники сов, накидайте, плииииз, очень надо. Моя благодарность не будет иметь границ в пределах разумного.

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Для себя.

сезон 1

сезон 2

сезон 3

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Пора переименовывать Чердак в улей.

 Nadalz, милости прошу, сударыня! Располагайтесь как дома, но не забывайте, что в гостях. И примите в знак моей признательности сей маленький букетик







и птичку.

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Конфетное-2.

 Nadalz картинку подкинула. Умереть не встать. Это же надо так над конфетами наиздеваться... Мне вот интересно. что ж они вовнутрь-то напихали?..

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Баян али как?

Народ, читавший ГП в подленнике, оцените, а? Это правда стиль мамы Ро или наглая подделка?

Под катом первая глава сего, с позволения сказать,произведения.

HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS



1. The Escape



Harry slunk warily along the footpath, his head slightly bowed, eye’s darting up and down the street, glancing every now and then left and right. His right hand hovered over the pocket in his worn out faded jeans where his wand lay hidden, but within easy grasp. His fist was unconsciously clenching and unclenching. Most people would have found the misty cool night air soothing, pleasant, but Harry was on edge. As he rounded the corner of Privet Drive, he stopped. His head turned to survey the street before him. There was nothing out of the ordinary, but he knew someone was there, somewhere, lurking in the darkest corners, or hidden by magic. He could feel their presence as sure as he knew he was standing there himself. He waited for someone to show. He never knew who it would be, but he could predict their appearance down to the last second. He stood for a moment, almost overwhelmed by his impatience. It had been the same every night ever since he had been at his Aunt and Uncles. And tonight, as before, a figure gradually emerged from the nothingness. Harry was able to make out the features as it made it's way towards him. It was Kingsley Shacklebolt. After scanning the area as soon as he had seen Harry, Kingsley had removed his invisibility cloak and given Harry a quick nod in greeting. When they were within a few feet of each other, Harry spoke. ‘What’s happening? Who’s here with you?’ His voice was calm, but his look was determined. ‘Goldstein is at the other end of the street’ Kingsley said in his deep voice ‘But he’ll be replaced by Tonks at midnight. I’m on until dawn.’ Even as he spoke, he never stopped surveying the area. ‘Nothing to report?’ This is how the quick exchanges between Harry and his guard had gone every night. ‘No, nothing.’ Harry’s eye’s barely met Kingsley’s as he looked down at his shuffling feet. ‘So … when am I getting out of here?’ ‘Nothing yet I’m afraid.’ Kingsley was used to Harry’s impatience, he had stood guard five out of the eight nights since Harry had returned to Privet Drive. ‘Give it a bit of time,’ he said ‘things are not as … easy … as they were. It’s going to take a fair bit of organizing. As it is Podmore has to leave early …’ he brushed his hand over his bald head ‘so I’m going to be hear alone for about half an hour.’ Harry looked up suddenly, and then looked back at the ground just as quickly, his eyes seeming to be searching for something. This was it! He thought. This was what he’d been waiting for. It was only a short amount of time, he would have to cut it close, but he knew he could do it. With one guard gone, he could slip through. ‘Is there any other news?’ Harry always dreaded asking this, but he had to know. If he was going to go through with his plan, he had to learn everything he could about what The Order knew. There was silence as Harry waited, eyes still lingering on the ground. He was sure if Kingsley caught his eye, he would see the guilt Harry tried so hard to conceal. Kingsley cleared his throat. ‘Some of the usual stuff.’ he said, though he seemed hesitant. ‘A few more missing people … they found Fudge’s body late last night.’ Harry looked away in disgust. Fudge hadn’t been his favourite person in the world. When Harry had returned from the graveyard, clutching Cedric Diggory’s dead body during the Triwizard Tournament over two years ago, Fudge had refused to believe that Voldemort had taken form again. And in the year following, he had gone to great lengths to discredit Harry in every way possible, squashing most of Dumbledore’s efforts to get people to believe in Harry and to prepare for Lord Voldemort’s return. But for all Fudge’s faults, he did not deserve the hand that fate had dealt him. Harry took a deep breath and turned back to Kingsley. Somehow this news had given him the push he needed. He now held such resolve that he was right in his plans, that he could look Shacklebolt directly in the eyes. ‘What are Voldemort and his Death Eaters up to? They must have a plan! You must know something from following the trail of blood they leave behind.’ Harry said this with such loathing that Kingsley barely grimaced at the mention of the name Voldemort, but pulled back slightly from Harry, seemingly more uncomfortable with his tone. ‘We don’t know … exactly.’ Kingsley said evasively. This was the final straw for Harry, he could tell Kingsley was reluctant to say too much, and finally the pressure of the past eight days, sitting uselessly in his room at the Dursleys waiting for news, biding his time unable to rest as he waited for his chance, suddenly burst to the surface. ‘If you think’ he said gravely ‘that Dumbledore didn’t know I was ready for this,’ his eyes blazed threateningly ‘then you’ve already lost to Voldemort!’ his body was rigid with frustration. Kingsley seemed exceedingly uncomfortable, but Harry didn’t care. If he was going to get out of Privet Drive tonight and take on the task Dumbledore had left him to do, then he needed information, and he needed it now. Harry had no intention of going after Voldemort yet. He had to find and destroy all of the Horcruxes, the artefacts that contained the pieces of Voldemort’s shattered soul, before he could do that. No, he needed information so he could avoid detection. If he was going to do this, he was going to have to do it alone, and the last thing he needed was for Voldemort to find out what he was up to. With the exception of Ron and Hermione, no one would know where he was, not the Order, not Mr. and Mrs. Weasley … not even Ginny. ‘Look,’ Kingsley said, he was fidgeting with the invisibility cloak hanging fluidly in his left hand. ‘I don’t know what good it will do you to know too much right now anyway. You-you can’t leave until you turn seventeen in a few weeks, it’s safer that way. You will be better protected here than anywhere else until then, now that Dumble…’ he trailed off with an awkward hand gesture. ‘Well … you know what I mean.’ He gave Harry a steady look, ‘It’s what he would have wanted.’ Harry let out a heavy sigh and his body slackened slightly. He knew he could not tell Kingsley why Dumbledore would have understood, he could not tell him about the Horcruxes, about Dumbledore’s dying wish, so he resigned himself to returning to No 4, where he would sit and wait, now his chance had come. Harry turned to leave, hunched over, defeated, and had only gone a few paces when Kingsley called after him. ‘See you same time tomorrow night, then.’ Harry turned slowly and looked at Kingsley ‘Yeah,’ he said quietly ‘I’ll be here.’ A sinking feeling crept over Harry as he turned his back on Kingsley. Would he ever see him again? Would he ever see any of them again? He straightened himself to his full height and resumed his state of readiness as he moved quietly back up Privet Drive. He knew what he had to do, the path lay before him, and he would walk that path alone, as he had done many times before.



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Harry could see the dim glow of light seeping through the small gaps in the curtains as he reached No.4. Someone was still awake. Harry crept up to the house and with great care, turned the handle and pushed the door open as quietly as possible, unwilling to give his Uncle yet another opportunity to start ranting at him, a favourite past time of his. It seems the Dursleys had decided the best way to repay Harry for inflicting Dumbledore on them last summer, was to make his life with them even harder for him than before. He suspected that it had a lot to do with Dumbledore’s comment about their beloved, and hopelessly spoiled dope of a son Dudley, who in their eyes was a perfect angel who could do no wrong. He stepped over the threshold then eased the door back into place and released the handle, but no sooner had he turned to mount the stairs when he saw his Uncle’s stocky figure standing in the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed over his rounded stomach. His eye’s glittered dangerously, as he glared at Harry, a smug satisfaction etched on his face. He had obviously known Harry had snuck out, and had been waiting there for him, ready to catch him. Harry had the impression of being like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. ‘I knew you were up to something!’ his uncle said in quiet triumph ‘I said to Petunia you had been sneaking around, and now …' his eyes narrowed ‘now I’ve got you!’ his barely suppressed glee at springing Harry was turning his face purple. ‘Where have you been boy?’ he demanded ‘Out terrorizing the neighbours? Prowling around the streets, causing trouble no doubt!’ Harry thought this was a bit rich. His cousin Dudley was the biggest thug in the neighbourhood, yet somehow his Aunt and Uncle had always managed to explain away his behaviour as ‘boisterous youth’ or ‘having a bit of roguish fun’. But Harry knew the truth; Dudley was a prat. Uncle Vernon’s eyebrow arched high on his forehead as he approached him, his arm raised and his finger jutting accusingly at Harry. ‘OUT WITH IT!’ he yelled sharply ‘Where have you been going every night?’ Harry was mildly astonished that his Uncle was even interested enough in his activities to realize he had been disappearing off on a regular basis. A trickle of playful wickedness ran through him. ‘I’ve been reporting to my guard, actually.’ Harry said casually, watching for his Uncle’s reaction. A deep sense of satisfaction filled Harry as he saw his uncle falter immediately, his face slackening. Uncle Vernon choked out the word ‘G-Guard?’ ‘Yes,’ said Harry ‘that’s right …’ He paused for effect, his Uncles eyes grew wide with uncertainty ‘Guard.’ Harry finally confirmed ‘they’re posted just down the street, been there ever since I got back from school. You’ve met some of them before … at the station.’ Uncle Vernon looked like he had been hit with a Silencio charm. His lips were trying to form words but no sound was coming out. Harry was enjoying himself immensely. He knew his uncle would not have forgotten his encounter with the formidable figure of Mad-eye Moody a year ago. Harry added with a measured tinge of exasperation ‘They insist I keep them updated with how things are while I’m here.’ He sighed dramatically. ‘They’re quite overprotective really...’ His Uncle’s lips suddenly fused together, Harry could tell he had not been able to find a single retort. He was looking everywhere else but at Harry, his arms dangling by his sides as he shifted his weight uncomfortably. He finally cleared his throat. ‘You’d best get to bed.’ He mumbled without looking at Harry and then he turned and disappeared into the kitchen without a word, Harry smirking after him. Strictly speaking, everything Harry said was perfectly true, so he felt no guilt what so ever that he had unhinged his Uncle. After all, it was only the fact that the Dursley’s were so unkind to him that gave them cause to worry about his "guard" in the first place. He headed to his room and sat on the end of his bed, Hedwig hooted softly at him from her perch atop the cupboard. He looked up at her and smiled. She was the one thing that made being at the Dursley's bearable.



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Harry had been planning this night since he had arrived back at the Dursleys, and now that his chance had come he felt a surge of adrenalin pulse through him. He had some last minute tasks to do before midnight came, but almost everything he would need, lay in a state of readiness. Mad-eye Moody had been his main obstacle, his magical eye saw right through almost everything, including invisibility cloaks, and Harry felt sure Moody could see through the walls into his very room at times, and on the nights Mad-eye took guard duty, he was quite certain he would not have been able to slip by him. Tonight however, Moody was not going to be a problem, and with only Kingsley on for maybe thirty minutes, he had his chance. Harry knew the guard changed at midnight and he glanced at the digital clock by his bed. 10.35pm, that would give him about an hour before he was to leave Privet Drive, forever. Harry drew in a deep breath as he leapt to his feet. Taking out some parchment and ink from his desk draw, he sat down and started to write. As the quill scrawled across the page, Hedwig twittered in anticipation, keen to be put to use again. She had gone out only once in the past eight days, and that was to deliver a short, hastily written note to Ron that contained nothing of interest. It was not safe to pass information by owl. Ron would be back at The Burrow, trying to learn anything he could by stealthily listening in on his father and Bill. On the train back from Hogwarts Harry, Ron and Hermione had sat in a compartment they kept to themselves, conceiving various tactical ways of gathering information while Ron and Hermione were at The Burrow. Hermione had arranged to stay after spending only a week with her family. They occasionally looked up when interrupted by Order members who were patrolling the train, or fellow students like Neville who wandered in. But they were, for the most part, left alone. The loss of Professor Dumbledore had imparted a sombre mood upon the Hogwarts Express. Every time the compartment door had slid open, Harry expected - hoped, to see Ginny’s face; he sat through the train journey back to London feeling like part of him was missing. It was the beginning of the end of what had been for Harry the most wonderfully comforting thing he had ever known. His heart would have liked nothing more than to have Ginny sat beside him; the smell of her hair drifting lazily in the air and the comforting warmth of her body leaned against his. But he knew she could not be with him, he had made that choice. She understood he had to leave her behind. She understood he must face this challenge without her. She understood. Harry looked at the message he had just finished writing, it was as bland as the one he had sent Ron, but it’s purpose was far more important. He was rolling it up and sealing it when Hedwig fluttered down from her perch and landed on the desk in front of him. She held out her leg expectantly. Harry smiled at her affectionately and scratched her neck ‘I’m not sending it yet.’ She nibbled at his finger a little too vigorously and Harry pulled it away ‘Ow!’ he breathed laughing softly, rubbing the red marks that she had left. She flapped her wings huffily and retreated to her cage for a drink. ‘You’ll just have to be patient, it wont be long.’ He laid the scroll on his bed and reached for a knapsack. He had discovered it while searching one of the closets in his room days before; it had been bought for Dudley to take on a camping trip the Dursleys embarked on many summers ago. It had lain discarded and forgotten ever since. Harry bent down and lifted the loose floorboard under his bed. There lay a reasonable store of provisions that he had managed to collect. He had been sneaking around the house in the gloom of night using his invisibility cloak. His Aunt Petunia put the missing food down to Dudley’s inability to stick to his diet; his cousin had frequently left traces of midnight binging strewn from one end of the kitchen to the other. One night, because of Dudley's veracious appetite, Harry had almost been sprung. While heading up to his room after having just raided the pantry for supplies, Harry met Dudley coming in the opposite direction. He had snuck out of his own room and was descending the stairs, heading straight for Harry who was concealed under his cloak. The sheer size of Dudley meant there wasn’t enough room for them to pass one another without Harry making significant contact with him. Harry was holding some packets of instant porridge, dried peas and some tinned fruit in his arms, and in his scramble to back down the stairs, he dropped a tin of apricot halves. It fell with a loud clunk, and then to his dismay, continued to roll down the stairs, Harry's feet dodging it, as he backed down the steps in an effort to get out of the way of Dudley. Thunk … thunk … thunk was all his startled cousin heard on the stairway below him. Dudley could see neither Harry, nor the tin of apricot halves still hidden under the cloak. When Harry and the tin came to a halt at the bottom of the stairs, he looked up and saw in the gloomy light from the street lamp outside, the look of sheer terror on his cousins bloodless, white face. Dudley's lower lip wobbled uncontrollably as he turned, stumbling over himself in his rush to get back to his room, inaudible squeaks escaping him as he heaved his weight against the door and slammed it shut. He did not venture out in the small hours of the morning again, which turned out to be very convenient for Harry indeed. Harry shoved some clothing and a bottle of water on top of the food he retrieved from the cavity, and then packed several other items carefully in the outside pockets of the pack. It was now heavily bulging as it lay on the bed. He reached in the closet for his broom, and placed it beside the scroll. He took out the invisibility cloak from his trunk and placed it over the back of the chair, and then lastly he packed his trunk with everything else he owned. It took him some time to check and double check that he had packed everything; he could not afford to leave anything behind this time as he had no intention of ever returning. Hedwig had been watching him from her cage, her head swivelling this way and that as she followed him round the room. She let out a small screech as Harry sat down at the desk to write one last note. Aunt Petunia, I want to thank you, for you have done more than you know. Because of you my mother did not die in vain. Harry He placed the parchment squarely in the centre of the desk, stood back and looked to Hedwig. ‘Okay,’ he said quietly raising his arm ‘come here.’ She fluttered down and settled onto Harry’s outstretched arm. ‘I need you to go to the park and wait for me there Hedwig.’ He said ‘Do you understand?’ She hooted softly and launched herself out of the window into the night. Harry locked his trunk, flung the pack on his back, grasped his broom and swung his invisibility cloak over him.



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Harry entered the park, tense and alert. He hadn’t needed to pass Shacklebolt because he was posted at the opposite end of the street, but he was half expecting Tonks to come materializing out of thin air on top of him, so he quickened his pace as soon as he left the path to number four. The bulk of his pack and the awkwardness of his broom made it difficult to stay completely concealed under his cloak, but his need for urgency was overtaking his need for care as he scuffled along under his cloak. Harry eyes were constantly on the move, searching for anything out of the ordinary, though he suspected he was safe for the time being. The Order of the Phoenix would not be looking for someone leaving the Dursley’s; they were primarily there to stop anything getting in. The street lamps glowing dully in the mist cast eerie sprawling shadows across the lonesome grass of the unwelcoming night time park. Hedwig was perched on top of the swings, her large eyes looking straight at Harry. She had extremely good eyesight at night, and had no doubt seen a part of Harry’s foot or broom poking carelessly from under his invisibility cloak. He stopped in the shadow of the large, dense oak tree and removed the cloak, stuffing it into his jacket. Hedwig plopped down in front of him silently and he bent down to tie the scroll to her leg. ‘Take this to Hagrid’ he said breathlessly ‘Don’t stop for anything, Okay?’ She trilled lightly and took off in a silent feathery swoop. Harry mounted his Firebolt and sped off after her, into the night. With any luck The Order wouldn’t discover his absence until the following night when he failed to make his nightly report. There was a possibility that Moody would take a shift before then and discover him gone, but Harry had at least twelve hours under his belt in that event. It was the best he could hope for. A pang of guilt stabbed at him as he tilted his head into the wind, he knew The Order would be thrown into a state of uproar when they found out, he could picture Lupin’s reaction when the news got back to Headquarters. Over the past few weeks Lupin had reluctantly tried to fill Dumbledore’s shoes and Harry had noticed the strain in his face when his ex-Professor had pulled him aside on the Hogwarts Express to give him instructions for the summer. Lupin would be racked with guilt and worry when he heard, but Harry could think of no other way to do what he knew he must. The wind bit through his jacket as he soared over the hills below. Hedwig was an incredible flyer, and although Harry had no trouble keeping up with her on his Firebolt, he couldn’t help but marvel at her skill and determination as he tailed her. Things would have been much easier if he was seventeen and confident with his disapparating, he could have apparated near his destination and been there in an instant. But using magic while he was sixteen at The Dursleys would have brought the ministry down on him immediately, which also would have alerted The Order, and Harry needed time if this was to work. Harry was chilled to the bone by the time he started the descent. He had been successfully led to Hogwarts by Hedwig who was heading straight for the newly restored Hagrid's hut, but Harry could not risk flying over the castle walls, unsure of the enchantments they held, so he landed near the edge of the Dark Forest and pulled his cloak back on. The absence of the brightly lit castle torches which normally sent light streaming out of the windows, made Hogwarts appear far less welcoming than Harry remembered, and it seemed to him that the castle itself was lamenting Dumbledores passing. When he finally rapped on Hagrid’s door, Harry heard Fang launch into a zealous round of barking, followed by the muffled sound of something breaking within. Hagrid opened the door only inches, his beetle like eyes staring suspiciously through the gap. ‘Who’s there?’ he grunted Harry lifted the front of his cloak so only Hagrid would see him, he had not seen anyone else around, but it was best to be cautious. ‘It’s me.’ He said in a half whisper, ‘Can I come in?’ ‘Oh, It’s you.’ Hagrid relaxed for a moment, but as he opened the door to let Harry pass he suddenly tensed again. ‘Wait a minute! Wha the ‘ell are you doin here?’ ‘Ssh!’ said Harry impatiently as he removed his cloak, placed his broom against the inside wall and proceeded to close all the curtains in the cabin. Hagrid had locked the door and was standing with his arms on his hips, a look of annoyance plastered across his face. ‘Yeh not s’pose to be here!’ he exclaimed, more quietly this time but his anger still evident. ‘Yer s’pose to be home where yer safe!’ Harry’s message lay opened on the table near Hedwig who was pecking at a dish of food. He gave her head an affectionate rub then pulled off his pack and threw it in a corner, planting himself on one of the huge wooden chairs by the table. ‘I need your help.’ He said, as he looked Hagrid squarely in the eyes. ‘There’s something I’ve got to do, something that I cant do alone. But it’s very important, and I need your help.’ ‘What are yeh talking about? Yeh cant jus walz in here with plans to do something that'll mor’an likely put yeh in danger again. Yeh can’t jus go sneakin off like that!’ Hagrid waved his arms pointedly at Harry. He was intensely irritated and if Harry hadn’t known him as well as he did, he might have feared him right now. ‘I had no choice,’ Harry’s eyes dropped to the ground and he added quietly ‘There was no other way.’ ‘I’m a member of The Order, I am!’ said Hagrid indignantly. ‘Wha are they gonna think when they discover yer gone, eh?’ Harry felt awful, but he needed to make Hagrid understand, so he looked up again. ‘Hagrid, please listen to me … this is really important … just hear me out. You know I wouldn’t have come unless there was no other way.’ And because he didn’t know what else to say, ‘Please Hagrid … trust me.’ Hagrid heard the plea behind Harry’s voice and his look of anger had gradually turned to one of concern. He seemed to be going through some sort of internal struggle as he moved over to the sink and scooped up the broken pieces of a cup. ‘Don’t know what good it’ll do yeh.’ He dumped them in a bin and looked over at Harry ‘I’ve half a mind to send a message 'n let ‘em, know where yeh are right now!’ He turned his full attention on Harry who sat slumped in the oversized chair. Hagrid puffed out his chest ‘Not promisin nothin mind,’ he said ‘but if yeh got somethin to say, I’ll hear yeh out.’



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‘I need you to take me to Godric's Hollow. I want you to show me where my parents were murdered.’ Harry watched Hagrid where he stood, and for a moment he wavered, the thought struck him that Hagrid would never agree to this. Hagrid’s eyes closed for a fraction of a moment as he sighed heavily, then he pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Harry, he was looking intently at the tabletop as if searching for the right words. ‘I knew yeh’d wan teh go there one day. Bin expectin it for a while,’ Harry had imagined all sorts of reactions from Hagrid, but not this. Hagrid finally met Harry’s eyes ‘ever since yeh returned from the graveyard, in fact. But it’s not somethin’ yeh should be thinkin ‘bout doin right now.’ Hagrid’s eyes swelled with tears and he looked away again ‘Not now tha Dumbledores gone. It’s not safe Harry, it’s the sorta place they’d be waitin fer yeh teh turn up.’ ‘I have to go Hagrid, I have to know what happened.’ Harry was trying to catch Hagrid’s eye. ‘I need to see where it all started.’ Hagrid was listening to Harry as though he knew exactly what he was going to say before he said it. ‘I need to see what’s left behind.’ Harry added quietly. Hagrid frowned as he looked back at him. ‘What d’yeh mean, left behind?’ Harry was trying to read the look on Hagrid’s face in an effort to decide what he should say next. ‘What’s left of my parents house?’ ‘It’s jus as it was the night it happened. The place was pretty much destroyed after Sirius returned and tha Pettigrew blew up the street. There wern’t much left, but nob'dy was allowed teh go near it after that, tell yer the truth, nob'dy much wanted to either.’ ‘So, no ones been through it since Voldemort was there? No one at all?’ Harry asked. ‘Dumbledore wen there teh put a block on it. Magic teh stop curious folk from wanderin in there. Guess he thought it might be dangerous still, or maybe he thought it was a fittin memorial, I don't know, but like I says ‘Arry, it’s not the sorta place yeh wanna be rushin off to now.’ Harry sighed and looked away. ‘I have to go, it’s something I’ve got to do.’ He was talking more to himself as he studied Hedwig, but then he looked back to Hagrid ‘And I’ll go with or without your help, if I have to.’ Hagrid was slowly shaking his head, his eyes on the table again ‘Yer goin to stay here until The Order come and get yer, I cant let yeh do it Harry, I’m sorry. I understand why yeh wanna go, but it’s not safe, I’ll send ‘em a message 'n let ‘em know yer here-’ He started to rise from his chair, but Harry leapt to his feet and had his wand out so fast that Hagrid stopped, one arm still resting on the table, eyeing the slightly shaking wand now aimed at him. ‘I’m going Hagrid, one way or another.’ Harry’s voice was shaking but he was determined to see this through. Hagrid drew himself to his full height as Harry gulped before adding, ‘You can either help me, or step aside’ Hagrid did not seemed perturbed by Harry’s wand; on the contrary, he was looking at Harry with what looked like pity. They stood across the table from one another for a time, neither speaking, but a change was gradually overcoming Hagrid. ‘Firs’ly, I know yeh wont use that thing on me so yeh migh as well put it away, and secondly’ Hagrid reached into a cupboard and pulled out a plate of rock cakes ‘Better have somethin to eat, it’s a way teh the Hollow and we don't know how long we’ll be gone.’



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A short time later the two of them were hurrying across the grounds, the sun was almost up and Harry, hidden under his cloak, was having a job to keep up with Hagrid’s gigantic strides. When they arrived at a battered old wooden shed near the greenhouses, Hagrid pulled out a key ring that jangled loudly with what must have been over a hundred keys, all of different shapes and sizes. He fumbled through them for a moment then seemed to find the one he was looking for. As the old door swung open they entered into complete darkness, Harry took out his wand and lifted the cloak. ‘Lumos’ There were no windows and the atmosphere in the shed was thick and dusty as if it hadn’t been opened in years. There was an assortment of odd wooden carvings scattered across the workbench and unusual leather straps dangled here and there from the ceiling. There were several rusty old cages of different sizes and strengths stacked against the walls, and in the very back corner stood a large dark motorcycle. Hagrid grabbed a scrap of cloth and brushed the seat, a cloud of dust and grit filled the air and Harry spluttered, waving his hand around trying to disperse it. ‘The last trip this bike did was teh take you from yer parents house to your Aunt and Uncles.’ Hagrid looked down at Harry ‘and now sixteen years on, it’s goin to take yeh back to the beginning again,’ Hagrid raised his eyebrows dubiously ‘if we can get it goin o‘course!’ 'This is Sirius's bike?' Harry looked at it as a pang shot through him. 'Yup! Kept it here all these years. Don't have much use for it meself, don't go anywhere I might need it. Still ere it is!' Hagrid patted it fondly. 'You know, come teh think of it, it'd be your bike now.' He leaned over it and winked at Harry, 'You want teh drive it?' 'No!' Harry said quickly, 'I mean, I don't have a license.' 'Well, yer in good company then,' Hagrid smiled. 'Nor do I!' Minutes later the bike was rumbling loudly and Harry scooted onto it’s back behind Hagrid. ‘Nox’ he said as he replaced his wand, careful to tuck his cloak around himself, keeping his feet well hidden. The biked jerked suddenly, then rolled out into the early dawn rays, Harry grasping the pillion bar tightly. ‘Yer alright Harry?’ Hagrid asked over his shoulder. ‘Yeah.’ Hagrid weaved between the greenhouses and headed towards the gate, once through he turned the bike South and accelerated. Harry felt the front wheel lift and a moment later the rear left the ground as well and they were ascending rapidly as Hagrid steered them over the forest. They sailed along at a great height for what seemed like hours to Harry, it was almost impossible to talk to Hagrid over the sound of the wind and the grumbling engine, so his thoughts strayed to other people and places. He had told Ron and Hermione of his plans to return to Godric's Hollow so he knew they would be expecting this, and he had sworn them to secrecy, so when they were questioned by Mr. Weasley, (as he knew they would be) they would put on a plausible act of innocence while denying any knowledge of his whereabouts. Ginny, on the other hand had no idea, though because she was always quick on the uptake, Harry suspected she would know he was up to something by Ron and Hermione's reactions. It made him feel better knowing that she was smart enough to figure out when something was really wrong, and he was reassured by the thoughts of seeing her again when the wedding came. He knew he would not be able to touch her, or seek the solace he had found in her arms, but he would look upon her again and that would be enough. The sun was high in the sky when they started their descent, and it wasn’t long before Hagrid had found a suitable place to land; a clearing near the edge of a pine forest. They walked some miles to the edge of town, Harry looking about him from under his invisibility cloak. As the houses became more frequent and shops started to spring up, Harry began to notice things about the town that were remarkably familiar.

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Дачное.

Любители флоры, кто из вас знает, как называются эти

цветуечки?

цветуечки?

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Морское

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Извращения с платными дайрями и дизом таки достигли и меня. Радикально ничего не менял, но самому результат понравился. Оставляю. Привыкайте.





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запись создана: 25.05.2007 в 13:21

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Какая ПЧела!!!

 Trifles, какими судьбами, сударыня? Что же все-таки повлияло на Ваше решение забраться на Чердак?

Прошу, располагайтесь как дома. И примите в знак моего уважения этот скромный цветок.