Harry lay flat on his back , breathing hard as though he had been running . He had awoken from a vivid dream with his hands pressed over his face . The old scar on his forehead , which was shaped like a bolt of lightning , was burning beneath his fingers as though someone had just pressed a white-hot wire to his skin .
Гарри лежал на спине, тяжело дыша, как будто он бежал. Он проснулся от яркого сна с руками, прижатыми к лицу. Старый шрам на лбу в форме молнии горел под пальцами, как будто кто-то только что прижал к его коже раскаленную добела проволоку.
