| Harry, though still rather small and skinny for his age, had grown a few inches over the last year. His jet-black hair, however, was just as it always had been — stubbornly untidy, whatever he did to it. The eyes behind his glasses were bright green, and on his forehead, clearly visible through his hair, was a thin scar, shaped like a bolt of lightning. | Гарри, хотя и был по-прежнему невысоким и худеньким для своего возраста, всё же подрос за лето на пару дюймов. А вот его угольно-черные волосы оставались такими же, какими и были всегда -упрямыми, жёсткими, непослушными. Из-за стекол очков смотрели всё те же ярко-зеленые глаза, а на лбу сквозь чёлку отчётливо проглядывал тонкий зигзагообразный шрам. |
| Of all the unusual things about Harry, this scar was the most extraordinary of all. It was not, as the Dursleys had pretended for ten years, a souvenir of the car crash that had killed Harry’s parents, because Lily and James Potter had not died in a car crash. They had been murdered, murdered by the most feared Dark wizard for a hundred years, Lord Voldemort. Harry had escaped from the same attack with nothing more than a scar on his forehead, where Voldemort’s curse, instead of killing him, had rebounded upon its originator. Barely alive, Voldemort had fled. |