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There was his father waving up at him, beaming, the untidy black hair Harry had inherited standing up in all directions.
他爸爸在對他招手，滿臉是笑，他那被哈利繼承下來的亂糟糟的黑頭發向四面八方豎著。
There was his mother, alight with happiness, arm in arm with his Dad. And there... that must be him.
照片上也有媽媽，因為幸福而滿臉生輝，同他爸爸手挽手并排站著，還有……那一定是他。
Their best man... Harry had never given him a thought before.
他們的伴郎……哈利以前從來沒有想到過他。
If he hadn't known it was the same person, he would never have guessed it was Black in this old photograph.
如果他不知道那就是同一個人的話，他永遠也不會猜到這張老照片上的人就是布萊克，
His face wasn't sunken and waxy, but handsome, full of laughter.
他的臉龐并不凹陷蠟黃，卻是英俊的、笑嘻嘻的。
Had he already been working for Voldemort when this picture had been taken?
拍這張照片的時候他就已經在為伏地魔效勞了嗎？
Was he already planning the deaths of the two people next to him?
他是不是已經在計劃著殺死身邊的兩個人了？
Did he realise he was facing twelve years in Azkaban, twelve years which would make him unrecognisable?
他知道他要面對阿茲卡班的十二年，面對這會讓他變得叫人認不出來的十二年嗎？
But the Dementors don't affect him, Harry thought, staring into the handsome, laughing face.
但是那些攝魂怪沒有對他產生影響，哈利想道，一面瞪眼看著那張英俊的笑臉。
He doesn't have to hear my Mum screaming if they get too close,
如果它們太靠近，他不一定非要聽到我媽媽的尖叫，
Harry slammed the album shut, reached over and stuffed it back into his cabinet,
哈利啪的一聲合上相冊，伸手把相冊塞進床頭柜，
took off his robes and glasses and got into bed, making sure the hangings were hiding him from view.
脫下長袍，摘下眼鏡，躺到床上，又看看帷幕是不是把自己遮起來了。
The dormitory door opened.
宿舍的門開了。
'Harry?' said Ron's voice uncertainly.
“哈利？”羅恩的聲音，猶猶疑疑的。
But Harry lay still, pretending to be asleep.
哈利一動不動，假裝睡著。
He heard Ron leave again, and rolled over on his back, his eyes wide open.
他聽到羅恩離開了，于是翻了個身，睜大眼睛。
