𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 (🪄) 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ❝ there's no glory in taking the
easy path, only mediocrity. i'll take the thorns if it means i bloom brighter. ❞
RE-WRITTEN
harry potter and the philosopher's stone - the deathly h...
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ? 🩰 DRACO MALFOY ⋆｡‧˚ʚ01. the new beginningɞ˚‧｡⋆
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When Kimberly woke up in the unfamiliar cabin, she had no idea how she got there or why her head felt as if it was being repeatedly hit with a hammer.
There was a loud ringing in her ears that she couldn't shake off and it seemed to block all other sounds. Her vision was blurry, yet she couldn't clear it up no matter how many times she blinked or shook her head. Her heart raced with a sense of impending doom, as if the world around her was fading into a distant haze, leaving her stranded in a disorienting void of uncertainty.
At first, it was quiet. Then it got louder and louder until, all at once, her vision and hearing cleared immediately. She could then clearly see a giant stature towering her and made her flinch back. The man notices this and tries to calm her, "Hey, hey, kid you alright?" She nods slowly, still shaken, her gaze fixed on the towering figure before her. Despite his reassuring words, she couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of unease that enveloped her like a shroud.
Her dizziness began to fade away and the room turned right side up. She rubbed her forehead, begging it to stop pounding. It seemed to be screaming at her.
"I—what? Where am I? And who are you?" she asked, dazed, her vision still blurry from whatever had happened.
Hagrid paused for a heartbeat, his large brow furrowing as he tried to think of the right words.
The thought of being alone with a man who was literally a giant made Kimberly uneasy. She instinctively shifted, trying to put some distance between them. The last thing she needed was to be trapped in an unknown place with someone who looked like he could crush her with a single hand.
"Okay... let's start with me," Hagrid said in his gruff voice, breaking through her anxious thoughts. "I'm Hagrid. I'm the one who brought you here, nearly dead." Kimberly's eyes widened at the mention of her near-death state, her mind racing, but she could barely recall what had happened before she woke up here.
She nodded slowly, trying to piece things together. "I—I'm Kimberly," she whispered, as if that explanation alone could clear up everything.
"I know," Hagrid said simply, his eyes studying her with an unreadable expression. Kimberly tilted her head in confusion.
"How'd you know my name?" she asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.
Hagrid didn't immediately answer. Instead, he reached into his massive coat, the fabric rustling as he retrieved something. He pulled out a letter, its edges worn as if it had been carried a long way. He handed it to her, his large hand dwarfing the small envelope. "This letter will make sense to you when you open it," he said gently.
