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 ⋆｡‧˚ʚ02. troublesomeɞ˚‧｡⋆
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Kimberly, with a cart laden with her baggage, equipment, and Adore, walked beside Hagrid, her gaze flicking from the towering half-giant to the curious onlookers. A couple of pedestrians, upon noticing Hagrid's enormous size, hastily averted their eyes, fear evident in their expressions.
Hagrid scowled at them, his deep voice rumbling as he muttered, "What're you lookin' at? Muggles always stare at me like I'm some sort of beast. I've been here for years, and it still don't get any easier." His large hands tugged at the brim of his hat, a gesture that only seemed to emphasize his already imposing presence.
Kimberly smirked, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Must be the height. I don't think they're used to seeing someone who could, well, flatten them with a sneeze." She tilted her head, watching as people scurried away from Hagrid's path. "It's like they forget the magic world exists right next to theirs."
Hagrid gave her a look, half amused and half exasperated. "Don' go startin' trouble now, Kimberly. I already got enough folks givin' me odd looks 'round here without you addin' to it."
Kimberly chuckled softly, shifting Adore's leash as the dog trotted beside her. "I can't help it. What's a muggle by the way?"
"Muggles is a person who lacks any sort of magical ability and was not born in a magical family. Muggles can also be described as people who do not have any magical blood inside them." He explained.
"Blimey, is that the time? Sorry, Kimberly, I'm gonna have to leave you. I needs to see someone. Now, uh, your train leaves in 10 minutes. Here's your ticket."
"Don't lose it. It's very important. Stick to your ticket," Hagrid's voice resonated with a solemnity that caught Kimberly's attention, his words weighted with significance as he handed her the small slip of paper.
With a sense of reverence, she accepted the ticket, her fingers tracing the familiar creases and folds that marked its surface. Drawing it closer, she scrutinized the details printed upon it, her brow furrowing with confusion as she attempted to decipher its cryptic message.
"Uh, Hagrid," she began tentatively, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she turned to address the towering figure before her, "I think this ticket is wrong... Platform 9¾? There's no such thing... unless we go through the wall." Her words hung in the air like a challenge, daring Hagrid to provide an explanation for the seemingly absurd destination printed upon the ticket.
As she looked up expectantly, however, she found herself met with an empty space where Hagrid had stood just moments before. Frowning in confusion, Kimberly scanned the bustling crowd in search of her companion, her heart pounding with a sudden sense of unease.
