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 ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 05. nightmare ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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Slowly, Kimberly blinked her eyes open, her body stiff from curling up tightly. The faint ringing in her ears lingered, annoying but manageable. As she pushed herself upright, the grogginess began to fade, replaced by confusion.
This wasn't her room.
Her fingers brushed against the cool fabric of a car seat, and she realized she was in the backseat of a vehicle. Her heart quickened—how had she ended up here?
Beside her, a little girl lay fast asleep, her small form curled up as if drained from a long, tiring day. Kimberly studied the child with a mix of curiosity and unease, her thoughts swirling. Was this real? A dream? None of it made sense, and the questions in her mind only multiplied.
Her gaze shifted to the window. Beyond the sleeping girl, the world outside was cloaked in darkness, the faint glow of the moon casting silvery light over the scene. The car rumbled along a bumpy, weathered road, winding its way through dense, unfamiliar woods. The eerie stillness of the night heightened her disorientation, leaving her grappling with the strange reality unfolding before her.
Not a single signpost or lamppost broke the oppressive darkness that seemed to press in from all sides, casting eerie shadows across the dense foliage. Gradually, the persistent ringing in her ears receded, replaced by the faint murmur of conversation emanating from the front seats of the car—a subtle reminder of the presence of two individuals engaged in dialogue, shrouded in the obscurity of the night.
"We must take her to him; it's the only way to shield her from that wench," the elderly woman asserted with a sense of urgency, her voice laden with concern. "I cannot bear the thought of losing my granddaughter." Kimberly deduced that the woman must be the child's grandmother, her intuition sharpened by the gravity of the situation. "I feel the same, my dear," the man replied, his gaze fixed steadfastly on the road ahead. "Rest assured, she will be safe with him. I give you my word." Despite his reassurance, his wife remained visibly unsettled.
Her gaze drifted out of the window, a deep furrow etched upon her brow, reflecting the turmoil within her. Fatigue etched lines upon the woman's face, and her eyes betrayed a mixture of guilt and regret, hinting at burdens carried and decisions weighed heavily upon her conscience. "Not even her?" She whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the weight of their conversation."Not even her," her husband affirmed, his tone resolute and comforting in equal measure. A steely resolve flickered in his eyes, an unwavering determination to protect his granddaughter at any cost evident in his gaze. As long as he drew breath, no harm would befall her under his watchful care. Once more, his wife's attention drifted out of the window, her gaze fixated beyond the veil of darkness shrouding the surrounding trees.
