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 08. forbidden forest ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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"Hagrid!"
"Oh, hello. Sorry, don't wish to be rude, but I'm in no fit state to entertain today." Hagrid began to close the door when all four of them shouted in unison, "We know about the Philosopher's Stone!" Hagrid opened the door again. "Well, that's one way to get his attention," sassed Kimberly as she crossed her arms and tilted her head while looking at Hagrid. "Oh, come in." They all came into Hagrid's hut, "So, now what's all this about the stone?"
"We think Snape's trying to steal it." Kimberly secretly rolled her eyes. "Snape? Blimey, Harry, you're not still on about him, are you?"
"Hagrid, we know he's after the Stone. We just don't know why." Kimberly crossed her arms tighter and sighed loudly. "You really think my father would try to steal something like that? He has better things to do than get himself expelled from Hogwarts." Ron frowned, looking between Harry and Kimberly. "But we saw him with that wound on his leg. He was trying to get past the three-headed dog!"
Kimberly rolled her eyes again. "Maybe he was trying to protect the Stone, ever think of that?" Hermione, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "But why wouldn't he just tell Dumbledore then?" Hagrid cut in, looking uncomfortable. "Kimberly's right. Snape is one of the teachers protecting the Stone! He's not about to steal it!"
"Wait a minute," Harry said as Ron soon saw Hagrid's boarhound, Fang, who sniffed him. "One of the teachers?" Hermione spoke out while sitting in a large chair. "Of course! There are other things defending the Stone, aren't there? Spells, enchantments."
"That's right. Waste of bloody time, if you ask me," Hagrid answered. Hermione looked at Ron, who was still being sniffed in the face by Fang. Finally, Ron shuffled away. "Ain't no one gonna get past Fluffy. Hehe, not a soul knows how. Except for me and Dumbledore... I shouldn't have told you that. I shouldn't have told you that." Suddenly, a cauldron over a fire began to rattle. "Oh!" Hagrid hurried over and grabbed something. "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" He placed it on the table. It was an egg. The group crowded around.
"Uh, Hagrid, what exactly is that?" Kimberly squinted her eyes. "That? It's a..."
"I know what that is! But Hagrid, how did you get one?" Ron cut him off. "I won it. Off a stranger I met down at a pub. Seemed quite glad to be rid of it, as a matter of fact," Hagrid proudly answered. The egg rattled and cracked open as pieces flew off; a small baby dragon emerged. It squeaked and slipped on an egg piece. "Is that...a dragon?" Hermione questioned. "That's not just a dragon. That's a Norwegian Ridgeback! My brother Charlie works with these in Romania," Ron said. "Isn't he beautiful? Oh. Bless him, look. He knows his mummy. Hehe. Hallo, Norbert." Norbert squeaked as it looked at Hagrid. "Norbert?" Harry lifted his eyebrow.
