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. ❞
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harry potter and the philosopher's stone - the deathly h...
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ? 🩰 DRACO MALFOY ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 10. happy ending... or not? ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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Kimberly woke up in the hospital wing, the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the tall windows. The familiar scent of antiseptic potions and clean linen filled the air. She tried to sit up but felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Madam Pomfrey was at her side in an instant, gently pushing her back onto the pillows.
"Easy now, dear," Madam Pomfrey said, her voice soothing. "You've been through quite an ordeal." Kimberly's mind raced as she tried to remember what had happened. The last thing she recalled was the chilling sensation of Voldemort's presence and then... darkness. She glanced around the room, her eyes landing on the bed next to hers, where Harry lay, still unconscious but breathing steadily.
"Harry..." she whispered.
"He'll be alright," Madam Pomfrey assured her. "He's a strong lad. He just needs some rest, like you." Kimberly nodded, feeling a bit of relief. As she lay back, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory, the door to the hospital wing opened, and Professor Dumbledore entered, his eyes twinkling with a mix of relief and concern.
"Good morning, Miss Snape," he said kindly. "I'm glad to see you awake. Oh, tokens from your admirers?" Dumbledore walked in and stood between both beds.
"Admirers?" Kimberly questioned.
"What happened down in the dungeons between you two and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so naturally, the whole school knows." He smiled. "Ah, I see your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your chocolate frogs." He grabbed the box and showed her.
"Ron was here? Is he alright? What about Hermione?" Kimberly asked, her voice filled with concern.
"Fine, they're both fine," he replied, smiling at Kimberly. "I didn't know you were such a caring person, Miss Snape." Kimberly chuckled in response.
Kimberly's cheeks tinged pink, and she huffed lightly. "I'm not. I just don't like owing people anything. They helped, so..." She trailed off, crossing her arms.
Dumbledore chuckled softly, but there was a glimmer of something deeper in his eyes. "Ah, of course. Well, you'll be pleased to know they are both quite well—and rather worried about you. I'm certain they'll be back to pester you soon enough."
Kimberly shifted uncomfortably in her bed, her gaze darting toward the slumbering figure in the bed beside hers. "And him?" she asked quietly, the sharpness in her tone softening.
"Mr. Potter will recover," Dumbledore said. "The magic you two encountered took a toll on him, but it is nothing Madam Pomfrey cannot mend. You should focus on your own recovery now.
