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 012. gilderoy lockhart ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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What in the actual fuck is wrong with this family?
Kimberly peeked from the bushes as she saw Vernon Dursley putting bars on Harry's window, angrily declaring that he wasn't allowed to go back to Hogwarts. Her heart ached for Harry, and she clenched her fists, determined to do something. That night, Kimberly waited until the Dursleys had gone to bed. She sneaked around to the back of the house, her wand at the ready.
"Harry, can you hear me?" she whispered, pressing her face against the glass of his barred window. Harry's face appeared on the other side, surprised and relieved. "Kimberly! What are you doing here?"
"Getting you out," she said firmly. "Stand back." With a flick of her wand, Kimberly whispered a spell, and the bars on the window creaked and groaned before they snapped off and fell to the ground with a thud. Harry quickly opened the window and climbed out, careful not to make too much noise.
"We need to get out of here before they notice," Kimberly urged, pulling Harry away from the house. As they reached the end of the street, a car suddenly pulled up. To their immense relief, it was the Weasleys in their flying car, having come to rescue Harry as well.
"Hiya, Harry! Hiya, Kimberly." Ron grinned at them, poking his head out of the car. "Ron! Fred! George!" she said, panting slightly. "What are you all doing here?" Harry asked. "Rescuing you two, of course. Now, hop in," Ron said without hesitation. Kimberly climbed into the car with Harry, and they sped off into the night.
"By the way, Harry, happy birthday."
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They arrived at the Burrow, the Weasley family's home, just as dusk settled over the countryside. Kimberly, Harry, and the others tried to sneak in quietly, hoping to avoid any commotion. But as they rounded the corner into the kitchen, they were met with the stern and worried gaze of Mrs. Weasley.
"Where have you been?" Mrs. Weasley asked, her voice firm but laced with concern. Her hands were on her hips, and her eyes scanned each of them, taking in their slightly disheveled appearances. "Harry, Kimberly, how wonderful to see you, dears. Beds empty, no note! Car gone! You could have died! You could have been seen! Of course, I don't blame you two, Harry, Kimberly dear," Mrs. Weasley shrieked.
"They were starving him, Mum! There were bars on the window!" Ron protested. "Well, you'd best hope that I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley! Come on, you two, time for a spot of breakfast," she said, putting plates of food on the table. Kimberly sat next to Fred.
