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 027. the basilisk ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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"Let's match the power of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, against the famous Harry Potter and his follower," Tom declared, his voice dripping with malevolence.
Harry and Kimberly both gulped, turning towards the statue as a low, ominous snarling echoed from within. The stone slab covering the statue's mouth finally stopped descending, and a split second later, the Basilisk began to emerge from the shadows. The massive snake's body slithered into the surrounding water, its head lowering menacingly as it locked onto its prey. Riddle watched, unaffected by the creature's deadly gaze.
Thinking quickly, Harry threw the Sorting Hat onto the floor in front of Ginny. He then grabbed Kimberly's wrist, pulling her as they raced back toward the Chamber's door.
"Parseltongue won't save you now, Potter. It only obeys me!" Tom shouted, his voice echoing through the Chamber. As if on command, the Basilisk turned and began to follow Harry and Kimberly with terrifying speed.
Suddenly, Harry's foot slipped on the slick floor, sending him crashing down. Kimberly's heart pounded in her chest as she saw the Basilisk closing in. Without a second thought, she stopped, pointing her wand directly at the snake. "Expelliarmus!" she shouted, a burst of white light striking the Basilisk and causing it to recoil with a hiss of pain.
"Come on, Harry. Get your ass up!" Kimberly yelled, reaching down to pull him back to his feet.
Just as the Basilisk was about to strike, a piercing cry cut through the air. Fawkes swooped down from the shadows, his fiery plumage casting a vibrant glow. He darted straight for the Basilisk, attacking with his sharp beak and claws, pecking and clawing at the colossal snake.
Harry and Kimberly seized the moment and fled, but Kimberly glanced back to see the Basilisk now bloodied from Fawkes' relentless assault.
"No! Your bird might have blinded the Basilisk, but it can still hear you!" Tom yelled, frustration evident in his voice. Kimberly halted abruptly, turning to Harry. "Someone needs to weaken Riddle, Harry. You need to deal with that snake," she urged. Harry hesitated for a moment. "Go!" Kimberly insisted, pushing him towards the fray. Harry nodded, sprinting off to confront the Basilisk, drawing its attention away.
Kimberly turned back to face Tom, her hand tightening around her wand. The air around them felt charged, heavy with an ominous energy, and Tom stood there, calm as ever, an unsettling smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"You still think you can defeat me, Kimberly?" he asked, his voice low, almost purring with amusement. "You don't even remember who you really are."
Kimberly's grip on her wand tightened. "I know who I am now, and that's enough," she replied firmly, though a flicker of doubt lingered in the back of her mind.
