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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"Do you three realize that you've broken about a dozen school rules?" Dumbledore asked, his tone serious.
"Yes, sir," they replied in unison, their voices tinged with apprehension.
"And there is sufficient evidence to have the three of you expelled." Kimberly felt her heart drop as she swallowed nervously. But then, Dumbledore's expression softened. "Therefore, it is only fitting... that the three of you receive... Special Awards for Services to the School," he finished, a smile forming on his lips.
Ron's face lit up with a grin, "Thanks, sir."
Dumbledore handed Ron a couple of letters. "And now, Mr. Weasley, if you would, have an owl deliver these to Azkaban. I believe we need our gamekeeper back," he added warmly.
Then Dumbledore turned to Kimberly, his eyes twinkling. "And Miss Snape, you may return to your father's quarter. He's been waiting for you."
Kimberly muttered a silent curse under her breath, knowing what awaited her. I'm so dead, she thought, bracing herself for the inevitable lecture.
As she made her way towards Snape's quarter, the weight of the evening's events settled heavily on her shoulders. Reaching the door, she hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and pushing it open.
Snape was waiting inside, his expression unreadable as he stood with his arms crossed. "Sit," he said, his voice calm but with an edge that sent a shiver down her spine.
Kimberly lowered herself into a chair without protest, folding her hands tightly in her lap. She could feel her heart thudding painfully in her chest, her thoughts a chaotic mess. She knew what was coming.
There was silence for a long moment, and when Snape finally turned to face her, his eyes were dark—unreadable, but filled with a tension she hadn't seen before. He paced for a moment, as though gathering his thoughts, before he finally spoke.
"Do you have any idea how reckless you were tonight?" His voice was low, clipped, and the words struck Kimberly like a slap.
"Do you even understand what could have happened to you?" Snape's voice was a controlled fury, his face pale, but his eyes were wild with a mixture of concern and anger. "You could've died in there, Kimberly. Do you have any concept of what that would've meant? What you mean to this world? To me?"
Kimberly clenched her fists, the blood from the cut on her head still warm against her skin, and swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn't know what to say. The words were lost on her. She had done what she thought was necessary. She had fought for survival, for everyone, and for herself—but now, in the quiet of Snape's quarters, it felt foolish.
