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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Kimberly slowly regained consciousness, her senses gradually returning. She was lying on a bed in the Hospital Wing, the soft hum of magical machinery and the faint aroma of antiseptic filling the air. Blinking against the dim light, she saw that she was alone, save for the occasional flutter of a winged creature passing by. Her head throbbed with a dull ache, and her body felt oddly heavy, as though she had been asleep for an eternity.
Next to her, a piece of parchment caught her eye. It was a note from her father, Snape.
Kimberly,
You are to rest and recover. Do not attempt to leave the Hospital Wing until you have been properly examined. Your presence is not required at the feast tonight. Please heed this warning for your own safety.
Severus.
Kimberly crumpled the note with frustration. Resting wasn't an option. She felt a surge of energy, her desire to join the feast overpowering her fatigue. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her head, she pushed herself up, determined to join her friends in the Great Hall.
Despite the weakness in her legs, Kimberly managed to make her way to the entrance of the Great Hall. The choirs from within grew louder as she approached. Pushing open the heavy doors, she was met with a wave of warmth and the sight of students singing choirs.
Kimberly scanned the hall, her eyes lighting up when she spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione among the crowd. Despite the exhaustion gnawing at her, a smile tugged at her lips as she made her way toward them, her steps faltering only slightly.
"Kimberly!" Hermione exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and concern. "What are you doing here? You should be resting!"
"How do you know?" Kimberly asked, her voice strained but defiant. "Well, it's all anyone's talking about. Come on, sit!" Hermione urged, pulling her into a seat next to them.
As Kimberly settled in, the hall erupted in the familiar chant of the choir:
"Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Something wicked this way comes!"
The final note echoed through the hall as Dumbledore rose, his twinkling eyes scanning the room. The students, their curiosity piqued, quieted down.
"Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore began, his voice warm and welcoming. "Before we dive into our excellent feast, I have a few announcements. I, for one, am particularly looking forward to the flaming kiwi cups, which, while somewhat treacherous for those of us with facial hair... Mm. Yes. First, I am pleased to introduce Professor R.J. Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Let us extend a warm Hogwarts welcome to Professor Lupin."
