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Elizabeth awoke, gradually emerging from the depths of slumber. Consciousness gently enveloped her as she found herself within the sanctuary of the hospital wing. With a gentle turn of her head, she beheld the sight of her dear brother, serenely sleeping in the chair adjacent to her bed. A soft smile curled upon her lips as she gazed upon him, a testament to his unwavering love and devotion.

In a moment of urgency, Elizabeth roused her brother from his tranquil repose with a startled cry, "Harry, wake up!" With a swift flutter of his eyes, Harry returned to the waking world, fixing his attention upon his beloved sister. A surge of relief enveloped him as he bounded onto her bed, enfolding her in an embrace filled with ardor and affection. She too answered his embrace, finding solace in the presence of her kindred spirit. The chosen twins, united by both blood and destiny, found solace in this tender familial connection, resolute in their pledge never to let go.

"I thought I lost you," Harry whispered, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability, his words reverberating amidst Elizabeth's tresses. 

"You won't lose me so easily," she gently murmured in response, her soothing words acting as a balm to his soul. 

"Thank you for saving me, Ellie," Harry professed, his voice infused with gratitude. 

"Always," Elizabeth began, and with a shared understanding, Harry completed their vow, "and forever."

Elizabeth's voice carried an air of concern as she inquired, "How are Ron and Hermione? Are they alright?" Harry's reply carried warmth and reassurance, "They are fine, Ellie." Concern danced within the girl's gaze as she further probed, "And what about the stone?" Harry embarked on an explanation, "It's destroyed. Dumbledore and Flamel decided that would be best." 

A deep sigh escaped Elizabeth's lips, carrying with it a mixture of exhaustion and relief. "We did it," Harry affirmed, the brilliance of his smile mirroring her own.

With the opening of the hospital wing door, Dumbledore made his grand entrance, his presence exuding both wisdom and serenity. "Ah, Elizabeth Potter, you are awake," he warmly greeted, eliciting a radiant smile from the girl. 

Dumbledore continued, his tone tinged with amusement, "What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows." A heartfelt chuckle escaped the lips of the twins, their shared amusement breaking through the tension.

Elizabeth could not contain her inquisitiveness as she turned to Dumbledore, her eyes filled with wonder. "Professor," she began, her voice tinged with genuine curiosity, "why did Professor Quirrell burned when I touched him?" 

Dumbledore's voice resonated with both pride and explanation, "It is your power, Elizabeth." Confusion etched upon her face, the girl sought further clarification, "My power?" Dumbledore nodded, his gaze steady upon her, "Yes, your power, my dear. Dragons, though often appearing fierce, possess boundless capacity for love. Once their hearts are ignited, they become protectors of those whom they cherish. You have the heart of a dragon, Elizabeth Potter." 

He paused, allowing his words to linger in the air. "Love, my dear, love is your power. The fire of love." With that profound revelation still echoing within their beings, Dumbledore gracefully took his leave, a gentle smile adorning his countenance. 

The twins, now left alone, emerged from the hospital wing. Ascending the stairs, Elizabeth's eyes fell upon Hermione and Ron, her dearest confidants and companions. She rushed towards Hermione, enfolding her in a tight embrace, their reunion permeated with the depth of their longing. 

"I missed you so much, Ellie," Hermione whispered, her voice carrying both tenderness and joy. Elizabeth, her own heart filled with affection, whispered in return, "I missed you too, Mione." Soon after, she turned her attention towards Ron, her smile radiating warmth, as she extended her hand for a heartfelt handshake.

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