"I was told, about ten years ago, that my mother and sister were down stairs in our home in Bristol while I slept. It was two days after what had happened with you, Harry." Harry nodded.

"Well, my mother was in the kitchen with my sister and I was in my room in the crib. As you might have heard, there were many celebrations because of Voldemort's defeat by you, but my mum being very saddened by what had happened to your family, stayed home. But, some time in the night, Voldemort . . ." She stopped and bowed her head, "entered the house in his bodiless essence and . . ."

She turned her head to the mantle, "entered her body. Once inside her, he took my sister into the forest. There he exited my mother's body and left her to die after he consumed her blood."

She stopped as she quickly wiped her eyes. Harry felt horribly saddened for her. She had known too many details of her mother's death and suffering.

"Then," she started looking at Harry with reddened eyes, "he entered by sister's body. They think he used her to get as far as possible and dumped her body along the way. They never found her." She paused and looked away.

"Father never was able to find my sister, but they found my mother." Harry wanted to say something comforting, but the words would seem empty. He could only close his eyes for a second to try to take everything in.

"Imagine what father must have felt. When father realized what had happened, he was distraught. He felt very guilty for not being able to save them. He believed us all dead until Dumbledore came to console him and discovered me in my crib." She stopped and drank some of her butterbeer.

A long time passed before anyone said anything.

But then Milvia spoke, "You are probably one of the few of us who can truly understand the lost of a parent, but most importantly," she stopped and drank the last of her butterbeer, "the isolation from others who may help you numb the pain from it all."

Harry felt a stab in his heart. That was the feeling he had felt after Sirius's death; a deepening numbness that did not allow himself to enjoy life. Harry cleared his throat and finally words formed, "And your father kept you away from this information."

"Exactly, but I knew the truth in my heart. He isolates himself from me now. He denied for years what I truly was until I couldn't take it anymore and I, well, I kinda blew up the house."

"What!" Harry's eyes widened.

"I got so mad that everything in the house just blew up. Father was extremely mad especially when the ministry got involved."

"And did they threaten to snap your wand?" She laughed and seemed almost delighted to move away from the subject of Voldemort.

"No, you see, my father hadn't even accepted the idea of telling me about our world. My father hadn't even taken me to Diagon Alley yet. I had no wand for them to snap and anyway, it wasn't like I knew what I was doing."

Harry was fascinated by the way she narrated the story. It was as if she were an alien who was sharing everything about her world.

"Actually," she continued, "I haven't met many wizards. My father actually just took me to Olivander's Wand Shop and didn't allow me to go anywhere else."

Harry smiled as an idea entered his mind. "Don't you think that you could go to Diagon Alley by using floo powder?"

"I could, but I wouldn't know what to do. I need to go with someone that can explain the things I see." She stopped, but then took a deep breath and said, "As I told you, Harry, father never comes and barely writes. He thinks that I don't need to understand the world which I truly belong to. It seems that he wants me to keep me ignorant of everything."

Harry suddenly had a thought, "But isn't your father a professor? Wouldn't he want you to know many things, especially about magic?"

"He does," she pointed at the shelves of book, "but it seems he doesn't want me to actually see the wizarding world. It is as if he fears that something might happen if I do."

"But why isolated from him? He could come, couldn't he?"

"He says that it is better to stay away because then no one could follow him. He thinks that he can keep me here safe if I am under incognito. He thinks that if no one knows that I exist, then Voldemort will not touch me. He has kept me as far as he can from everything, even himself."

"But can't you do something about it?"

She smiled and said, "I have, actually. I received my OWLs yesterday. I got all twelve with passing marks. When I saw my marks, I became resolute upon the course of my actions. I will go to Hogwarts. All these years, ever since I received my first letter, I've dreamed of going and leaving this place. Oh Harry, I hope my plan works. But I am sorry Harry, I must be boring you to death with my dreams and problems. I think you already have more than your share." She smiled at him.

"Oh no, not at all. You are not bothering me at all. I understand how you feel. My family kept me ignorant for years about our world. I felt a deep desperation to escape from it all."

"Yes, that's what I feel. But I can't take it anymore. I have absolutely had it and so I sent an owl to Dumbledore. I requested admission to Hogwarts for the sixth and seventh year due to my future career plans. Dumbledore sent response quickly this very morning telling me that a place has always been reserved for me. I don't care about the tantrum father will give me. I just hope that he will not embarrass me once I'm there."

Harry had received his OWLs, too. He received twelve OWLs even though he barely passed his Divination tests with Professor Trelawney as his teacher. But then he saddened as he thought of something.

"But how do you plan to finance everything you will need to buy for school if your father opposes you going to Hogwarts?"

"Well," she looked at him, but quickly looked around the room as if listening for anyone else in the room, "Dumbledore told me that my mother had her private wealth in Gringotts, but because she has passed away, all the money automatically become mine. Dumbledore sent me the key with his response this morning."

Harry felt very happy for Milvia. Of all the people he knew that had suffered at the hands of Voldemort, he thought Milvia was one of the most deprived and forgotten. But before he could congratulate her, a thought rose in Harry's mind.

"But what about your guardians? Surely, they won't let you go to easily, will they now?"

Suddenly, Harry saw a great grin appear on her face. "I haven't had a guardian since I blew up the last house. And my father wouldn't dare put another Muggle family to take care of me because I knew too much. He had no choice, but let me be here alone. That was the reason why we went to get my wand. He at least wanted some sort of protection from Voldemort."

"Wow," said Harry as he finished his butterbeer. "I think that you will love Hogwarts."

The following two hours, they talked about everything Harry could think of, even his battles with Voldemort. He even talked about Quidditch. She seemed quite intrigued by the game. She wondered if she could learn how to fly well enough to play. Harry then began to talk about his best friends; Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

"She sounds delightful and very kind. Very bright girl, indeed. I hope she likes me."

"I think she will. She's really strict with us about our studies, but she's really nice." Harry took a quick glance at his watch. "I think I should go now. It's getting quite late."

"Oh, it is quite late. I'll walk with you back to the Dursley's place."

"Don't bother. I'll be fine."

"Don't worry about me, Harry. I still have to go to Mrs. Figg's and pick up some orders."