". . . and so the door went right onto my face and that git of Dudley left me there with the pieces of my glasses. I swear, once I'm outta Hogwarts, Dudley is going to get it."

"Well, I don't think oculus reparo is going to work with these. Let me look for a book that I think may have the right spell."

"Fine." Harry slovenly continued to eat the breakfast that Milvia had given him. Once he finished and had put the dishes in their proper place, he noticed that there was a piece of parchment upon the table. He found the largest piece of his lenses and began to read. He knew it was rude and all, but there was strangely something familiar about the small, crowded, and neat writing.

Milvia,

When I heard from Dumbledore himself that you had defied my wishes, I could no longer deny to myself that you had utterly disregarded every single command that I have imposed for your own safety. You are a foolish little girl who does not understand everything I have done for her. As your father, I am adamant upon the rules that I have imposed for you, but you seem to know best. I am not trying to be wicked, but you are driving my patience. I cannot stop you from coming to Hogwarts, but if you think that you can disobey without consequences, you are mistaken. You have always been a stubborn little girl, but now that you think you know what you are doing, I cannot stop you from acting upon your whims. I hope that once we face each other, you do not affront me. You know very well what I am capable of. Do not provoke me to take extreme actions to get you out of Hogwarts in a heartbeat.

Sincerely,

Your Father

"You know," Harry turned quickly to see Milvia carrying two massive books, "That's actually quite a nice letter from him. He usually tells me that he wishes me to be more conforming to the life I must live. I got it this morning. At least he didn't send a Howler. Last time he did, I continued to hear this ringing sound in my head after I heard his whole diatribe. He's such a . . . I don't know what to call him anymore."

"I'm sorry for reading it. I just wanted to see what it said." Harry felt really bad.

"It's fine. It's nothing really important though. But he is sure a funny man, yes he is. When he talks to me by the floo powder network, it's like he's lost for words. He usually tries to avoid looking at me."

"So you don't heed his warnings?"

"No, not really. He makes threats all the time and I'm still here." She shrugged

"You found the book?"

"Nope, but I think that the spell is in here." She opened the book and then Harry waited for her. "Ok, I think I got it, but I'll need your help to find my wand."

* * *

To his amazement, Harry realized that as he climb the stairs the paintings were animated. They were looking at him as if they had never seen a human being before. They started to whisper to one another, but then Milvia silenced them. And as they entered the room, Harry could not believe what he saw. The walls were painted in a light blueish color that seemed to move as clouds do. It was as if the walls were breathing. Harry then noticed a table filled with what seemed like potions of all different kinds and a bronze cauldron that bubbled pink bubbles.

"I don't use it much, so I forget where I place it. I know it's somewhere here."

"What kind of wood is it?"

"Well, it's made of redwood so its color is reddish brown." She was looking through a tattered box. "I saw at least two days ago. I was using it when I was making my wall enchanting paste."

"Paste?" Harry started looking around the potions.

"Yeah, is the thing that makes the walls look like they're cloudy. I was making the same enchantment, but in a pinkish color."

Harry quickly spotted the wand inside a long jar that bedsides holding the wand, contained a violet liquid with the slightest stench of acridity.

"I found it. It's inside that jar." When Harry went to touch it, he felt Milvia's hand stop him.

"You don't want to touch that. It won't kill you or anything, but it might burn a lot. It's this cleaner I made to get rid of stains, but it's a bit too strong."

"What about the other stuff."

"Well, most are quite innocuous, but some bottles here, well, let just say you wouldn't want drink them."

Milvia carefully opened the jar and then added a greyish liquid into the violet one. Suddenly it all turned black. It began to bubble, but quickly the blackness contracted and disappeared. She pulled out the wand and wipe it on her shirt.

"Well, it doesn't look that bad. I think it isn't damaged. But let's see."

Harry could see that the wand looked fine. It was probably about two inches longer than his own wand. He wanted to ask her what the core was made off, but before he could, he saw that they were standing in the far left corner looking down at a snake. It was yellow and slept in a large tank.

"Grant thee bed and fed, thus you're not dead, but now turn a lovely shade of red."

And suddenly the snake began to change color. It was not exactly red, but a bright orange shade.

"Not too bad, I suppose it could have stayed the same."