"Put all the piece in a small pile and stand back."

Milvia looked down at the pile. She gripped her wand tightly and with a quick whip, she blurted, "Fasinato Occhio!" A flash of silver sparks soared towards the remnants of Harry's glasses. After the puff cleared, Harry saw that his glasses looked perfectly normal. He snatched them up and placed them on his face.

"Wow, I can see perfectly fine, thanks."

"No problem." She started to wipe her wand, "Look at this cheap thing, its peeling."

"Really, let me see." Harry saw that indeed it was. It seemed that the wand had been lacquered. Underneath, the wand was a shiny grayish wood. "It doesn't look that bad underneath."

"I guess." She shrugged and started to peel the wand, "Might be used, I suppose."

Harry then remembered something, "I have something else to tell you. My friend, Ron, sent me a letter. He said that his mom invited me to go to their home for the rest of the summer. I thought that you might want to come along, so I sent a letter to Ron to ask his mom if she wouldn't mind you over."

"That's cool. I want to really see how a wizarding home functions. Hey, Harry?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what classes you want."

"Not really. I just want to have classes with Ron."

"I want the Muggle Weaponry class. I heard from Mrs. Figg's nephew that he wished that class were longer."

"Really?"

"He said that even though Professor L'Odious is harsh, he does teach you a lot about fighting and all that stuff."

"I wonder who's going to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I hope it's someone who can teach the subject appropriately."

"I'm just really worried about what house I'll be in."

"That's right. I didn't think about that before."

"I just know I don't want to be in Slytherin, but I know father would want me to be. He was a Slytherin."

"I wonder why." Harry felt suddenly that his comment was inappropriate, but was relieved when Milvia started laughing.

"I do want to be in Gryffindor. Mom was in Gryffindor. Father told me that she was a great Quidditch player who was chaser for six years."

"Really."

"Yeah. Every year she was in the team they won the Quidditch Cup."

"Wow. That means that she probably played with my father. He was chaser, too."

"Oh really, that's something I didn't know. Father isn't a fan of Quidditch, though. Every time I bring it up he avoids answering my questions."

"I hope that we do win the cup and all. I have to find replacements for the chasers. They all graduated and the Weasley twins left too. Bugger, I've have to talk to Ron about these things."

"Well, I think I'm going to do some bit of packing. I wonder what I should take. Is it quite chilly there, wherever Hogwarts is at?"

"In the winter it is."

"I hope your friend's mom lets me go."

"I don't think she'll mind, you know. Great people those Weasleys. Very kind and all. Never have I had something bad to say 'bout them."

"Must be nice having all those siblings."

Harry chuckled, "I don't think Ron will agree with that."

"I guess. Kinda funny how we wish for things that can't never be."

"They could have been. If we were to act differently, maybe we could have saved the things we did have." Harry suddenly saddened. He wished that he wasn't such a foolish person. He had fallen for Voldemort's plan so easily and Black was the sacrifice for his stupidity.

"Maybe some things are meant to happen. Maybe we are not in control of the things that befall our destinies."

Harry suddenly felt incensed, "What the hell do you know what is meant to be. It isn't like you've suffered." But as soon as the words left Harry's lips, he knew how horrible they must have been for Milvia's face darken and at the same time became very pallid.

"I'm . . ."

"No, it was stupid of me to forget. I'm a fool. I didn't mean what I said. I just . . ."

"It's fine. It's hard keeping the pain pent-up and all for such a long time without anyone in the world to exactly understand how you feel."

Harry felt horribly. He had been utterly cruel without reason. He felt the weight of the world upon his heart. She had been so kind to him and this is the way that he treated her.

"Don't worry about it, Harry. I forget sometimes that other people suffer too. Come on, cheer up. I don't like sad people. Let's forget those stupid things we say."

"I really didn't mean it."

"I know you didn't, but you sure caught me off guard."