Millia felt like getting up and pissing off over to the Gryffindor table where her friends were, but stayed, cause just at that moment food appeared on the table.

Yum, she thought as she grabbed the nearest chicken wing covered in bbq sauce. The meal consisted of chicken, roast potatoes, pumpkin, peas and more delicious food. She was drinking pumpkin juice out of a clean, shiny golden goblet. She felt like royalty-very special as to be given this wonderful feast of such succulent food.

Millia said nothing to Draco during the meal, but that didn't stop him deliberately knocking a bowl of chicken sauce all over her robe. Crabbe and Goyle started laughing their heads off, while Draco sat there looking around innocently as if he did nothing wrong.

"You idiot!" Millia screamed, getting up out of her seat and wiping the sauce off with a handful of serviettes.

Everyone in the hall turned around and looked at her. Millia felt so embarrassed she left throwing the serviettes at Draco.

Draco looked at her with an I'm-so-sorry-sarcastic look, and spewed out laughing with Crabbe and Goyle joining in.

Millia headed towards her common room. She suddenly stopped just as she got outside the grand hall. Where is my common room? She thought. She turned her head around and saw a greasy-haired man staring at her in the eye.

"What are you doing," he said raising an eyebrow.

"Um… I've finished my meal and ah… I'm feeling a bit tired, so would you be able to lead me to my common room?" Millia asked politely. The man put his hands behind his back.

"I see…," he said curiously, leading her towards her common room. ''So you've meet Draco?" He asked, letting on that he saw their wee show.

"I have, sir." Millia said without thinking. He grinned.

"If he gives you anymore trouble, come see me," he softly spoke, stopping at a picture. Millia nodded.

"Password?" The picture asked sternly.

"Wolfahambit," he clearly said. The picture opened and they both walked in. Millia saw how dark, yet warm and comfy it was.

"By the way, I am Professor Snape, your Potions master this year. You will arrive smartly and on time tomorrow morning. Your timetable will be on your bed. The girls dorm is upstairs to your right," Snape said, pointing the way.

Millia nodded again. "Thanks Professor." Snape left the room quietly. Millia looked around and felt strange, standing in the common room all by herself. She looked over and saw a fire burning in the fireplace.

"Nice." She said, while judging everything around her.

Millia walked upstairs to her room. She noticed four, four-post beds in a semi circle. She soon saw her things sitting by her bed. She walked over and sat down. Millia got out her PJ's and changed into them. She wanted to go to sleep before any of the other girls came in and started chatting. Lying in this new bed felt weird, since she was used to sleeping in her own. I'll get used to it, she thought, while turning over and shutting her eyes. She slowly drifted off to sleep.

Millia was suddenly spinning until she stopped inside a dark cold room. She saw a tall black-hooded creature facing someone strapped to a chair. She couldn't see who was in the chair. They had their back to Millia. The creature looked up at Millia, but she couldn't see a face at all. "Oh s***," she whispered to herself. The creature was looking straight through Millia and she felt a cold feeling go through her body. It felt so real. The thing then got out a medal pole and started whacking the person in the seat.

"WHERE IS SHE NOW!!!!" The creature hissed, still whacking him across the arm. The person was yelling out with pain. The creature stopped and put his face up to him, showing its bloody, sharp teeth.

"I DONT KNOW!!" He yelled. "I'M NOT TELLING YOU ANYTHING!!"

The creature screamed in his face, with a loud, ear-pitching tone. Millia blocked her ears.

"YOU WILL TELL, OR YOU WON'T BE ALIVE TO TELL ANYONE!!"

The creature lifted up its bloody pole, which at the end contained a sharp, deadly point.

"STOP!!" He screamed. But before he could carry on, the creature dug the long pole into his shoulder.

'"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" He screamed with pain, falling to the ground. Blood started rushing out of his shoulder. The creature pulled the pole out and blood flew up in Millia's face.

"Oh my god," she whispered in horror, wiping off the blood.

She stepped back, but banged into a stained green wall. All around her was wall. There was no way out. Millia looked up and the creature was gone, but the unidentifiable wounded body was still there. His face was a dark blur. Millia started to feel a bit tipsy and she fell to the hard concrete ground with a thud.

But before she could see anymore, she woke up with her heart pounding and sweating all over. She felt her head where she had landed; nothing was there, no blood. Also there was no blood on her face.

"It was all a dream," she staggered. She looked around and saw the occupants of the three other beds were sleeping quietly. Millia couldn't believe what she had witnessed. She had dreams, but none were even remotely like this. For the rest of the night she stayed awake, thinking about what she had dreamed of.

"It seemed so real," she whispered.