Chapter One
The Beginning
Millie Rose walked through the golden marble corridors of Saint Mumbus School Of Witchcraft; a fancy boarding school made for the finest magical girls of the wizarding world. Millie, a beautiful sixteen year old who looked gorgeous with her brown hair pulled back from her yellow twistband that was tightly secured into a messy bun. Her hazel eyes shimmered as she walked on the marble ground. Brown Curls dangled from her bun and then turned around to see her cousin Fannie Peck walking towards her. Fannie looked slightly appalled as she glanced at her dear cousin, when Millie smiled sweetly for one in return.
"You seem yourself again!" Fannie squealed. She took out her mirror as she said this. Fannie always seemed jealous at Millie, acting as though Millie was better than her. Millie chuckled and began to talk.
"It's been a tough week, since finals are coming up and I'm going to be in Year Seven next year...Oh dear! I have to study N.E.W.T.s!
Fannie gave a soft sigh and walked away. Millie turned away and walked to her favorite class, Defense Against The Dark Arts. As Millie was pondering in her own head of school she quickly stopped abrupt and thought about her personal life. These six years at Saint Mumbus were absolutely dreadful. All she remembered was being welcomed into the school at age 11, and do nothing but learn, study, and read books in the library. Not once has she adventured outside the school or went on a trip to some foreign land. She even remembered being extremely disappointed for not going to the Triwizard Tournament located at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. She had a feeling she missed something big there, not to mention hearing the final comment of Lord Voldemort rising again from Harry Potter.
"Harry Potter," she snuffed. She pointed her chin to the air in disgust. "I have heard enough of Harry Potter, he is just a celebrity faking his adventures."
N.E.W.T.s suddenly came to Millie's mind. These were the most frustrating tests that you could take on your senior year of school. These tests held by famous wizards were to demonstrate knowledge of practically everything Millie and her students learned all seven years. N.E.W.T. test results will be reported the Ministry Of Magic to qualify a job into the wizarding world. Millie always wanted to be an Auror, an amazing wizard who catches Dark Wizards, for she always dreamed of becoming one since the day she found out about it.
She first read about Auror's in the Daily Prophet, a highly popular newspaper every wizard and witch reads. The front cover read that ex-Auror Alastor Moody, nicknamed Mad Eye Moody for his bulging left eye, was found in a trunk which a man and supporter of Voldemort framed him by becoming Moody from the polyjuice potion, a potion that creates you to be anybody. As Millie read on about it in her dormitory's cozy summer bed, she couldn't help but read the biography of Moody, and how fascinating it must be to catch Dark Wizards. That is when her hard work payed off in the end when she passed all her O.W.L.s tests, tests similar to N.E.W.T.s and very important, in her fifth year which is the first step to become an Auror.
Millie daydreamed as she thought about this. She stopped to stare at a dark blue door that had a sign posted "Professor Laundry." This was the Defense Against The Dark Arts Class. She walked inside the lightly dimmed room. She sat next to a girl named Jaime Parkinson who scooted to her friend Elizabeth Adler. Jaime looked like Millie was going to attack her, but Millie always had those type of vibes.
But poor Millie didn't have any friends. She only had her jealous cousin Fannie, but other than that- she wasn't exactly the most respected. She got all honor awards from her teachers for her great intelligence in her academics and was use to the snide remarks from her girl peers. Millie has always been like that, she only studied harder to get into the Auror department. She had her heart set on it, and it was all she could think about. Millie's warm hazel eyes sweetly turned to Jaime as Jaime whispered slightly to the red haired Elizabeth. They both chuckled and mumbled something like "obsessed." Millie turned away knowing exactly what they were talking about. She also, couldn't help looking stunningly beautiful, and because of that, no one wanted to talk to her because they thought she was too caught up in her beauty.
"So what if I have nice eyes?" Millie mumbled to herself. She then turned her attention to Professor Laundry.
Professor Laundry was talking about an exciting topic today, or at least exciting for Millie. The Professor was talking about the future and the past and how it effects the present. This lecture happened until Professor Laundry pulled out a surprising example. She pulled out a large picture of Harry Potter and plopped it onto the board so every girl could see. Many girls squealed in delight and started talking frantically about him for Millie knew the girls loved Harry. Millie snorted and folded her arms. She had ENOUGH of him, and she knew half the stuff he did was fake. Why don't they make an movie about him if he is so loved?
Millie peered at her table and Elizabeth went a deep red in the face looking at the picture. Millie couldn't help but laugh.
"Harry Potter," she sighed. It was pathetic. She thought she was the only girl who didn't have a crush on such a boy.
But for a moment it was kind of odd for Millie. This was a picture of Harry Potter smiling proudly next to Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic. Millie peered harder into the picture and saw that Harry was holding a certificate that greatly pronounced him as the newest and youngest pre-Auror for his generation. Anger filled Millie inside with such envy she pounded her delicate hand onto her quill which shot out ink. It splattered on her arm and she yelped. The class turned to her.
"Japlando!" Millie yelled as the wand in her hand made the ink disappear. Some girls began to giggle.
"What a klutz!" yelled Jaime. Millie colored in fury.
"Enough with the laughing girls, it was an accident, we all have our days!" comforted Professor Laundry. She smiled calmly at Millie and went back to the board.
"You see here," began the Professor. She pointed her wand to the certificate. "This dashing gentleman as we all know as Harry Potter has lately been awarded the certificate of the pre-Auror's Ministry. Supported by the Ministry Of Magic, Harry who is only 16 years old is the FIRST teenager to be honored such an award."
Girls gleefully clapped their hands in delight as Millie looked around to see is she was the only girl who wasn't applauding. Professor Laundry continued.
"Now, about the lesson; Harry Potter has been though such bravery and boldness it is outstanding. I mean being known as "The-boy-who-lived" is quite amazing escaping from He-who-must-not-be-named!" the Professor added, even clapping herself. Saint Mumbus was a school that worshiped Harry.
"I'm surprised you don't say Voldemort Professor Laundry," quirked Millie. She sat there with her arms folded again, looking pleased. Girls everywhere squealed of the sound of the name. It was forbidden at Saint Mumbus to say the Most powerful Dark Wizard of all's name in front of innocent people. Millie couldn't help but chuckle. She read in the "So you Want To Become An Auror" book, that saying Voldemort's name with no fear is another step into becoming a dark wizard hunter. Millie said his name proudly again. She even surprised herself.
"MILLIE ROSE! DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME!" yelled the Professor. Millie looked abashed, for she was never yelled at. Professor Laundry looked greatly disappointed liked she never thought Millie would say a thing, and slowly continued with her lesson-breathing rather difficulty.
"Harry went through challenges like living with his muggle relatives, having no family, beating he-who-must-not-be-named at the Sorcerer's Stone, and also witnessing the return of He-who-must-not-be-named. His future has effected him in so many ways that he did something about it, and started a club to teach girls...and boys (a quick giggle filled the room) about defending themselves against Dark Wizards. This club became recognized last year as the Minister of Magic wrote a contract stating his wild achievements in capturing some of the biggest Dark Wizards of all. For instance, Bertha Jorkins, whom Harry was fighting to destroy but only led to a frozen charm.
"That's really wicked Professor!" squealed a girl named Jessica. "I mean, I would die if I came up to You-Know-Who!" Girls shook their heads in agreement. Millie thought she could kick Voldemort's butt with her new charms she learned through books. The whole idea of defeating a great dark wizard at 11 years old was appalling to Millie, but of course didn't show it. She had an envious hate torwards Harry, and winced at the thought. Though, Harry wasn't that bad, he just had numerous times of luck. Millie drove away the thought, she couldn't feel sorry for "Mr. Bravery."
Millie had a fantastic dinner at the Dining Hall after her class. It was a nicely decorated room with short tables fitted for five with delicious food. Millie usually ate by herself absorbing books on "Dark Wizards And Their Weaknesses," and many more. She was reading it when it came across a short article on Voldemort and his weakness. Millie looked intently at the picture of Harry Potter, who was looking around, smiling. The picture was moving, since reporters use that type of magic in newpapers. Millie took a deep breath and stared at the article which read "Voldemort's only secret weakness: Harry Potter.
"The boy who's mother protected him when Voldemort murdered her. Only love can protect such an unbeatable curse for Voldemort, and that is exactly why Harry survived," read the article. The story went on, and for one second Millie cherished Harry. She kind of understood what it's like to be alone with no parents, since her real parents don't treat her like a regular daughter. Her parents are real muggles, non-magic folk, so other girls would call Millie as a "Mud-blood" which was a hurtful word. Millie doesn't know why she is a witch herself, but it seems wrong-her parents treat her like a disease, greatly ignoring her whenever. That is why she reads books, fascinated by magic and the power of controlling Dark Wizards. Being an Auror was her only hope to become who she wanted to be.
She looked at Harry again. She stared intently. "This cannot be a coincidence," said Millie to herself indulging herself with some mint ice-cream. Over the past year she has been dreaming about him. The same dreams described that she would meet him, and then a dark room would appear...and Millie would wake up sweating in some weird kind of fear. Harry Potter seemed to be all she secretly thought about, and it was driving her absolutely crazy.
"It must be a sign..." Millie asked herself not too loudly. She noticed Professor Laundry glaring at her from the other side of the room, knowing she still remembered Millie's outbreak about the "V" word.
So as Millie slept, she had the same dream but it continued a little bit more. She was walking through dark space and into a green room when a dark shadow appeared and then a silver light flashed at her, but then recognized Harry Potter was in front of her. Millie screamed and woke up. Beads of sweat poured down her and girls from the corners of the room yelled a rude "SHUT UP!" behind the curtains. Millie cried to sleep.
School was getting to an end, and Millie wasn't happy to leave Saint Mumbus at all. She was happy here because she loved the quiet readings in the library or busy dinners. Then again, she hated the remarks of being an "Auror Obsessor" from the rude girls. But what Millie feared most was her parents. She didn't want to go home, her parents would make snide remarks and angry discussions of what side Millie's "disease" came from.
Just then she had an idea. Millie wanted to leave, wanted to move and live by herself. She didn't want her mean peers, her hateful parents, and certainly not that annoying Harry Potter.
"Yeah, that's what I'm going to do, live by myself," Millie told Fannie. Fannie was applying lipstick. Fannie laughed in disbelief.
"Yeah right, what will the Headmistress think of that?"
"Professor Jacudy wouldn't care! She's busy having affairs with other headmasters!" Millie commented about Professor Jacudy.
For a while Millie believed in herself of running away and living in a nice comfy cabin up in the forests near Hogwarts school. To only live there was because of the most kindest headmaster ever Albus Dumbledore wasn't too far away. Millie adored Dumbledore and greatly worshiped him, he was, of course the best wizard in the world to her.
Millie first met her hero at Gringott's Bank, in Diagon Alley asking for an autograph. Kindly Dumbledore invited her to tea at Hogsmeade, a famous village around Hogwarts where they talked about everything. This happened for a short while when Dumbledore had to leave. Millie remembered begging Dumbeldore to transfer her education to Hogwarts, but he disapproved. Since then, they have barely kept in touch. Since Dumbledore became a wonderfully close friend to Millie, her heart leaped as she remembered a moment: When they were drinking butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks, when they came to the discussion of Aurors. When Dumbledore told her she had a true gift of becoming an Auror, it made her feel wonderful, she had someone to believe in.
The last day of school left cheery sunshine and grassy hills up in Saint Mumbus. For transportation were personal horse carriages seated for every girl. Thousands of different colored horses were lined up that day with a sign with a girls name and their address. Millie slouched ahead with her two heavy bags, now filled with even more Auror books and met her horse. A dazzling young white horse made a small huff with it's nose when Millie got on board. The horse took off in exceptional speed, along with hundreds of others in different colors. She peered out the window and saw Jaime playing with some Bertie Bott's every flavor beans, checking the parchment that explained every one. Though Jaime must have eaten a vomit flavored one since that is what she just did. Millie cringed, thinking about the smell.
It was about a half hour later when the horse started to descend. Millie knew her home would appear in about fifteen minutes so she started enjoying her independence. She took a deep breath, tried not to look past the windows, and waited silently until the horse abruptly stopped.
Millie opened the door and walked cautiously out of the carriage. Her hair was suddenly frizzing and she noticed it was because of the humid weather in Venice, Italy. She quietly petted the horse and watched it fly away very quickly. After absorbing the fresh breeze, Millie picked up her bags, scooted away from the river's water, and carefully knocked on the wooden door. Millie lived in a very small house in Italy, and her parents weren't exactly the most wealthiest. Her father was a waiter at an Italian restaurant and her mother was a maid for the Venice governor. The door swung open and her father appeared. A tan, skinny, good looking Italian squinted his eyes at his daughter. Millie looked down ashamed.
"I'm home..." she said. Her dad grunted.
"Yvonne, look who's here!" The dad snorted. The mother came out and didn't look surprised. She just yawned from her large mouth and simply said "I'm going to bed."
Millie felt slightly happy her parents didn't comment on her 'weird clothes' which consisted of a long black skirt and dark blue top with a black cape. Her father groggily let her in and watched Millie happily prance into her room upstairs. When Millie arrived in her dark room, she dropped her bags and groaned. It was small, like the house, but had numerous amount of pictures of Aurors and famous woman witches of the century. Millie glanced at her "Kennedy Ureano" poster, which explained she was the first woman to figure out the "Wingardium Leviosa" spell, the spell that made objects float in air. She looked around again and decided to clean up her room. Millie let out another loud groan as she studied her extremely dusty and dirty bed; her summer seemed to begin lousy.
The Beginning
Millie Rose walked through the golden marble corridors of Saint Mumbus School Of Witchcraft; a fancy boarding school made for the finest magical girls of the wizarding world. Millie, a beautiful sixteen year old who looked gorgeous with her brown hair pulled back from her yellow twistband that was tightly secured into a messy bun. Her hazel eyes shimmered as she walked on the marble ground. Brown Curls dangled from her bun and then turned around to see her cousin Fannie Peck walking towards her. Fannie looked slightly appalled as she glanced at her dear cousin, when Millie smiled sweetly for one in return.
"You seem yourself again!" Fannie squealed. She took out her mirror as she said this. Fannie always seemed jealous at Millie, acting as though Millie was better than her. Millie chuckled and began to talk.
"It's been a tough week, since finals are coming up and I'm going to be in Year Seven next year...Oh dear! I have to study N.E.W.T.s!
Fannie gave a soft sigh and walked away. Millie turned away and walked to her favorite class, Defense Against The Dark Arts. As Millie was pondering in her own head of school she quickly stopped abrupt and thought about her personal life. These six years at Saint Mumbus were absolutely dreadful. All she remembered was being welcomed into the school at age 11, and do nothing but learn, study, and read books in the library. Not once has she adventured outside the school or went on a trip to some foreign land. She even remembered being extremely disappointed for not going to the Triwizard Tournament located at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. She had a feeling she missed something big there, not to mention hearing the final comment of Lord Voldemort rising again from Harry Potter.
"Harry Potter," she snuffed. She pointed her chin to the air in disgust. "I have heard enough of Harry Potter, he is just a celebrity faking his adventures."
N.E.W.T.s suddenly came to Millie's mind. These were the most frustrating tests that you could take on your senior year of school. These tests held by famous wizards were to demonstrate knowledge of practically everything Millie and her students learned all seven years. N.E.W.T. test results will be reported the Ministry Of Magic to qualify a job into the wizarding world. Millie always wanted to be an Auror, an amazing wizard who catches Dark Wizards, for she always dreamed of becoming one since the day she found out about it.
She first read about Auror's in the Daily Prophet, a highly popular newspaper every wizard and witch reads. The front cover read that ex-Auror Alastor Moody, nicknamed Mad Eye Moody for his bulging left eye, was found in a trunk which a man and supporter of Voldemort framed him by becoming Moody from the polyjuice potion, a potion that creates you to be anybody. As Millie read on about it in her dormitory's cozy summer bed, she couldn't help but read the biography of Moody, and how fascinating it must be to catch Dark Wizards. That is when her hard work payed off in the end when she passed all her O.W.L.s tests, tests similar to N.E.W.T.s and very important, in her fifth year which is the first step to become an Auror.
Millie daydreamed as she thought about this. She stopped to stare at a dark blue door that had a sign posted "Professor Laundry." This was the Defense Against The Dark Arts Class. She walked inside the lightly dimmed room. She sat next to a girl named Jaime Parkinson who scooted to her friend Elizabeth Adler. Jaime looked like Millie was going to attack her, but Millie always had those type of vibes.
But poor Millie didn't have any friends. She only had her jealous cousin Fannie, but other than that- she wasn't exactly the most respected. She got all honor awards from her teachers for her great intelligence in her academics and was use to the snide remarks from her girl peers. Millie has always been like that, she only studied harder to get into the Auror department. She had her heart set on it, and it was all she could think about. Millie's warm hazel eyes sweetly turned to Jaime as Jaime whispered slightly to the red haired Elizabeth. They both chuckled and mumbled something like "obsessed." Millie turned away knowing exactly what they were talking about. She also, couldn't help looking stunningly beautiful, and because of that, no one wanted to talk to her because they thought she was too caught up in her beauty.
"So what if I have nice eyes?" Millie mumbled to herself. She then turned her attention to Professor Laundry.
Professor Laundry was talking about an exciting topic today, or at least exciting for Millie. The Professor was talking about the future and the past and how it effects the present. This lecture happened until Professor Laundry pulled out a surprising example. She pulled out a large picture of Harry Potter and plopped it onto the board so every girl could see. Many girls squealed in delight and started talking frantically about him for Millie knew the girls loved Harry. Millie snorted and folded her arms. She had ENOUGH of him, and she knew half the stuff he did was fake. Why don't they make an movie about him if he is so loved?
Millie peered at her table and Elizabeth went a deep red in the face looking at the picture. Millie couldn't help but laugh.
"Harry Potter," she sighed. It was pathetic. She thought she was the only girl who didn't have a crush on such a boy.
But for a moment it was kind of odd for Millie. This was a picture of Harry Potter smiling proudly next to Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic. Millie peered harder into the picture and saw that Harry was holding a certificate that greatly pronounced him as the newest and youngest pre-Auror for his generation. Anger filled Millie inside with such envy she pounded her delicate hand onto her quill which shot out ink. It splattered on her arm and she yelped. The class turned to her.
"Japlando!" Millie yelled as the wand in her hand made the ink disappear. Some girls began to giggle.
"What a klutz!" yelled Jaime. Millie colored in fury.
"Enough with the laughing girls, it was an accident, we all have our days!" comforted Professor Laundry. She smiled calmly at Millie and went back to the board.
"You see here," began the Professor. She pointed her wand to the certificate. "This dashing gentleman as we all know as Harry Potter has lately been awarded the certificate of the pre-Auror's Ministry. Supported by the Ministry Of Magic, Harry who is only 16 years old is the FIRST teenager to be honored such an award."
Girls gleefully clapped their hands in delight as Millie looked around to see is she was the only girl who wasn't applauding. Professor Laundry continued.
"Now, about the lesson; Harry Potter has been though such bravery and boldness it is outstanding. I mean being known as "The-boy-who-lived" is quite amazing escaping from He-who-must-not-be-named!" the Professor added, even clapping herself. Saint Mumbus was a school that worshiped Harry.
"I'm surprised you don't say Voldemort Professor Laundry," quirked Millie. She sat there with her arms folded again, looking pleased. Girls everywhere squealed of the sound of the name. It was forbidden at Saint Mumbus to say the Most powerful Dark Wizard of all's name in front of innocent people. Millie couldn't help but chuckle. She read in the "So you Want To Become An Auror" book, that saying Voldemort's name with no fear is another step into becoming a dark wizard hunter. Millie said his name proudly again. She even surprised herself.
"MILLIE ROSE! DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME!" yelled the Professor. Millie looked abashed, for she was never yelled at. Professor Laundry looked greatly disappointed liked she never thought Millie would say a thing, and slowly continued with her lesson-breathing rather difficulty.
"Harry went through challenges like living with his muggle relatives, having no family, beating he-who-must-not-be-named at the Sorcerer's Stone, and also witnessing the return of He-who-must-not-be-named. His future has effected him in so many ways that he did something about it, and started a club to teach girls...and boys (a quick giggle filled the room) about defending themselves against Dark Wizards. This club became recognized last year as the Minister of Magic wrote a contract stating his wild achievements in capturing some of the biggest Dark Wizards of all. For instance, Bertha Jorkins, whom Harry was fighting to destroy but only led to a frozen charm.
"That's really wicked Professor!" squealed a girl named Jessica. "I mean, I would die if I came up to You-Know-Who!" Girls shook their heads in agreement. Millie thought she could kick Voldemort's butt with her new charms she learned through books. The whole idea of defeating a great dark wizard at 11 years old was appalling to Millie, but of course didn't show it. She had an envious hate torwards Harry, and winced at the thought. Though, Harry wasn't that bad, he just had numerous times of luck. Millie drove away the thought, she couldn't feel sorry for "Mr. Bravery."
Millie had a fantastic dinner at the Dining Hall after her class. It was a nicely decorated room with short tables fitted for five with delicious food. Millie usually ate by herself absorbing books on "Dark Wizards And Their Weaknesses," and many more. She was reading it when it came across a short article on Voldemort and his weakness. Millie looked intently at the picture of Harry Potter, who was looking around, smiling. The picture was moving, since reporters use that type of magic in newpapers. Millie took a deep breath and stared at the article which read "Voldemort's only secret weakness: Harry Potter.
"The boy who's mother protected him when Voldemort murdered her. Only love can protect such an unbeatable curse for Voldemort, and that is exactly why Harry survived," read the article. The story went on, and for one second Millie cherished Harry. She kind of understood what it's like to be alone with no parents, since her real parents don't treat her like a regular daughter. Her parents are real muggles, non-magic folk, so other girls would call Millie as a "Mud-blood" which was a hurtful word. Millie doesn't know why she is a witch herself, but it seems wrong-her parents treat her like a disease, greatly ignoring her whenever. That is why she reads books, fascinated by magic and the power of controlling Dark Wizards. Being an Auror was her only hope to become who she wanted to be.
She looked at Harry again. She stared intently. "This cannot be a coincidence," said Millie to herself indulging herself with some mint ice-cream. Over the past year she has been dreaming about him. The same dreams described that she would meet him, and then a dark room would appear...and Millie would wake up sweating in some weird kind of fear. Harry Potter seemed to be all she secretly thought about, and it was driving her absolutely crazy.
"It must be a sign..." Millie asked herself not too loudly. She noticed Professor Laundry glaring at her from the other side of the room, knowing she still remembered Millie's outbreak about the "V" word.
So as Millie slept, she had the same dream but it continued a little bit more. She was walking through dark space and into a green room when a dark shadow appeared and then a silver light flashed at her, but then recognized Harry Potter was in front of her. Millie screamed and woke up. Beads of sweat poured down her and girls from the corners of the room yelled a rude "SHUT UP!" behind the curtains. Millie cried to sleep.
School was getting to an end, and Millie wasn't happy to leave Saint Mumbus at all. She was happy here because she loved the quiet readings in the library or busy dinners. Then again, she hated the remarks of being an "Auror Obsessor" from the rude girls. But what Millie feared most was her parents. She didn't want to go home, her parents would make snide remarks and angry discussions of what side Millie's "disease" came from.
Just then she had an idea. Millie wanted to leave, wanted to move and live by herself. She didn't want her mean peers, her hateful parents, and certainly not that annoying Harry Potter.
"Yeah, that's what I'm going to do, live by myself," Millie told Fannie. Fannie was applying lipstick. Fannie laughed in disbelief.
"Yeah right, what will the Headmistress think of that?"
"Professor Jacudy wouldn't care! She's busy having affairs with other headmasters!" Millie commented about Professor Jacudy.
For a while Millie believed in herself of running away and living in a nice comfy cabin up in the forests near Hogwarts school. To only live there was because of the most kindest headmaster ever Albus Dumbledore wasn't too far away. Millie adored Dumbledore and greatly worshiped him, he was, of course the best wizard in the world to her.
Millie first met her hero at Gringott's Bank, in Diagon Alley asking for an autograph. Kindly Dumbledore invited her to tea at Hogsmeade, a famous village around Hogwarts where they talked about everything. This happened for a short while when Dumbledore had to leave. Millie remembered begging Dumbeldore to transfer her education to Hogwarts, but he disapproved. Since then, they have barely kept in touch. Since Dumbledore became a wonderfully close friend to Millie, her heart leaped as she remembered a moment: When they were drinking butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks, when they came to the discussion of Aurors. When Dumbledore told her she had a true gift of becoming an Auror, it made her feel wonderful, she had someone to believe in.
The last day of school left cheery sunshine and grassy hills up in Saint Mumbus. For transportation were personal horse carriages seated for every girl. Thousands of different colored horses were lined up that day with a sign with a girls name and their address. Millie slouched ahead with her two heavy bags, now filled with even more Auror books and met her horse. A dazzling young white horse made a small huff with it's nose when Millie got on board. The horse took off in exceptional speed, along with hundreds of others in different colors. She peered out the window and saw Jaime playing with some Bertie Bott's every flavor beans, checking the parchment that explained every one. Though Jaime must have eaten a vomit flavored one since that is what she just did. Millie cringed, thinking about the smell.
It was about a half hour later when the horse started to descend. Millie knew her home would appear in about fifteen minutes so she started enjoying her independence. She took a deep breath, tried not to look past the windows, and waited silently until the horse abruptly stopped.
Millie opened the door and walked cautiously out of the carriage. Her hair was suddenly frizzing and she noticed it was because of the humid weather in Venice, Italy. She quietly petted the horse and watched it fly away very quickly. After absorbing the fresh breeze, Millie picked up her bags, scooted away from the river's water, and carefully knocked on the wooden door. Millie lived in a very small house in Italy, and her parents weren't exactly the most wealthiest. Her father was a waiter at an Italian restaurant and her mother was a maid for the Venice governor. The door swung open and her father appeared. A tan, skinny, good looking Italian squinted his eyes at his daughter. Millie looked down ashamed.
"I'm home..." she said. Her dad grunted.
"Yvonne, look who's here!" The dad snorted. The mother came out and didn't look surprised. She just yawned from her large mouth and simply said "I'm going to bed."
Millie felt slightly happy her parents didn't comment on her 'weird clothes' which consisted of a long black skirt and dark blue top with a black cape. Her father groggily let her in and watched Millie happily prance into her room upstairs. When Millie arrived in her dark room, she dropped her bags and groaned. It was small, like the house, but had numerous amount of pictures of Aurors and famous woman witches of the century. Millie glanced at her "Kennedy Ureano" poster, which explained she was the first woman to figure out the "Wingardium Leviosa" spell, the spell that made objects float in air. She looked around again and decided to clean up her room. Millie let out another loud groan as she studied her extremely dusty and dirty bed; her summer seemed to begin lousy.