Chapter Two
The Meet
Summer was what Millie expected, days and days of reading and daydreaming on her bed, dinners with her parents who were intently watching a new TV they bought, and having scary dreams about Harry Potter. But of course, the most sarcastically greatest part about summer was its hot nights twisting and turning uncomfortably in her bed. One night, it was too hot, and Millie considered using a cooling spell to air condition her room, but she couldn't because using magic in the Muggle world wasn't permitted. She grunted like her father, and sat up.
"This is just stupid," she said to herself. "I need to stop talking to myself. If my life is going to turn out just daydreaming about my future, then my life stinks."
Just then, a tap on her window startled her. She saw a golden owl perched onto her windowsill that held a letter. She jumped so quickly she tripped over her "How To Deal With Parental Muggles" book and fell flat on her face. She slowly got up, afraid the owl would laugh at her, but the owl waited patiently for her to open the window. Millie barely has owls visit her, only when teachers sent her awards or Dumbledore wrote to her.
"Dumbledore!" she shrieked, as she scanned the letter to see who it was from. It was from him! What did he have to say?
She fumbled with the letter, and read:
To Ms. Millie Rose,
I know how much you want to become an Auror and I cherish every moment of your enthusiasm for it. You know I believe in you, and your going to have your chance. A golden horse will arrive at your house around quarter to eleven at the evening on July 30. Be sure to bring your wand.
Professor Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts
Mille stopped reading. She was too content in reading the "PS" that she gasped.
PS : You will be working with Harry Potter this summer.
"Blah!" Millie shouted. "I can't believe this! He wants me to meet HARRY! No way am I to meet such a selfish fool... I am so reporting this to Headmisstress Jacudy!"
In frustration, Millie slammed the letter down and was startled when the owl gave an angry hoot.
"I don't believe this! Harry and I aren't going to get along, not if I punch his face first!" she sneered as she tightened her grip. Millie glanced at the owl.
"Get out! Get away! This is rubbish!"
The owl flew out of her room and into the silent Italian sky. The pondering wind seemed to soothe Millie's skin as she bounced on her bed, crossing her arms in fury.
"Your right Millie," she said to herself sympathetically. "Your life does stink."
July 30th came, and Millie forgot all about it. She was too caught up thinking about the meanest remarks she could say to Harry, and the pathetic gestures she could give him if she ever met him.
"I read about you in the Daily Prophet Potter!" Millie would begin, snarling in her mirror, watching her own reflection. "And I know you cry to sleep at night because of your parents!"
Millie stopped shockingly and looked at herself.
"Why am I acting like this?" Millie whispered staring so suspiciously at her own image. "Why am I so jealous of Harry? I haven't even met him and I'm acting like this?" She stopped talking again and shook her head.
"I need to stop, this is pathetic... it's like I have nothing else to do but bash him."
Millie ate dinner with her parents, this time actually adding in some words for them like "good dinner Mum" and to her father "so how was your day?"
Both parents looked at her like she was being payed to say it, but of course they didn't say anything in return.
Millie cleaned the table, finished writing an essay on Development Through Education Over Six Years and climbed upstairs. She felt so exhausted and was ready to go to bed. Instead, she put on her pajamas that she has worn since she was 14. The pink shorts were riding up to her bottom embarrassingly, and came along with a matching tank top. Millie washed her face, brushed her teeth, and smiled at her reflection. She then had an intense daydream, staring unblinkingly at the mirror. She was dueling a wizard in this daydream, and she used a "Ricusempra" charm which made the opponents wand fly out of the hand. Millie finished the Dark Wizard off with a stunning charm and then...
Millie blinked. "Damn!" she cried. It seemed interesting.
She climbed into her bed and went to sleep. It seemed like only two hours until a terrible noise rang through the air. Millie immediately sat up startled and looked out her window. Just outside was a golden horse with the most magnificent golden highlighted wings Millie has ever seen. The horse was flying right by the window and stopped with it's howling noise. Millie looked at the horse like it was a dream but then a jolt came to her stomach and she ran across her room for her calender.
"No way!" shouted Millie, looking at the date. "Monday, July 30th. "Dumbledore was right! Oh no! I'm not DRESSED!"
Millie ran to the window and opened it.
"Can you please like wait, for 5 minutes?" Millie asked the horse. The horse, unsurprisingly gave another whiny howl when Millie shouted "Okay Okay!"
Millie couldn't believe what she was doing. She grabbed her wand from under the bed and climb out of her room into the window and onto the flying horse. It was scary because the house was two stories high with a large stream of Venice's water. Millie let a little shrill of fear, but then it breezed off easily as she planted her feet into the carriage.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," muttered Millie. "Dumbledore is going to laugh."
The horse carriage swiftly glided into the night. Millie had the impression the horse could understand her.
"Excuse me!" shouted Millie. The horse gave a loud grunt. "But where are you taking me?" The horse didn't say anything.
"Is it Hogwarts?"
Assuming the answer was yes, the horse gave a powerful sharp grunt that made Millie jump.
It was at least two hours until Millie fell asleep again. Or maybe, a small nap because ten minutes later Millie awoke from a small bump for landing on Hogwarts grounds. Millie, slowly opened the door and looked around. She has never seen Hogwarts face to face, but only in books. It was absolutely dazzling. The large castle was perched on a hill surrounded by a beautiful crystal lake. The lights from the castle reflected a soft glow that made Millie feel welcome; almost as though she never felt happier at a place such as this. Someone tapped her shoulder. Millie spun around.
"I must say, I should have noted to bring normal clothes," Dumbledore chuckled as his half-moon spectacles sparkled. Millie laughed to.
"I lost time! And I didn't know what you were talking about so I thought it was a joke!"
Dumbledore stopped laughing, he looked serious.
"I do not joke at such an important time like this," he said. This made Millie look frightened.
"But," he began. "It is always nice to see you again." Millie ran into his arms and gave him a surprising hug; she felt immediate protection.
Dumbledore stepped back and took a close look at Millie. She looked back at him with pride. Dumbledore's eyes sparkled again.
"It is time," he whispered. He looked at her again, this time with satisfaction. He came closer to her and whispered "I know you Millie, you have an amazing gift and it is time you show it. I have kept close eye on you and let's just say I'm proud of your accomplishments at Saint Mumbus. This is, by far the most important day right now for your career."
"What am I going to do?" asked Millie curiously. Dumbledore didn't say another word but walked onto the golden carriage with the horse. The horse suddenly flew towards a tower in Hogwarts. Millie wondered if his office was there.
Then, almost instantly-the lights seemed to turn off outside, and Millie in her pajamas, felt frightfully cold. She started to shiver uncontrollably and a cold dread fell over herself. Millie noticed a huge shadow glide towards her. An overwhelming feeling swept into her, and Millie felt like death. She couldn't handle this and bent on the ground, nearly in tears. A spark clicked in her head and Millie remembered reading a book about this type of problem.
"But what book...oh...Azkaban...guards...dementers..."DEMENTERS!" she shrieked; and she hopped right back up as though she recovered from an injury and pointed her wand and yelled "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" She imagined herself as an Auror when she said this. A stream of white light flew out of her wand and a large tiger jumped out of the wand and knocked over the dementers. Millie laughed in excitement.
"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!" she screamed with confidence. This was something Millie has never experienced, and it felt great. This was something real Auror's do, go into the night, looking for trouble and destroy it!
She ran towards Hogwarts castle when another shadow came across the lawn. This time it was a werewolf, and this didn't scare Millie one bit because she read about a Hogwarts teacher who was a werewolf. She knew the spell to do it. Millie wound up her wand and performed a freezing charm which froze the werewolf. It stood in mid air with fangs dripping from saliva. Millie laughed with victory and shouted a "whoo!"
"WHAT'S NEXT!" she cried. Just then a cup magically appeared in front of the werewolf and it held the letters "Drink for the soul will be replenished and more powerful."
Millie felt tempted to drink it but looked at it again. She used her wand and shouted "Lumos!" for a hint of light. The drink was a deep red. Millie studied it carefully until a glint of a green showed up.
"Don't fool me with this drink," Millie said harshly, a smile spreading across her face. "This is poisonous with Gillyweed juice-it will automatically give me gills like a fish and I won't breathe." She dumped the drink on the grass and it vanished.
"Superb," said a cool voice. There walked up a tall gentleman who had greasy hair slicked back and a fairly large nose. Millie recognized him as Professor Snape from Hogwarts. As she read in the books, Snape use to be a supporter of Voldemort but then joined Dumbledore's side.
"Good evening Professor Snape," bowed Millie in a fashionable way. Snape stopped.
"Is this what Italians wear?" he snapped, pointing to her pajamas. Millie blushed and looked taken aback.
"Eerr..sorry lost track of time?"
Snape merely smiled and Millie knew she didn't like the looks of him. She had a feeling he didn't like her for some reason.
"Well, I'm afraid that'll do-you did a good job and you can go home now," Snape noted, pointing to the same golden horse Millie once rode before. She looked at Snape, knowing greatly the night still wasn't over.
"Go on," pointed Snape. Millie didn't move.
"Go ON!" he screamed, his wand pointed at Millie. He then shouted "Imperius!" Instantly Millie felt her whole body turn and walk to the direction of the horse. Millie started panicking and remembered he performed the Imperius Curse, a powerful yet illegal curse that can control and hypnotize people. Millie knew a way to beat it: not to follow what he was saying in her head.
Walk to the horse now. Yes, walk to the golden horse. Your going to go home now...00
Millie felt scared but knew this wasn't right. She felt the horses tail brushing her arm when she broke off and stopped. She ran over to Snape and planned a beautiful Imperius Curse herself. Snape was too smart and broke it when he seconds later stared at her in disgust. He shivered in the cold. From behind Millie, she heard a "Crucio!" and then felt terrible pain.
She screamed in agony and noticed herself twitching and screaming. Her body felt like it was on fire. Millie knew what curse this was: it was unforgivable-this was no joke. Millie was trying to concentrate on less painful things when sweat dripped off her forehead and she strongly got up, shaking. She lifted her wand to the dark-shadowed person and performed a stunning Rictusempra spell. The spell worked beautifully and the excruciating pain stopped. Millie breathed in and looked at the person she performed it on. It was a man named Kingsly, an Auror himself. Millie gawked at him... she beat him at his own charm.
"Wonderful!" cried another voice. This time it sounded weary and tired. She turned around and saw Cornelious Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself walking to her. He stopped shortly to glance at her pajamas when he went on.
"You have performed the correct use of spells and passed the test exceedingly well. I honor you, Millie Rose- to become the next young pre-Auror!" He patted her on the back and she nearly dropped onto her knees.
Just then, hundreds upon hundreds of people started coming out of the dark, all applauding happily. Millie noticed many famous wizards, and it felt like a surreal, this was no daydreaming for her.
"Millie," said Dumbledore as he walked towards her. "I sent your parents a note, hopefully they'll think it's fine for you to stay with me this summer. You have a lot of catching up to do and you will be joining the Order Of The Phoenix."
Millie looked at him, only hearing half of what he said because of the drowning noise of clapping. Dumbledore smiled at her. "Come along..." he chuckled.
And all Millie remembered was walking past the thousands of clapping people and trotting through Hogwarts doors.
"We have all seen your performance, it was brilliant. Harry did the same thing, although he always has trouble with that Imperius curse," Dumbledore quietly said. Millie stopped, she forgot about Harry Potter.
They walked into the main entrance and Millie gasped. This was nothing like Saint Mumbus. The main entrance hall was so pretty with its soft torch lights giving off a golden glow. Pictures of young wizards and children filled the room and were all sleeping peacefully in the warm atmosphere. It felt so cheery that Millie wanted to bundle up in a blanket and fall asleep. They walked to and inside his office, and Millie gladly looked around. In there showed many different instruments and tools that seemed to be spinning around in excitement. Dumbledore sat down behind his desk and pulled out a certificate.
Millie looked at it, with the same expression she saw in Harry when she saw the picture of him holding it. It was an expression of happiness. Although, confusion overcame Millie, and she didn't understand how she could of easily become a pre-Auror.
Dumbledore seemed to be reading her mind.
"Millie, the Auror wizards are getting old," he began, looking quite exhausted. "Some are passing away. We need a new generation of Auror's, and I picked you and Harry because you are fresh in the mind and need the experience. Also, you both have the wild commitment to be in a job like this.
"Although, you haven't been fully qualified for the Auror job yet, and you still haven't taken your N.E.W.T. tests, that means I need to keep a close eye on you when you start your job. Almost like, an intern? I think that's what they call it...
"Anyway, this is top secret. This won't be revealed until tomorrow morning since I have seen some Daily Prophet reporters tonight. I know I can trust you, and with one more Auror means another force against Lord Voldemort and his supporters."
Millie did not flinch. The name seemed harmless to her, and Dumbledore looked pleased to see this. He went on.
"I will see you tomorrow morning, you need some rest. You poor thing," he chuckled friendly. "Your already ready for bed."
Millie and Dumbledore walked to the door.
"Oh yes!" he cried. He ran over to his desk and grabbed what looked like a rubbish old hat.
"The Sorting Hat," Dumbledore mumbled. He placed it on Millie's head and she felt very odd. It was funny when the hat cried out "GRYFFINDOR!"
"I thought so," he remarked quietly. He led the way to the Gryffindor common room.
"As you know school is out," Dumbledore began walking up the stairs leading to the room. "That means...oh...Weasly Wizard Cards."
A plump old lady sitting in a picture swung her picture to the side and a hole appeared, which lead inside the commons.
"As I was saying...since school is out, you and Harry will be staying here for now."
At the sound of the name Millie looked up from the carpet. There walked up a tall boy with dark rimmed glasses and gorgeous green eyes with his hands stuffed in his pockets. His adam apple gave a lurch as he looked up and down Millie. She couldn't help herself but drop her mouth open. Harry Potter looked extremely more handsome in real life. Millie wanted to drop to her knees and be forgiven, all the jealousy and hatred thoughts about him left her. It was such an odd sensation that no one spoke. Harry stood there staring at Millie as though he never saw a girl before. Millie looked at him with the same expression. Dumbledore interrupted the connection. Both teenagers jump from his soft voice.
"Harry, why don't you introduce yourself."
Harry looked rather nervous as he walked up to her. It was only two steps and Harry didn't blink once. It seemed as though if he lost his gaze at her, she would disappear. He held out a shaky hand from his pocket.
"Hi...I'm...Harry Potter," Harry spit out. Millie shook his palm, afraid hers was even more sweaty. Millie took a deep breathe.
"I'm Millie Rose."
Harry stopped shaking her hand and stared at her even more intently. "Your Millie ROSE?"
Millie smiled. "Yes." Harry beamed at her, he looked extremely happy.
"I thought...you...were forty years old!" he beamed. Millie shook her head in flattery. Dumbledore interrupted them again.
"You two need to go to bed. Harry, show Millie the way to the girls dormitory." He left without a single noise and the door closed behind them. Both Harry and Millie suddenly looked at their feet.
"Here, um...I'll show you to the girls...room." He walked slowly up the stairs as Millie followed slightly after him. She still couldn't believe what she was doing right now. Harry stopped where there were two staircases. He looked up at her and his eyes started to shimmer.
"The girls room is up to the right. The boys..." he pointed but then stopped. He looked embarrassed. Millie smiled her warm smile.
"I won't be going into the boys dormitory anytime soon!" she cracked. They both gave a nervous laugh. Harry still fixed his gaze on Millie's smile. They looked at each other for about three seconds when Millie broke the silence.
"I'm sorry...I'll go to bed now."
"Um...ok-yeah me to."
Millie walked up the stairs in disbelief. She has never had that weird feeling before, it was actually making her feel sick.
"What's this feeling?" Millie talked quietly to a picture of a girl running in a field of flowers by her bed.
"Don't you know?" chanted the young girl in the picture. "Haven't you ever been in love?"
Both Millie and Harry didn't sleep that night.
The Meet
Summer was what Millie expected, days and days of reading and daydreaming on her bed, dinners with her parents who were intently watching a new TV they bought, and having scary dreams about Harry Potter. But of course, the most sarcastically greatest part about summer was its hot nights twisting and turning uncomfortably in her bed. One night, it was too hot, and Millie considered using a cooling spell to air condition her room, but she couldn't because using magic in the Muggle world wasn't permitted. She grunted like her father, and sat up.
"This is just stupid," she said to herself. "I need to stop talking to myself. If my life is going to turn out just daydreaming about my future, then my life stinks."
Just then, a tap on her window startled her. She saw a golden owl perched onto her windowsill that held a letter. She jumped so quickly she tripped over her "How To Deal With Parental Muggles" book and fell flat on her face. She slowly got up, afraid the owl would laugh at her, but the owl waited patiently for her to open the window. Millie barely has owls visit her, only when teachers sent her awards or Dumbledore wrote to her.
"Dumbledore!" she shrieked, as she scanned the letter to see who it was from. It was from him! What did he have to say?
She fumbled with the letter, and read:
To Ms. Millie Rose,
I know how much you want to become an Auror and I cherish every moment of your enthusiasm for it. You know I believe in you, and your going to have your chance. A golden horse will arrive at your house around quarter to eleven at the evening on July 30. Be sure to bring your wand.
Professor Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts
Mille stopped reading. She was too content in reading the "PS" that she gasped.
PS : You will be working with Harry Potter this summer.
"Blah!" Millie shouted. "I can't believe this! He wants me to meet HARRY! No way am I to meet such a selfish fool... I am so reporting this to Headmisstress Jacudy!"
In frustration, Millie slammed the letter down and was startled when the owl gave an angry hoot.
"I don't believe this! Harry and I aren't going to get along, not if I punch his face first!" she sneered as she tightened her grip. Millie glanced at the owl.
"Get out! Get away! This is rubbish!"
The owl flew out of her room and into the silent Italian sky. The pondering wind seemed to soothe Millie's skin as she bounced on her bed, crossing her arms in fury.
"Your right Millie," she said to herself sympathetically. "Your life does stink."
July 30th came, and Millie forgot all about it. She was too caught up thinking about the meanest remarks she could say to Harry, and the pathetic gestures she could give him if she ever met him.
"I read about you in the Daily Prophet Potter!" Millie would begin, snarling in her mirror, watching her own reflection. "And I know you cry to sleep at night because of your parents!"
Millie stopped shockingly and looked at herself.
"Why am I acting like this?" Millie whispered staring so suspiciously at her own image. "Why am I so jealous of Harry? I haven't even met him and I'm acting like this?" She stopped talking again and shook her head.
"I need to stop, this is pathetic... it's like I have nothing else to do but bash him."
Millie ate dinner with her parents, this time actually adding in some words for them like "good dinner Mum" and to her father "so how was your day?"
Both parents looked at her like she was being payed to say it, but of course they didn't say anything in return.
Millie cleaned the table, finished writing an essay on Development Through Education Over Six Years and climbed upstairs. She felt so exhausted and was ready to go to bed. Instead, she put on her pajamas that she has worn since she was 14. The pink shorts were riding up to her bottom embarrassingly, and came along with a matching tank top. Millie washed her face, brushed her teeth, and smiled at her reflection. She then had an intense daydream, staring unblinkingly at the mirror. She was dueling a wizard in this daydream, and she used a "Ricusempra" charm which made the opponents wand fly out of the hand. Millie finished the Dark Wizard off with a stunning charm and then...
Millie blinked. "Damn!" she cried. It seemed interesting.
She climbed into her bed and went to sleep. It seemed like only two hours until a terrible noise rang through the air. Millie immediately sat up startled and looked out her window. Just outside was a golden horse with the most magnificent golden highlighted wings Millie has ever seen. The horse was flying right by the window and stopped with it's howling noise. Millie looked at the horse like it was a dream but then a jolt came to her stomach and she ran across her room for her calender.
"No way!" shouted Millie, looking at the date. "Monday, July 30th. "Dumbledore was right! Oh no! I'm not DRESSED!"
Millie ran to the window and opened it.
"Can you please like wait, for 5 minutes?" Millie asked the horse. The horse, unsurprisingly gave another whiny howl when Millie shouted "Okay Okay!"
Millie couldn't believe what she was doing. She grabbed her wand from under the bed and climb out of her room into the window and onto the flying horse. It was scary because the house was two stories high with a large stream of Venice's water. Millie let a little shrill of fear, but then it breezed off easily as she planted her feet into the carriage.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," muttered Millie. "Dumbledore is going to laugh."
The horse carriage swiftly glided into the night. Millie had the impression the horse could understand her.
"Excuse me!" shouted Millie. The horse gave a loud grunt. "But where are you taking me?" The horse didn't say anything.
"Is it Hogwarts?"
Assuming the answer was yes, the horse gave a powerful sharp grunt that made Millie jump.
It was at least two hours until Millie fell asleep again. Or maybe, a small nap because ten minutes later Millie awoke from a small bump for landing on Hogwarts grounds. Millie, slowly opened the door and looked around. She has never seen Hogwarts face to face, but only in books. It was absolutely dazzling. The large castle was perched on a hill surrounded by a beautiful crystal lake. The lights from the castle reflected a soft glow that made Millie feel welcome; almost as though she never felt happier at a place such as this. Someone tapped her shoulder. Millie spun around.
"I must say, I should have noted to bring normal clothes," Dumbledore chuckled as his half-moon spectacles sparkled. Millie laughed to.
"I lost time! And I didn't know what you were talking about so I thought it was a joke!"
Dumbledore stopped laughing, he looked serious.
"I do not joke at such an important time like this," he said. This made Millie look frightened.
"But," he began. "It is always nice to see you again." Millie ran into his arms and gave him a surprising hug; she felt immediate protection.
Dumbledore stepped back and took a close look at Millie. She looked back at him with pride. Dumbledore's eyes sparkled again.
"It is time," he whispered. He looked at her again, this time with satisfaction. He came closer to her and whispered "I know you Millie, you have an amazing gift and it is time you show it. I have kept close eye on you and let's just say I'm proud of your accomplishments at Saint Mumbus. This is, by far the most important day right now for your career."
"What am I going to do?" asked Millie curiously. Dumbledore didn't say another word but walked onto the golden carriage with the horse. The horse suddenly flew towards a tower in Hogwarts. Millie wondered if his office was there.
Then, almost instantly-the lights seemed to turn off outside, and Millie in her pajamas, felt frightfully cold. She started to shiver uncontrollably and a cold dread fell over herself. Millie noticed a huge shadow glide towards her. An overwhelming feeling swept into her, and Millie felt like death. She couldn't handle this and bent on the ground, nearly in tears. A spark clicked in her head and Millie remembered reading a book about this type of problem.
"But what book...oh...Azkaban...guards...dementers..."DEMENTERS!" she shrieked; and she hopped right back up as though she recovered from an injury and pointed her wand and yelled "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" She imagined herself as an Auror when she said this. A stream of white light flew out of her wand and a large tiger jumped out of the wand and knocked over the dementers. Millie laughed in excitement.
"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT!" she screamed with confidence. This was something Millie has never experienced, and it felt great. This was something real Auror's do, go into the night, looking for trouble and destroy it!
She ran towards Hogwarts castle when another shadow came across the lawn. This time it was a werewolf, and this didn't scare Millie one bit because she read about a Hogwarts teacher who was a werewolf. She knew the spell to do it. Millie wound up her wand and performed a freezing charm which froze the werewolf. It stood in mid air with fangs dripping from saliva. Millie laughed with victory and shouted a "whoo!"
"WHAT'S NEXT!" she cried. Just then a cup magically appeared in front of the werewolf and it held the letters "Drink for the soul will be replenished and more powerful."
Millie felt tempted to drink it but looked at it again. She used her wand and shouted "Lumos!" for a hint of light. The drink was a deep red. Millie studied it carefully until a glint of a green showed up.
"Don't fool me with this drink," Millie said harshly, a smile spreading across her face. "This is poisonous with Gillyweed juice-it will automatically give me gills like a fish and I won't breathe." She dumped the drink on the grass and it vanished.
"Superb," said a cool voice. There walked up a tall gentleman who had greasy hair slicked back and a fairly large nose. Millie recognized him as Professor Snape from Hogwarts. As she read in the books, Snape use to be a supporter of Voldemort but then joined Dumbledore's side.
"Good evening Professor Snape," bowed Millie in a fashionable way. Snape stopped.
"Is this what Italians wear?" he snapped, pointing to her pajamas. Millie blushed and looked taken aback.
"Eerr..sorry lost track of time?"
Snape merely smiled and Millie knew she didn't like the looks of him. She had a feeling he didn't like her for some reason.
"Well, I'm afraid that'll do-you did a good job and you can go home now," Snape noted, pointing to the same golden horse Millie once rode before. She looked at Snape, knowing greatly the night still wasn't over.
"Go on," pointed Snape. Millie didn't move.
"Go ON!" he screamed, his wand pointed at Millie. He then shouted "Imperius!" Instantly Millie felt her whole body turn and walk to the direction of the horse. Millie started panicking and remembered he performed the Imperius Curse, a powerful yet illegal curse that can control and hypnotize people. Millie knew a way to beat it: not to follow what he was saying in her head.
Walk to the horse now. Yes, walk to the golden horse. Your going to go home now...00
Millie felt scared but knew this wasn't right. She felt the horses tail brushing her arm when she broke off and stopped. She ran over to Snape and planned a beautiful Imperius Curse herself. Snape was too smart and broke it when he seconds later stared at her in disgust. He shivered in the cold. From behind Millie, she heard a "Crucio!" and then felt terrible pain.
She screamed in agony and noticed herself twitching and screaming. Her body felt like it was on fire. Millie knew what curse this was: it was unforgivable-this was no joke. Millie was trying to concentrate on less painful things when sweat dripped off her forehead and she strongly got up, shaking. She lifted her wand to the dark-shadowed person and performed a stunning Rictusempra spell. The spell worked beautifully and the excruciating pain stopped. Millie breathed in and looked at the person she performed it on. It was a man named Kingsly, an Auror himself. Millie gawked at him... she beat him at his own charm.
"Wonderful!" cried another voice. This time it sounded weary and tired. She turned around and saw Cornelious Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself walking to her. He stopped shortly to glance at her pajamas when he went on.
"You have performed the correct use of spells and passed the test exceedingly well. I honor you, Millie Rose- to become the next young pre-Auror!" He patted her on the back and she nearly dropped onto her knees.
Just then, hundreds upon hundreds of people started coming out of the dark, all applauding happily. Millie noticed many famous wizards, and it felt like a surreal, this was no daydreaming for her.
"Millie," said Dumbledore as he walked towards her. "I sent your parents a note, hopefully they'll think it's fine for you to stay with me this summer. You have a lot of catching up to do and you will be joining the Order Of The Phoenix."
Millie looked at him, only hearing half of what he said because of the drowning noise of clapping. Dumbledore smiled at her. "Come along..." he chuckled.
And all Millie remembered was walking past the thousands of clapping people and trotting through Hogwarts doors.
"We have all seen your performance, it was brilliant. Harry did the same thing, although he always has trouble with that Imperius curse," Dumbledore quietly said. Millie stopped, she forgot about Harry Potter.
They walked into the main entrance and Millie gasped. This was nothing like Saint Mumbus. The main entrance hall was so pretty with its soft torch lights giving off a golden glow. Pictures of young wizards and children filled the room and were all sleeping peacefully in the warm atmosphere. It felt so cheery that Millie wanted to bundle up in a blanket and fall asleep. They walked to and inside his office, and Millie gladly looked around. In there showed many different instruments and tools that seemed to be spinning around in excitement. Dumbledore sat down behind his desk and pulled out a certificate.
Millie looked at it, with the same expression she saw in Harry when she saw the picture of him holding it. It was an expression of happiness. Although, confusion overcame Millie, and she didn't understand how she could of easily become a pre-Auror.
Dumbledore seemed to be reading her mind.
"Millie, the Auror wizards are getting old," he began, looking quite exhausted. "Some are passing away. We need a new generation of Auror's, and I picked you and Harry because you are fresh in the mind and need the experience. Also, you both have the wild commitment to be in a job like this.
"Although, you haven't been fully qualified for the Auror job yet, and you still haven't taken your N.E.W.T. tests, that means I need to keep a close eye on you when you start your job. Almost like, an intern? I think that's what they call it...
"Anyway, this is top secret. This won't be revealed until tomorrow morning since I have seen some Daily Prophet reporters tonight. I know I can trust you, and with one more Auror means another force against Lord Voldemort and his supporters."
Millie did not flinch. The name seemed harmless to her, and Dumbledore looked pleased to see this. He went on.
"I will see you tomorrow morning, you need some rest. You poor thing," he chuckled friendly. "Your already ready for bed."
Millie and Dumbledore walked to the door.
"Oh yes!" he cried. He ran over to his desk and grabbed what looked like a rubbish old hat.
"The Sorting Hat," Dumbledore mumbled. He placed it on Millie's head and she felt very odd. It was funny when the hat cried out "GRYFFINDOR!"
"I thought so," he remarked quietly. He led the way to the Gryffindor common room.
"As you know school is out," Dumbledore began walking up the stairs leading to the room. "That means...oh...Weasly Wizard Cards."
A plump old lady sitting in a picture swung her picture to the side and a hole appeared, which lead inside the commons.
"As I was saying...since school is out, you and Harry will be staying here for now."
At the sound of the name Millie looked up from the carpet. There walked up a tall boy with dark rimmed glasses and gorgeous green eyes with his hands stuffed in his pockets. His adam apple gave a lurch as he looked up and down Millie. She couldn't help herself but drop her mouth open. Harry Potter looked extremely more handsome in real life. Millie wanted to drop to her knees and be forgiven, all the jealousy and hatred thoughts about him left her. It was such an odd sensation that no one spoke. Harry stood there staring at Millie as though he never saw a girl before. Millie looked at him with the same expression. Dumbledore interrupted the connection. Both teenagers jump from his soft voice.
"Harry, why don't you introduce yourself."
Harry looked rather nervous as he walked up to her. It was only two steps and Harry didn't blink once. It seemed as though if he lost his gaze at her, she would disappear. He held out a shaky hand from his pocket.
"Hi...I'm...Harry Potter," Harry spit out. Millie shook his palm, afraid hers was even more sweaty. Millie took a deep breathe.
"I'm Millie Rose."
Harry stopped shaking her hand and stared at her even more intently. "Your Millie ROSE?"
Millie smiled. "Yes." Harry beamed at her, he looked extremely happy.
"I thought...you...were forty years old!" he beamed. Millie shook her head in flattery. Dumbledore interrupted them again.
"You two need to go to bed. Harry, show Millie the way to the girls dormitory." He left without a single noise and the door closed behind them. Both Harry and Millie suddenly looked at their feet.
"Here, um...I'll show you to the girls...room." He walked slowly up the stairs as Millie followed slightly after him. She still couldn't believe what she was doing right now. Harry stopped where there were two staircases. He looked up at her and his eyes started to shimmer.
"The girls room is up to the right. The boys..." he pointed but then stopped. He looked embarrassed. Millie smiled her warm smile.
"I won't be going into the boys dormitory anytime soon!" she cracked. They both gave a nervous laugh. Harry still fixed his gaze on Millie's smile. They looked at each other for about three seconds when Millie broke the silence.
"I'm sorry...I'll go to bed now."
"Um...ok-yeah me to."
Millie walked up the stairs in disbelief. She has never had that weird feeling before, it was actually making her feel sick.
"What's this feeling?" Millie talked quietly to a picture of a girl running in a field of flowers by her bed.
"Don't you know?" chanted the young girl in the picture. "Haven't you ever been in love?"
Both Millie and Harry didn't sleep that night.