Chapter Seven
The horse landed at Millie's house at seven in the morning as she wondered if her parents were asleep, or worse, found out the news about her and Harry. Avery, although, was found planted on the house's driveway, hooting at the sight of her.
Millie got out snarling, grabbing Avery's cage and walking into her house. Surprisingly her father was peacefully reading the newspaper as her mom was making biscotti cookies. Both parents turned at Millie and shrieked.
"What happened to you?" asked her mother Yvonne. Her mom gave a disgusting look and ordered her to wash up. Millie didn't know what she meant until she looked in the mirror and saw mascara smudged all over her eyes. She washed up and walked to her bedroom, noticing she had her hands in fists the whole time.
Millie let Avery out of the window for morning exercise as she walked into her bedroom. She laid down on her bed and folded her arms, sleeping that way, not waking at the slightest noise.
It was at past lunch time when Millie slowly woke up, looking around her room forgetting the last twenty four hours. She gave a gasp when she remembered Harry was in Azkaban.
"But it can't be that long!" she whispered to herself. She found Avery coming back with a three letters attached to her leg.
Jumping towards the window she snatched the letter and found out it was the Daily Prophet magazine with a depressing picture of Harry sitting on the chair she kissed him on.
Harry Potter Being Sent To Azkaban
The boy who lived, also known as Harry Potter, was sent to Azkaban prison of charges of the Malfoy family for beating thier famous son, Draco. Draco, who has done exceedingly well in his school, passing top marks in all classes, was beat to serious unconsciousness by Harry Potter for eligibly talking with his friend and former student at Saint Mumbus of Witchcraft, Millie Rose.
"Malfoy kissed me!" Millie screamed at Avery, hoping her owl would understand. She hissed as she read on.
Harry has fought Draco to an almost possible death for jealousy and loneliness. He will remain in Azkaban whenever charges will be paid. The cost is fifteen thousand Galleons.
Millie read more about the article, cursing to herself and squealing when the price for unleashing Harry out of the prison was shown.
"I only have twelve thousand! I can't afford it!" she cried. She looked helplessly at the picture, Harry was growling as angry sweat dipped off his forehead and his eyes turned a menacing cold blue. Millie cried as she looked at her future husband's eyes and shook her head believing it was her that got him into this mess.
Remembering the other two letters, she snatched both of them and read quickly. They were both from Ron and Hermione.
Millie, I can't believe this, I really can't. Everybody is ordered to stay at Hogwarts with their families this vacation, which means I must stay back with my Muggle parents. If only we had enough money to free him Millie, but I'll start saving up. Please write back.
*Hermione
There were tear stains across Hermione's letter and Millie didn't feel any better. She read the letter from Ron.
Millie. Whatever you do, please stay at home and don't try and get Harry. I told my parents about this and they will try and figure out how to bail him out of Azkaban. Please be alright, I'm really nervous of what they will be doing to him, he hates those dementers you know.
-Ron
Millie felt instant dread when she remembered the dementors. She knew he fainted one time when he first saw one, but because of Azkaban and no wand he could possibly go mad. Millie gasped at the thought and was about to write to Hermione when another owl swooped in, this time, unidentified and bright orange. Picking up the letter from her desk, Millie saw it was from the Weasly twins, who was now famous bussiness men who opened up their successful joke shop.
Mille Rose,
Please note that we are Fred and George Weasly, head of Weasley's Joke Shop in downtown London, England. We found out about Harry, whom we love like a close brother, and will have the duty to give you the three thousand Galleons you need in order to free him. We will meet at your house at precisly eight o'clock in three days in front of your house to pick you up and head over to Azkaban Island, deep in the Carribean. Please be ready Millie, we are going to get Harry!
Fred and George
Millie's depressing frown rose at least five inches off her mouth and she cheered. She stopped patiently to realize three days would be a lot to wait for, especially for Harry. Thinking about him being locked in a small dirty cell with dementors passing by every now and then, gave a cold shiver up and down Millie's spine. She took out three pieces of parchement and wrote back to everybody, noticing she was shaking the whole time.
Millie spent the rest of the day crying and petting Avery, feeling so sick and scared she wasn't eating, hoping she could rescue Harry as soon as possible.
Days seemed to go by so slowly, it was as though the sun was pouring down molasses. Millie sat in her bedroom most of the time, trying to go to sleep and forget about Azkaban and Harry but it couldn't leave her mind. She looked at her hand and saw the engagement ring he gave her, as it shimmered a gold highlight. Harry showed her his ring when she returned at Hogwarts, shortly after she arrived, and remembered his smile being so warm as she promtly examined it.
Day two arrived and her mother knocked on her door, delivering her fresh clothes. Her mother noticed her attitude and looked at her curiously, asking if there was anything interesting going on in that 'magic' world. Millie only looked up to her mother which showed a disgusted look, and shook her head plainly, hoping her mum would go away. After that, Millie started writing in her diary, imagining Harry writing something romantic back, something that could lift her heart up. Even after no reply, she curiously sent Avery a letter to Azkaban, which shortly later, the owl returned with a letter stating No Owl Mail is To Be Delivered ON Azkaban Island. Millie listened to the Muggle radio until she fell asleep no later than three in the morning.
The long awaiting day three arrived and Millie actually ate a bit of a scone and a cup of tea with her mother. Trying to act like everything was fine in her life, she daintly showered and ran into her room where she grabbed her sack of Galleons, and read "Bewitch The Beloved" book until Fred and George arrived, ringing the doorbell. The father gave a scowl as he opened the door, knowing the twins were wizards, by their flying car behind him. Millie rushed down and introduced herself to them and they gladly shook hands.
"Right this way Millie, better get a move on eh?" George asked, opening the door for her. "Bit chilly tonight by Azzy, glad your wearing a jacket."
The car took off from a soft murmer and it galloped away into the sky. Millie, for entertainment use, was asking questions at the twins.
"So how did you start off?"
Fred smiled from the rear front window.
"It was your bloke Harry, he won the Triwizard Tornament and was loyal enough to give us the winning savings."
"Oh yes!" Millie quickly remembered. Then a frown appeared on her face and changed the subject. "How long does it take to get to Azkaban?"
"Just another twenty five minutes I might add," quirked George. "Surprisingly, we are almost there!"
It was not long until Millie looked out her window and noticed water was surrounding every view she could see. It was starting to scare her until she saw a silhouette of a large pointed tower. George announced it was Azkaban when the car radio bleeped on. A young woman's voice rang through the car.
"Name."
"Fred and George Weasly with Millie Rose," blurted out Fred's voice, who was carefully landing the car unto the dark covered forest of Azkaban. "We are here to free Harry Potter."
"Thank you Fred Weasly." A click shut off the car and they toppled onto the ground. The doors opened up and the three adults were thrown out, along with the sacks of money. Some, unfortunally, fell onto the ground.
"Oh no!" screamed Millie, trying to pick up the Galleons.
"It's okay Mill, we have at least ten thousand Galleons in here," pointed out George as he showed her his pocket. "Not to worry."
Millie smiled in relief and followed the two through a thickening forest of the most unpleasant trees and noises she has ever heard. A cold sensation trickled by and she knew they were coming close to the prison. Two minutes later, they found themselves shivering outside of the prisoning door which was guarded by two dementors. Fred and George stood around Millie, all three who were cuddling from the sickening chills. The three stood at least five feet away from the statue-looking dementors when the door opened and a woman came out.
From the tone of her voice, she would seem like a young beautiful lady. It was just the opposite when the scraggly, dirty looking old woman appeared and motioned them inside. Millie and the boys found themselves hallucinating slightly about dead rabbits.
The room was quite small, fit for two closets combined, as the woman sat down at her desk.
"I need the fifteen thousand," she said, her pleasent voice fading. Millie and the boys took out their money and counted it up, placing the Galleons on the womans desk. When the right amount was placed the woman groaned.
"Follow me," she orderd, sounding dissapointed. The woman opened the door and in they walked in thousands upon thousands of cell rooms, all in one gigantic long hall. Millie heard imediate screaming from the cells as she walked past them, trying not to glance at the men and woman who were cussing at her. She also had a hard trouble trying to not breathe in the terrible smell.
The Weasly brothers, however, were looking down as they walked along, and George was holding his ears, covering up the horrid noises of madness. Millie, unfortunally got too close to a man in the fiftieth cell room, when he grabbed her jacket and tugged on it. Millie shrieked as Fred tried to fight the jacket over the man, trying to free her when the man's eyeballs gave away and they rolled back to his head. Millie was so frightened she took off her jacket and ran to the woman, who seemed to not notice or care. Fred gave a soft whimper as he spotted a woman throwing up and kicking her own vomit.
"This place is mad!" he cried.
"Harry Potter, cell number two forty three," the lady growled. Millie who stayed behind, ran up first to see her love.
Millie's piercing scream rang through the hall as she covered her mouth. She nearly fainted when George caught her and picked her up. Looking down, she noticed there was a trail of blood towards Harry.
Harry was huddled up by a corner in his cell, right next to the toilet. His head was touching his knees and his hand grasps his legs as he was rocking back and forth. He seemed to be singing but had a unusual color of white on his skin. There was blood on his wrists as if he was cutting himself but the woman seemed to read Millie's mind and said he nearly got away with the leather bands tied around them. The woman took out a shiny black key and opened the door. Harry slowly looked up and squinted, he was not wearing his glasses.
"Dumbledore...?" Harry asked. His voice was hoarse and his lip was bleeding.
"Harry, it's me," said Millie. She pushed her way into the room while the Weasly twins stayed back, afraid Harry was going to attack.
Harry's eyes widened and he held out his arms, moving them about, not knowing where she was. His hand hit the toilet and he cursed loudly.
"Millie?" he kept asking, now crawling on the floor. Millie was afraid to touch him, but still went up to him idmediatly. She put a hand on Harry's back and he stopped. He closed his eyes and whispered "Millie....oh...Millie."
Millie's tears swelled up into her eyes as some silently fell onto his back. He was wearing torn up coat and pants which smelled of a dead person. Harry stood on his knees and held out his arms in Millie's direction and came forward. Crying histarically, Millie hugged him.
"I got you Harry, you're here with me now, we're leaving Azkaban," she whispered as Harry sunk into her arms. He started to softly cry in happiness.
"Where are his wand and glasses?" snapped George at the lady, finally taking his hands off his ears.
A dementor glided by and everybody froze. It dropped Harry's wand and broken glasses and glided away.
Millie wanted to leave as soon as possible and picked Harry up to his feet, feeling he was extremly light. Harry clung onto Millie's neck and started panting his warm breath on her skin. Fred and George carried Harry up to the car, with Millie closly behind. Harry was still breating rather harshly until the car lifted up into the sky.
Holding Harry's glasses and wand, she also held onto Harry, covering him with her body, hoping he was warm enough. Harry didn't say anything when the car pulled onto dry land, but couldn't stop crying.
"We are going to drop him off at your house quickly, then we will report this to dad in England. We will give you an owl to tell you when we are coming," Fred whispered, afraid to scare Harry. "Should we drop you two at your window?"
"Yes please," said Millie urgently. "My parents don't know about him yet." She held onto Harry the short ride to her house and carressed his hair. Harry started breathing regulary and fell asleep.
The car appeard in front of Millie's back window and she let go of Harry. Harry rose up and started vomiting over himself. Millie cried in disgust but helped herself into her small bedroom. She saw Fred and George wince while looking at the vomit.
"I suggest you let him rest, give him some toast and water to start off, he's dreadfully sick. Hopefully he won't vomit again," recommended George, who was holding his nose. "Take this purple pill, it'll make him recover fast...drink this with water."
Fred got out of his seat and carried the poor Harry into Millie's room and onto her bed. He said a short goodbye and took out his wand, making the vomit and it's smell vanish soon after.
Millie looked at her clock. It was one in the morning. She glanced at Harry who was helplessly sprawled onto the bed, fast asleep with a flesh color coming back to his cheeks. His breathing was back to normal and seemed comfortable. Millie layed the bed covers on him and gently moved his head onto the pillow. She pulled out his broken glasses and instantly fixed them with her wand. She layed both the glasses and Harry's wand on her night table and climbed into bed with him. She did not cringe at the smell, or make a face, but smiled and touched his cheek, knowing he was going to be alright. That night she slept pleasently, but woke up just in time to sneak in some food before Harry woke up.
She piled water bottles and toast in a container and sat in her chair, waiting for Harry to wake up. Millie glanced at his wand and picked it up. It was a fairly normal wand, but she felt a rush of great energy when she held it. Then suddenly, Harry began to move. Millie put down the wand and watched him. Harry's eyes opened slightly and blinked in surprise. He then squinted at the ceiling.
"Am I dead?" he said to himself in a shocked tone. Millie smiled and picked up his glasses and put them on Harry. Harry jumped to see clear view of the ceiling top. He turned to Millie and froze. Millie looked up at his expression and smiled. Harry lied in bed motionless until he slowly sat up, not blinking once at Millie. He then held out his hand.
"Am I dreaming?" he asked Millie, still not believing the reality.
Millie laughed and touched his hand which made Harry jump. Harry started crying and hugged Millie so hard she couldn't breathe.
"Oh my goodness!" Harry screamed, clutching her. "Millie! Millie! Millie!" But Millie laughed again in happiness and let go of him.
"Shh! Be quiet!" she whispered. Harry slammed hard into Millie and kissed her, not hearing a word she said. She pried her hands off of his face and Harry looked thrilled.
"Harry, are you alright? Can you walk?" she asked, holding his hand. Harry only frowned.
"I'm weak, I haven't eaten..."
But Millie pulled out water and some toast for him and slowly gave it to him. It took Harry a while to eat his toast, but he managed to consume it. Millie watched him in peace, almost overwhelming for her.
Harry began telling her very slowly that he was beat up by Mr. Malfoy after he was taken to the prison. They simply stunned him and dragged him into the cell which he didn't eat, drink, or sleep for four days. Dementors would entertain him by standing by his cell room for hours, devouring his happiness. He started going remembering horrid things and sang songs to drive away evil memories, even to ignore the screams of other prisoners. When he saw Millie, he thought it was a hallucination but when he got into the car, he simply thought it was a dream. And he didn't remember vomiting in the Weasly's car.
Millie stroked his hair as he talked every now and then until she heard her mother talking on the telephone downstairs. She forgot about her parents and started panicking. She went downstairs to see what was going on but both her parents were leaving for their work, totally preoccupied to know a boy was in Millie's bed upstairs.
An hour later of talking and hugging, Harry announced he needed to wash up. Millie agreed on behalf of the smell and carried him (with her arm around his neck) to the bathroom. Harry had to stop every now and then from his lack of energy and still toddled along the hall. They came into the bathroom when Harry was laid into the bathtub. He was breathing loudly but then smiled at Millie.
"I need help bathing," he smirked. Millie made a don't-you-think-about-it face.
"Er-okay...," she said as she unexpectedly left the room. She ran to her parents bedroom and curiously went through her fathers drawers and found some good clothes and undies for Harry to use.
"Here, here's the soap, shampoo, and when your done changing I'll come and get you and help you back to my room," said Millie, walking into the bathroom shortly after. "My parents will be home in about five hours."
"Sounds good," smirked Harry. "But can't you take my shirt off?"
Millie laughed heartily and winked as she closed the door.
"Will that boy ever calm down?" Millie asked herself, walking into her bedroom. She soon startled herself by noticing Hermione, Ron, Mr. Weasly and the twins crawling into her room. Ron waved and headed for the toast, and sat next to Hermione, who saw close to him.
"Ah! Millie, where's Harry?" asked Mr. Weasly, who was holding her award she won for "Best White Tiger Patronous."
"He's ah...in the shower," said Millie, who was eyeing the twins playing with her makeup. "And how old are you?" she laughed later.
"We're about nineteen going on twenty!" chuckled Fred, rubbing eyeliner on his hand. "Say George, mind if you put some on me?"
After Mr. Weasly yelled at the boys behavior, he asked to go to the bathroom. Millie pointed downstairs at the other bathroom, and the twins followed, knowing they were going to be up to something.
"Now did you say your parents are Muggles?" Fred asked smiling. Millie was afraid to answer, and didn't since the twins left the room quickly. She rather pay her attention to Ron and Hermione.
"I must say, it's good seeing you two again," Millie planted her hands on her hips. Ron smiled.
"Well, I'm just...fine here...since Hermione likes me...I mean I told her I kind of liked her before."
Hermione giggled. "Oh stop this nonsense, you just want me to kiss you!"
Ron blushed. "No I don't..." but he didn't sound confirmed. Hermione turned her attention back to Millie.
"Well, we're thinking after Hogwarts, maybe us four can get an apartment together? Maybe around Paris, the history and arts are just so fascinating!"
Millie felt taken aback by the idea but immediately shouted "that's a really good idea!"
Harry rolled in about twenty minutes later, laughing at himself. "These clothes are pretty good Millie, your father has good taste." He kissed her on the cheek and stopped to see Ron and Hermione sitting together. Hermione jumped up and hugged him in surprise.
"I'm just glad your alright! Millie has told us everything!"
Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and Mr. Weasly and the twins appeared, soon hugging Harry as well. Fred remarked it felt good to smell clean.
Later on, Millie made delicious Italian sandwiches which everybody loved. They all plopped onto the couch, watching tv, and drank mineral water as Mr. Weasly sent Owl Mail to his wife indicating they will arrive at their house in two hours.
"I wish you lived closer," commented Harry, stuffing his face into his sandwich. "It'll take me at least three hours back to my house."
Millie grabbed a can of soda as Harry complained about the two different countries, but Hermione remarked she wanted to see the leaning tower of Pisa next time she visits. Millie smiled, knowing someone actually wanted to visit her over the vacation.
Snow poured down lightly as everybody started to leave. The twins were heaving numerous amounts of Italian cold cuts into the back seat which Ron would pick at, eating most of the salami. Millie, although, was deep in conversation with Hermione, explaining the Black Plague which happened in the late 1300's and how it almost wiped out three fourths of Italy. Millie saw Hermione's wide eyes, absorbing the much-needed information of Italy and smiling in wonder.
"How amazing," she would began, and end with an occasional "Wow!"
Just as Millie was getting to the solution of fighting the Black Plague, Harry tip toed behind her and poked her hips. She squealed in shock and turned around to see a bouquet of flowers.
"How did you get these?" asked Millie, reaching her hand, afraid to touch the daisies.
Harry looked embarrassed to answer but whispered "Your neighbors garden."
Millie laughed and light punched him on the shoulder. Hermione looked disrupted.
"Harry, tell her goodbye now, I just want to hear the rest of Millie's saying on the Black Plague," said Hermione, folding her arms. Harry gave her a demeaning look and ordered to be alone when he said goodbye to her. Millie couldn't help but to feel loved, but finished her report to Hermione and gave her a warm hug. Hermione smiled in joy when Millie gave her her phone number and smiled, knowing she has to come visit in the summer. Harry pulled Millie aside and looked tired.
"Here we go again," quirked Harry, biting his fingernails. Millie tipped her head to the side and studied him.
"You know, Ron wants us to move in with him and Hermione after we graduate," she said, feeling smart about herself. "What do you think?"
Harry put his hand down and raised his eyebrows. "Sounds pretty good," he only said, looking rather disappointed. Harry then turned his back at Millie.
"Why do we keep doing this?" he yelled what seemed like the door. Millie turned him around.
"Doing what?"
"Saying goodbye," he growled, looking in her eyes. "Every time, knowing I have to let you go, and WAIT when vacation arrives so we can see each other again. It's not fair, I think life is just playing with us."
"Don't think that, please don't," began Millie, touching his arms. "It's not like I threw this away you know..." as she held up her hand, showing the gleaming red jeweled ring. "Whenever I look at this, it makes me feel ten times better, knowing someone actually loves me."
Harry looked at Millie's blue oversized sweatshirt and after peered out the sky, watching the snow carefully fall onto the flying car, which was waiting for him. He looked down at the floor, debating what to say.
"I love you."
Millie chuckled and touched his black tousled hair. "Yeah, me too."
Harry gently grabbed her waist and brought her towards him, leaning in for a soft hug and backed away.
"I think it's time to tell the Ron and Hermione about our engagement," Harry said and quickly kissed her on the lips. He didn't say another word but walked to the window and jumped in the car. Everybody shouted a last goodbye and vanished out of sight, hearing the last rumbling from the car's machine.
Sighing, Millie knew Harry had a point with the repeated goodbye-ing.
But school was quite awkward once Millie came back to Saint Mumbus. Girls started commenting on her clothes and hair and would walk away with almost too-perfect grins. Millie had the weirdest sensation something was up, but remembered that everyone knew about Harry being sent and rescued from Azkaban. Her cousin came around the corner and nearly bumped into her when she was late for Herbology. Fannie had a fake glassy expression to her smile while holding up a tube of purple lipstick.
"How are you Fannie?" asked Millie suspiciously. Fannie dropped her lipstick from the question.
"F-f-fine..." she only said and excused herself. Millie proceeded to her classroom with Professor Dunkery, her Herbology teacher.
Dinner rolled by, and Millie found her usual seat, this time, surprisingly full with girls such as Jaime Parkinson and Elizabeth Adler. Looking disappointed her lonley table was full, Millie turned away and began walking to another table when the girls starting shouting her name.
"No, we want to sit with you Millie!" yelled Elizabeth's voice.
Stunned, Millie walked back to her table and noticed Jaime was patting a seat for her. Millie only looked around her when she sat down, and saw the familiar fake smiles planted on the girls faces.
Millie got out her lunch when she noticed Elizabeth nudged Jaime slightly. Jaime cleared her throat and smiled. The girls stopped eating and stared at Jaime.
"So...how did Harry propose to you?"
Millie stopped and looked inside her backpack, knowing the whole table was staring at her with an answer. She could only think about one solution is to how they could have known, her diary. Putting on a fake laugh, Millie looked up to Jaime's impatient face.
"What are you talking about? Where did you hear THAT from?"
Jaime slightly frowned from her answer and the girls angrily narrowed their eyes at her, almost believing Millie. But Jaime had her evidence.
"It was in the Daily Prophet! I read it this morning!" cried Jaime, throwing the newspaper at her. Millie caught it with one hand and tried not to look surprised when she saw a picture of her and Harry walking together. It looked very familiar, but then she realized it was a picture of them walking the day of the Draco-Harry incident. Millie stared at it, trying to ask how they would come to that conclusion, when the picture moved down to her hand and Harry's hands and pointed out the rings. An instant flashing appeared on the paper and read "Harry Proposed to Girlfriend of Eight Months!"
Millie's stomach dropped like a sudden rollercoaster and decided to hold the newspaper high enough to block the waiting faces. She then came down with a plan.
Slowly dropping the newspaper, she looked around the girls, who were now trying not to look at Millie's engagement ring on her left hand.
"So you want to know where he proposed?" asked Millie, smiling at Elizabeth, whose mouth was open. "Well then, it's none of your business. That was history, this was now..."
Millie noticed the cool tone in her voice and couldn't help to feel proud. She excused herself when Jaime walked in front of her.
Jaime had the most disgusted look on her face as she looked at Millie. Her eyes were going up and down as she took in every appearance of Millie as possible.
"So it IS true?" she barked, looking shocked.
Millie couldn't come up with an answer but smirked a "Sure."
Just then Jaime whipped out her hand and smacked her, hard on the face. It was instant burning and stinging. It was pure hatred where that slap came from. Millie looked at Jaime and noticed she was gritting her teeth. Millie wanted to cry but knew she didn't have to, a slap wasn't worth the pain she lived through her seven years at Mumbus.
SLAP.
Jaime hit her again, this time a lot harder. Millie fell to the ground quickly, but boldly got up. When she opened her eyes from the searing pain she saw the whole table of girls corner her in. Jaime came in view and walked so close to Millie she could see the cakey powder she had on.
"Why is it always you?" she began. "The one who gets all the best grades, all the awards, and now THIS?" she snarled, grabbing her hair. She gave it a hard tug and Millie started feeling hot with anger. Nobody was to touch her hair but Harry. "You have Harry Potter, EVERY girl's fantasy...and you took it away from us!" she screamed and just then Millie blacked out from the punching and beating the girls were doing to her. When she awoke, the girls were still in a circle with their wands pointed at her. Millie couldn't move and her rib felt broken. She tried to touch it but noticed her hand was bloody from her nose. Her bottom lip was split open, and didn't even want to dare to touch her hair.
There was whispering everywhere and Millie managed to stand up. Some girls backed away but Jaime appeared again, cracking a smile.
"Imperious!" cried Jaime as Millie immediately felt controlled. It was the Imperious curse and only knew that Jaime was going to make her do something terrible.
But I have passed this before, I know how to break it! Said Millie to herself. But let me go along with it for now.
She tried to hide the smile and felt the connection being broken, although, she followed what Jaime was saying.
"Pick up the dung..." yelled Jaime in the background. Millie tried to not laugh but walked over to some goose dung and bent down. She heard girls giggling in the background again, but it was Millie who was even more giggling, knowing she was playing a pretty good role of a Imperious curse victim.
Millie winced as she picked up the warm, squishy dung and turned around to walk to Jaime.
"Eat the dung..." came in Elizabeth's voice. The giggles turned into evil laughs.
Millie walked as close as she could be at the girls and opened her mouth. The dung felt uncomfortable in her hand, remembering washing her hands was a must before she went to the hospital wing. Opening her mouth slightly, her hand moved upwards to it and hesitated. Jaime's mouth dropped a notch and stared at Millie. Millie blinked and focused her attention on Jaime.
"Eat dung," Millie said and smashed the poop into Jaime's face, rubbing it in her mouth and hair also.
The piercing cry of Jaime rang outside at the snowy courtyard as the girls started running away. Millie took out her wand and yelled "Imperious!"
"Walk to me," said Millie, enjoying herself. The whole group of girls that were sitting at her table started walking towards her. Laughing, Millie knew these girls weren't smart enough to break the charm, so she devoured every minute of it.
"Now, you eat dung!" shouted Millie. She had a splendid lunch that day, watching herself to not be caught. When her ribs started aching in pain, she hypnotized the girls to sleep in the snow until they hear the bell ring, and when they do, they will lose all memory of what happened the last hour.
Millie carried herself and her bags to the hospital room and had to spend the night, wrapped up in bandages, reading the Daily Prophet article.
Harry Potter, age 17, proposed to his short-term girlfriend Millie Rose, of eight months. Why did this couple hook up so quickly? "Harry was desperate, and Millie was supposedly under the Imperious charm when they were going out," said Draco Malfoy, age 16, a sixth year student at Hogwarts who was reported by being abused by Harry himself. Charges have been sent to Azkaban but Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, cleared them.
Millie held her breath as she read the article, having the school nurse Ms. Pumpkin make her swallow disgusting Skele-grow juice. The orange substance was dripping so much off her mouth, the Prophet was soaked. But Millie could not think why Draco was involved in this, and how he surprisingly found out...he couldn't have been in the common room, so how could he announce it?
Throwing the paper by her bedside, Millie looked out the window in front of her. Sunset was appearing as the room reflected a light glow, similar to the torches at Hogwarts. She noticed a slight flutter by the window sill, and Millie curiously watched it. Just then, flew in a black bat and perched itself onto the window sill. Millie stared at it, looking quite familiar when she pointed out the top of the bats head was bleached in a white, almost platinum color. Terrified, the bat swooped down on her, but she didn't miffle a scream, instead, she covered herself from the blanket and hoped it was gone.
Why does the bat look so familiar? Millie said to herself. But then, everything clicked. Malfoy was the bat. His pointed fangs, the command of running an empire with him, Dumbledore's confirmation of his vampire blood. He must be an Animagus!
She threw her blanket off her and screamed in horror to see Draco Malfoy crouching naked by her bedside. His face was beaming in over enthusiasm and his hair sparkled more than ever. He started snarling.
"Why did you rescue Potter?" he was now covering himself with Millie's blanket. Millie, thankfully, didn't look down. "Why won't you be with me?"
"It was YOU that's be spying us!" Millie shrieked. The volume of her voice hurt her ribs. "You know I love Harry!"
Malfoy's smile immediately dropped and his eyes scrunched up in hatred. He sniffed loudly and turned around, Ms. Pumpkin was walking into the hospital wing's entrance, looking entranced by a piece of parchment.
"We will see each other again," he growled quickly, and turned into a bat, which nearly missed Ms. Pumpkin's head and flew away.
"Are you okay Millie?" asked Madame Pumpkin, touching her forehead. "You look awfully pale."
But Millie wasn't paying attention. Why did Malfoy come all this way to talk to her? And why does he want her to be a vampire? This was not making any sense, but she was mostly afraid to tell Harry, for she knew him too well. Harry would automatically cause more trouble for Malfoy, so she decided to keep that experience secretly.
Her ribs and other body fragments were specially healed the next day, but Millie didn't sleep a wink last night, trying to forget the frightening images of Draco crouching by her bed, with that sick and twisted grin on his face. What made it worse was that she couldn't tell anybody, for Harry would get into trouble, and who knows what Malfoy could do in revenge. Shifting uncomfortably in her bed last night gave her a terrible back ache the next day.
Auror classes were already held two months ago, and Millie finally had the permission to attend them every Friday. Keeping her experience with Draco low, she simply wrote to Harry about her classes and how nobody was abusing her (she again, didn't mention the Jaime and her friends incident).
It was getting hard for Millie not to express her thoughts in her diary for Harry, afriad he would attack Malfoy this very instant. Emotions of pain, humiliation, and paranoia were bottled up in those two weeks, hoping nobody would care.
Friday greatly came, and Millie was excused from her afternoon class with Professor Dunkery. Gladly missing Herbology, she hopped onto the golden horse carriage and waited until she landed at the Ministry. Sneaking into her diary, Harry left an excited note.
I get to see you today! I love you so much!
~Harry
Millie smiled knowing her prince charming was waiting for her at the class, and couldn't help but feel a little happier. Smiling seemed kind of hard for her since she hasn't done it in months.
Suddenly, the horse abruptly stopped, and Millie grabbed her small strap-on bag and walked outside. She zipped up her purple jacket as high to reach her chin and walked to a telephone booth. She got inside and found the directions Dumbledore gave her to enter the Ministry.
"Five two two four," she mumbled, dialing the numbers inside the warm, red British telephone booth. Millie has never been in this type of telephone booth and looked around at it's posture.
A cool woman's voice rang into the receiver. "Please state your name and destination."
Millie cleared her throat, finding it funny this was an entrance to her class. "Millie Rose, I am here to take my Pre-Auror class today."
"Thank you, please pin the badge onto your coat, and welcome to the Ministry of Magic."
A pink badge popped out with Millie's name printed over the word "Student." The ground began to shake, and slowly Millie started descending into the ground.
"This is how Harry came in when he was rescuing Sirius in his 5th year!" she recalled, looking around. "But it was Voldemort who leered him into the Ministry..." She stopped at the entrance, and found herself at the familiar greeting of the building.
Getting her wand checked and going up the barrier was what she initially planned to do, when the woman at the desk told her the Auror class was starting physical tests and will be held in Room 222, a floor below her.
"Erm- thank you Miss," Millie kindly said and took the barrier another level down. An odd sensation of sweet smells closed in the barrier and Millie felt utterly confused. The door opened as Millie popped into the Room 222, and casually but excitedly, looked around for Harry.
People were standing beside tables, five in long straight rows, staring at cauldrons sitting before them. All seemed hypnotized as they stood bowing their heads and not blinking at Millies entrance They seemed to be studying the contents inside the cauldron when Professor Montgomery sprawled in front of Millie. Harry suddenly popped behind her, grinning enthusiastically.
Professor Montgomery rolled her eyes at Harry's intense happiness and shooed him away, but Harry only walked back three feet. Millie quickly smirked at her mate and whipped her attention to the Professor.
"Ms. Rose, we are doing cauldron tests right now, as you and Harry can so kindly take those two seats over there and study your cauldron, you will soon find that they are, or are not poisonous, and to write down your hypothesis. You should have read the book by Artificus Shoemaker on "You're Being Poisoned And Don't Know It."
Millie nodded her head, remembering reading a particular chapter about a green potion that eats your intestines alive. She winced at the thought and noticed Harry was making gagging noises while holding his throat. When the Professor left her view, Millie punched Harry lightly in the arm.
"C'mon, let's get to the test."
Harry quickly hugged her, then pushing her away from him, he took her hand politely and ushered to their test.
"Where's Dumbledore?" Millie whispered, peering into the cauldron. Harry simply stared at her.
"Ah...he's talking to Draco Malfoy about something, people are saying he left school grounds."
Whatever Millie had in her hand, dropped into her cauldron and disintegrated. Gasping, she tried to grab it but felt Harry's hand pull her back quickly, squeezing her arm tightly.
"That's not safe, it's Billwater you were about to touch..."
But Millie didn't exactly hear what else he said, she was just interested to know if Dumbledore found out about Malfoy's unplanned visit at Saint Mumbus, and if she told Harry about her unexpected visit a couple of weeks ago, would he be angry? No way would she explain to Harry what had happen, although, she knew he was the only person she could trust.
"I have to tell you something after this exam..." Millie only said, and waited for him outside the classroom later on. Harry cleaned up his belonging's before, muttered something about "Professor Snape," and hurried out of the classroom before the Professor scooted him away and locked the door.
Millie felt extremely sick thinking about Draco, afraid to see Harry's reaction about her story. But when she saw Harry walk suavely towards her, she couldn't help but melt at his every move. His charming smile spread across his face so delicately, Millie wanted to pet him. He looked like a piece of treasure.
Harry tipped his head to the side in fascination. "What were you planning on telling me?'
Millie bit her lip and decided she couldn't hold it in. She ushered Harry to a far corner away from the classroom where it was too dark to see anybody and ignored his comments ("What are we going to do? This looks fun...") , and held him back against the wall. She could faintly see Harry's glasses shimmer in the almost-completely-dark hall, his glistening emerald green eyes seemed to glow in the dark, staring boldly up at Millie's soft face.
"Harry, before I tell you, you must promise me you will not hurt Draco Malfoy."
Immediately knowing she said something terrible, Millie regretted beginning her conversation with a warning.
Harry's sparkling eyes no more sparkled anymore and turned a rough green. His black eyebrows slowly started moving towards his forehead, almost connecting together, studying Millie closely.
"What...do you mean?" barked Harry, ordering his request. He held onto Millie's forearms.
Millie dropped her head in embarrassment and was afraid this would happen. Harry knew something was going between her and Draco, but she couldn't figure out how to put in words that Malfoy was...threatening her. How could she explain this to him without Harry attacking him?
Millie threw her head up, this time looking serious into his eyes.
"You need to PROMISE not to hurt him!"
Harry hesitated and squinted his eyes. He seemed to nod his head, but it didn't look satisfied. Harry softly asked what happened.
Millie told him everything that went on after she was beaten up by Jaime and her gang. Harry gasped, realizing she was hurt by her fellow peers and held her tightly as she talked. When the time came to announce about Draco appearing in the hospital wing naked, Harry screamed in disgust and let go of Millie. Nearly flung to the ground, Millie balanced herself and noticed Harry was mumbling to himself, but she tried her best to talk over him, more loudly so Harry could understand her more. When she was done, Harry was standing by a window across the hall with his hands clutched behind his back. His fists started tightening. Millie ran over to comfort him.
"Dumbledore probably knows about this Harry, so you don't have to do anything about it. I'm fine now, don't you see? I'm alright!" she laughed, though, it wasn't real. Millie slightly grunted and spun Harry around. His eyes turned blue.
"I'm going to talk to him," said Harry with clenched teeth.
Looking scared, Millie seized his face. "No...don't. Leave him alone..."
"BUT HE DIDN'T LEAVE YOU ALONE!" cried Harry, throwing back her arms and walking fast to the dark corner which they were before. He turned his heel back at Millie. "HE WAS SPYING ON YOU, WHO KNOWS WHAT HE HAS SEEN YOU DO! HE WAS INVADING YOUR PRIVACY!"
Millie stopped in her tracks and never thought about Harry's opinion. He was right, there were windows in the girls bathrooms and dormitories, and who knows what he has seen there. Not knowing what to say in return, Millie nodded her head.
"So...is Draco actually seducing you now? Is he getting you in his tracks? He was naked you know," snarled Harry, and he was starting to walk toward Millie. "I bet you liked that, didn't you."
"No...no!" shouted Millie, wondering why Harry's attitude was resting on top of her. "You know I...I love you!"
But the words didn't seem to help. Harry stopped and glared at Millie.
"I'm afraid, I'll teach him a lesson."
Millie had enough. "NO YOU WON'T! I TOLD YOU HARRY, YOU PROMISED NOT TO HURT HIM, NOT TO CAUSE TROUBLE! I TRUSTED YOU!"
"Yes, but Millie," Harry began, his finger in the air, his eyes turned a fascinating light green. "You can trust me, but when something serious goes on like this, serious actions will be taken."
Frightened, Millie grabbed his arm, her body trembling. "What is with you Harry? Your not acting yourself!" She was near to tears, afraid to splash them on his sleeves.
Harry watched her sulk into his arms and backed away. For a moment his eyes looked hurt and kind, but then turned back to an evil shadow.
"I'm going to talk to Malfoy-"
"You'll hurt him-"
"I'll come up with a clever plan-"
"You'll get in trouble-"
"He'll just learn his lesson that's all-"
"Learn his lesson? It's you who will learn the lesson!"
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?" bellowed Harry so loudly, Millie jumped and started hiccuping.
"I don't want you going to Azkaban again!"
"BUT I WON'T!" Harry screamed, acting like a two year old and pressing his nose against Millie's in rage. "You think I'm going to play tough? Well, I will...I'll think of something, maybe capturing that bat, and slowly torment him!"
Millie couldn't handle Harry's extreme mood change and started buckling her knees to cry. Only the loud sobs from Millie were echoing in the dark hallway. Harry suddenly started breathing harder and bent lower at her. Soon she felt a soothing hand on her shoulder and was pulled to her feet, being held in Harry's arms.
Stuttering, Millie began to speak.
"I... t-trusted you."
"And you still do!" laughed Harry with his open arms. Millie didn't join the request, but simply backed away.
"No...I don't."
Harry dropped his arms. A look of shockness spread across his handsome young face. His adam apple seemed to drop inches from his throat and he looked down. For a couple of moments there was pure silence of the dimly lit hall until Millie softly hiccuped again.
Harry started walking towards Millie and abruptly stopped. A concerned look spread across his face for a split second but it suddenly changed into anger.
"FINE!" he screamed at Millie, which made her ears start ringing. Harry squinted at his mate but walked passed her, almost reaching the end of the hall when he turned his heel. He started snarling.
"Don't bother writing in your diary...I won't read it," and he vanished from the corner of the hall.
Millie silently stood there in pure darkness, alone in such shocking brutality, it was unimaginable. She felt as though she lost her best friend, or worse, a loved family member. No more tears came out of her eyes as she crawled down to the floor, holding herself tightly, trying to absorb the pain she just had minutes ago. But it was soon later when she decided to leave and met up with her horse carriage, trying not to look depressed as she passed the kind old wizards and witches.
I've lost Harry.
Tears started dripping out of her eyes and sun set was approaching on the chilly March sky. She would be back at Saint Mumbus once more, with nobody but girls. Harry wouldn't calm her down in his writings anymore, or send occasional flowers, or have postcards from Ron and Hermione. Millie was afraid Harry would say something mean about her to his friends, so she wasn't going to bother reading her mail anymore. But Harry yelled at her, seeming as though they broke up...that was all over. It was the ultimate lowest point Millie has ever felt. She had no one to care for anymore.
But he didn't take off his engagement ring.
Could there still be a chance between her and Harry?
Of course! It was just a fight! Couples fight all the time!
The little voice in her head surprisingly cheered her up for a bit, but when steered back into reality, she realized her daydreaming was pathetic.
Millie put her face in her hands the whole carriage ride.
The horse landed at Millie's house at seven in the morning as she wondered if her parents were asleep, or worse, found out the news about her and Harry. Avery, although, was found planted on the house's driveway, hooting at the sight of her.
Millie got out snarling, grabbing Avery's cage and walking into her house. Surprisingly her father was peacefully reading the newspaper as her mom was making biscotti cookies. Both parents turned at Millie and shrieked.
"What happened to you?" asked her mother Yvonne. Her mom gave a disgusting look and ordered her to wash up. Millie didn't know what she meant until she looked in the mirror and saw mascara smudged all over her eyes. She washed up and walked to her bedroom, noticing she had her hands in fists the whole time.
Millie let Avery out of the window for morning exercise as she walked into her bedroom. She laid down on her bed and folded her arms, sleeping that way, not waking at the slightest noise.
It was at past lunch time when Millie slowly woke up, looking around her room forgetting the last twenty four hours. She gave a gasp when she remembered Harry was in Azkaban.
"But it can't be that long!" she whispered to herself. She found Avery coming back with a three letters attached to her leg.
Jumping towards the window she snatched the letter and found out it was the Daily Prophet magazine with a depressing picture of Harry sitting on the chair she kissed him on.
Harry Potter Being Sent To Azkaban
The boy who lived, also known as Harry Potter, was sent to Azkaban prison of charges of the Malfoy family for beating thier famous son, Draco. Draco, who has done exceedingly well in his school, passing top marks in all classes, was beat to serious unconsciousness by Harry Potter for eligibly talking with his friend and former student at Saint Mumbus of Witchcraft, Millie Rose.
"Malfoy kissed me!" Millie screamed at Avery, hoping her owl would understand. She hissed as she read on.
Harry has fought Draco to an almost possible death for jealousy and loneliness. He will remain in Azkaban whenever charges will be paid. The cost is fifteen thousand Galleons.
Millie read more about the article, cursing to herself and squealing when the price for unleashing Harry out of the prison was shown.
"I only have twelve thousand! I can't afford it!" she cried. She looked helplessly at the picture, Harry was growling as angry sweat dipped off his forehead and his eyes turned a menacing cold blue. Millie cried as she looked at her future husband's eyes and shook her head believing it was her that got him into this mess.
Remembering the other two letters, she snatched both of them and read quickly. They were both from Ron and Hermione.
Millie, I can't believe this, I really can't. Everybody is ordered to stay at Hogwarts with their families this vacation, which means I must stay back with my Muggle parents. If only we had enough money to free him Millie, but I'll start saving up. Please write back.
*Hermione
There were tear stains across Hermione's letter and Millie didn't feel any better. She read the letter from Ron.
Millie. Whatever you do, please stay at home and don't try and get Harry. I told my parents about this and they will try and figure out how to bail him out of Azkaban. Please be alright, I'm really nervous of what they will be doing to him, he hates those dementers you know.
-Ron
Millie felt instant dread when she remembered the dementors. She knew he fainted one time when he first saw one, but because of Azkaban and no wand he could possibly go mad. Millie gasped at the thought and was about to write to Hermione when another owl swooped in, this time, unidentified and bright orange. Picking up the letter from her desk, Millie saw it was from the Weasly twins, who was now famous bussiness men who opened up their successful joke shop.
Mille Rose,
Please note that we are Fred and George Weasly, head of Weasley's Joke Shop in downtown London, England. We found out about Harry, whom we love like a close brother, and will have the duty to give you the three thousand Galleons you need in order to free him. We will meet at your house at precisly eight o'clock in three days in front of your house to pick you up and head over to Azkaban Island, deep in the Carribean. Please be ready Millie, we are going to get Harry!
Fred and George
Millie's depressing frown rose at least five inches off her mouth and she cheered. She stopped patiently to realize three days would be a lot to wait for, especially for Harry. Thinking about him being locked in a small dirty cell with dementors passing by every now and then, gave a cold shiver up and down Millie's spine. She took out three pieces of parchement and wrote back to everybody, noticing she was shaking the whole time.
Millie spent the rest of the day crying and petting Avery, feeling so sick and scared she wasn't eating, hoping she could rescue Harry as soon as possible.
Days seemed to go by so slowly, it was as though the sun was pouring down molasses. Millie sat in her bedroom most of the time, trying to go to sleep and forget about Azkaban and Harry but it couldn't leave her mind. She looked at her hand and saw the engagement ring he gave her, as it shimmered a gold highlight. Harry showed her his ring when she returned at Hogwarts, shortly after she arrived, and remembered his smile being so warm as she promtly examined it.
Day two arrived and her mother knocked on her door, delivering her fresh clothes. Her mother noticed her attitude and looked at her curiously, asking if there was anything interesting going on in that 'magic' world. Millie only looked up to her mother which showed a disgusted look, and shook her head plainly, hoping her mum would go away. After that, Millie started writing in her diary, imagining Harry writing something romantic back, something that could lift her heart up. Even after no reply, she curiously sent Avery a letter to Azkaban, which shortly later, the owl returned with a letter stating No Owl Mail is To Be Delivered ON Azkaban Island. Millie listened to the Muggle radio until she fell asleep no later than three in the morning.
The long awaiting day three arrived and Millie actually ate a bit of a scone and a cup of tea with her mother. Trying to act like everything was fine in her life, she daintly showered and ran into her room where she grabbed her sack of Galleons, and read "Bewitch The Beloved" book until Fred and George arrived, ringing the doorbell. The father gave a scowl as he opened the door, knowing the twins were wizards, by their flying car behind him. Millie rushed down and introduced herself to them and they gladly shook hands.
"Right this way Millie, better get a move on eh?" George asked, opening the door for her. "Bit chilly tonight by Azzy, glad your wearing a jacket."
The car took off from a soft murmer and it galloped away into the sky. Millie, for entertainment use, was asking questions at the twins.
"So how did you start off?"
Fred smiled from the rear front window.
"It was your bloke Harry, he won the Triwizard Tornament and was loyal enough to give us the winning savings."
"Oh yes!" Millie quickly remembered. Then a frown appeared on her face and changed the subject. "How long does it take to get to Azkaban?"
"Just another twenty five minutes I might add," quirked George. "Surprisingly, we are almost there!"
It was not long until Millie looked out her window and noticed water was surrounding every view she could see. It was starting to scare her until she saw a silhouette of a large pointed tower. George announced it was Azkaban when the car radio bleeped on. A young woman's voice rang through the car.
"Name."
"Fred and George Weasly with Millie Rose," blurted out Fred's voice, who was carefully landing the car unto the dark covered forest of Azkaban. "We are here to free Harry Potter."
"Thank you Fred Weasly." A click shut off the car and they toppled onto the ground. The doors opened up and the three adults were thrown out, along with the sacks of money. Some, unfortunally, fell onto the ground.
"Oh no!" screamed Millie, trying to pick up the Galleons.
"It's okay Mill, we have at least ten thousand Galleons in here," pointed out George as he showed her his pocket. "Not to worry."
Millie smiled in relief and followed the two through a thickening forest of the most unpleasant trees and noises she has ever heard. A cold sensation trickled by and she knew they were coming close to the prison. Two minutes later, they found themselves shivering outside of the prisoning door which was guarded by two dementors. Fred and George stood around Millie, all three who were cuddling from the sickening chills. The three stood at least five feet away from the statue-looking dementors when the door opened and a woman came out.
From the tone of her voice, she would seem like a young beautiful lady. It was just the opposite when the scraggly, dirty looking old woman appeared and motioned them inside. Millie and the boys found themselves hallucinating slightly about dead rabbits.
The room was quite small, fit for two closets combined, as the woman sat down at her desk.
"I need the fifteen thousand," she said, her pleasent voice fading. Millie and the boys took out their money and counted it up, placing the Galleons on the womans desk. When the right amount was placed the woman groaned.
"Follow me," she orderd, sounding dissapointed. The woman opened the door and in they walked in thousands upon thousands of cell rooms, all in one gigantic long hall. Millie heard imediate screaming from the cells as she walked past them, trying not to glance at the men and woman who were cussing at her. She also had a hard trouble trying to not breathe in the terrible smell.
The Weasly brothers, however, were looking down as they walked along, and George was holding his ears, covering up the horrid noises of madness. Millie, unfortunally got too close to a man in the fiftieth cell room, when he grabbed her jacket and tugged on it. Millie shrieked as Fred tried to fight the jacket over the man, trying to free her when the man's eyeballs gave away and they rolled back to his head. Millie was so frightened she took off her jacket and ran to the woman, who seemed to not notice or care. Fred gave a soft whimper as he spotted a woman throwing up and kicking her own vomit.
"This place is mad!" he cried.
"Harry Potter, cell number two forty three," the lady growled. Millie who stayed behind, ran up first to see her love.
Millie's piercing scream rang through the hall as she covered her mouth. She nearly fainted when George caught her and picked her up. Looking down, she noticed there was a trail of blood towards Harry.
Harry was huddled up by a corner in his cell, right next to the toilet. His head was touching his knees and his hand grasps his legs as he was rocking back and forth. He seemed to be singing but had a unusual color of white on his skin. There was blood on his wrists as if he was cutting himself but the woman seemed to read Millie's mind and said he nearly got away with the leather bands tied around them. The woman took out a shiny black key and opened the door. Harry slowly looked up and squinted, he was not wearing his glasses.
"Dumbledore...?" Harry asked. His voice was hoarse and his lip was bleeding.
"Harry, it's me," said Millie. She pushed her way into the room while the Weasly twins stayed back, afraid Harry was going to attack.
Harry's eyes widened and he held out his arms, moving them about, not knowing where she was. His hand hit the toilet and he cursed loudly.
"Millie?" he kept asking, now crawling on the floor. Millie was afraid to touch him, but still went up to him idmediatly. She put a hand on Harry's back and he stopped. He closed his eyes and whispered "Millie....oh...Millie."
Millie's tears swelled up into her eyes as some silently fell onto his back. He was wearing torn up coat and pants which smelled of a dead person. Harry stood on his knees and held out his arms in Millie's direction and came forward. Crying histarically, Millie hugged him.
"I got you Harry, you're here with me now, we're leaving Azkaban," she whispered as Harry sunk into her arms. He started to softly cry in happiness.
"Where are his wand and glasses?" snapped George at the lady, finally taking his hands off his ears.
A dementor glided by and everybody froze. It dropped Harry's wand and broken glasses and glided away.
Millie wanted to leave as soon as possible and picked Harry up to his feet, feeling he was extremly light. Harry clung onto Millie's neck and started panting his warm breath on her skin. Fred and George carried Harry up to the car, with Millie closly behind. Harry was still breating rather harshly until the car lifted up into the sky.
Holding Harry's glasses and wand, she also held onto Harry, covering him with her body, hoping he was warm enough. Harry didn't say anything when the car pulled onto dry land, but couldn't stop crying.
"We are going to drop him off at your house quickly, then we will report this to dad in England. We will give you an owl to tell you when we are coming," Fred whispered, afraid to scare Harry. "Should we drop you two at your window?"
"Yes please," said Millie urgently. "My parents don't know about him yet." She held onto Harry the short ride to her house and carressed his hair. Harry started breathing regulary and fell asleep.
The car appeard in front of Millie's back window and she let go of Harry. Harry rose up and started vomiting over himself. Millie cried in disgust but helped herself into her small bedroom. She saw Fred and George wince while looking at the vomit.
"I suggest you let him rest, give him some toast and water to start off, he's dreadfully sick. Hopefully he won't vomit again," recommended George, who was holding his nose. "Take this purple pill, it'll make him recover fast...drink this with water."
Fred got out of his seat and carried the poor Harry into Millie's room and onto her bed. He said a short goodbye and took out his wand, making the vomit and it's smell vanish soon after.
Millie looked at her clock. It was one in the morning. She glanced at Harry who was helplessly sprawled onto the bed, fast asleep with a flesh color coming back to his cheeks. His breathing was back to normal and seemed comfortable. Millie layed the bed covers on him and gently moved his head onto the pillow. She pulled out his broken glasses and instantly fixed them with her wand. She layed both the glasses and Harry's wand on her night table and climbed into bed with him. She did not cringe at the smell, or make a face, but smiled and touched his cheek, knowing he was going to be alright. That night she slept pleasently, but woke up just in time to sneak in some food before Harry woke up.
She piled water bottles and toast in a container and sat in her chair, waiting for Harry to wake up. Millie glanced at his wand and picked it up. It was a fairly normal wand, but she felt a rush of great energy when she held it. Then suddenly, Harry began to move. Millie put down the wand and watched him. Harry's eyes opened slightly and blinked in surprise. He then squinted at the ceiling.
"Am I dead?" he said to himself in a shocked tone. Millie smiled and picked up his glasses and put them on Harry. Harry jumped to see clear view of the ceiling top. He turned to Millie and froze. Millie looked up at his expression and smiled. Harry lied in bed motionless until he slowly sat up, not blinking once at Millie. He then held out his hand.
"Am I dreaming?" he asked Millie, still not believing the reality.
Millie laughed and touched his hand which made Harry jump. Harry started crying and hugged Millie so hard she couldn't breathe.
"Oh my goodness!" Harry screamed, clutching her. "Millie! Millie! Millie!" But Millie laughed again in happiness and let go of him.
"Shh! Be quiet!" she whispered. Harry slammed hard into Millie and kissed her, not hearing a word she said. She pried her hands off of his face and Harry looked thrilled.
"Harry, are you alright? Can you walk?" she asked, holding his hand. Harry only frowned.
"I'm weak, I haven't eaten..."
But Millie pulled out water and some toast for him and slowly gave it to him. It took Harry a while to eat his toast, but he managed to consume it. Millie watched him in peace, almost overwhelming for her.
Harry began telling her very slowly that he was beat up by Mr. Malfoy after he was taken to the prison. They simply stunned him and dragged him into the cell which he didn't eat, drink, or sleep for four days. Dementors would entertain him by standing by his cell room for hours, devouring his happiness. He started going remembering horrid things and sang songs to drive away evil memories, even to ignore the screams of other prisoners. When he saw Millie, he thought it was a hallucination but when he got into the car, he simply thought it was a dream. And he didn't remember vomiting in the Weasly's car.
Millie stroked his hair as he talked every now and then until she heard her mother talking on the telephone downstairs. She forgot about her parents and started panicking. She went downstairs to see what was going on but both her parents were leaving for their work, totally preoccupied to know a boy was in Millie's bed upstairs.
An hour later of talking and hugging, Harry announced he needed to wash up. Millie agreed on behalf of the smell and carried him (with her arm around his neck) to the bathroom. Harry had to stop every now and then from his lack of energy and still toddled along the hall. They came into the bathroom when Harry was laid into the bathtub. He was breathing loudly but then smiled at Millie.
"I need help bathing," he smirked. Millie made a don't-you-think-about-it face.
"Er-okay...," she said as she unexpectedly left the room. She ran to her parents bedroom and curiously went through her fathers drawers and found some good clothes and undies for Harry to use.
"Here, here's the soap, shampoo, and when your done changing I'll come and get you and help you back to my room," said Millie, walking into the bathroom shortly after. "My parents will be home in about five hours."
"Sounds good," smirked Harry. "But can't you take my shirt off?"
Millie laughed heartily and winked as she closed the door.
"Will that boy ever calm down?" Millie asked herself, walking into her bedroom. She soon startled herself by noticing Hermione, Ron, Mr. Weasly and the twins crawling into her room. Ron waved and headed for the toast, and sat next to Hermione, who saw close to him.
"Ah! Millie, where's Harry?" asked Mr. Weasly, who was holding her award she won for "Best White Tiger Patronous."
"He's ah...in the shower," said Millie, who was eyeing the twins playing with her makeup. "And how old are you?" she laughed later.
"We're about nineteen going on twenty!" chuckled Fred, rubbing eyeliner on his hand. "Say George, mind if you put some on me?"
After Mr. Weasly yelled at the boys behavior, he asked to go to the bathroom. Millie pointed downstairs at the other bathroom, and the twins followed, knowing they were going to be up to something.
"Now did you say your parents are Muggles?" Fred asked smiling. Millie was afraid to answer, and didn't since the twins left the room quickly. She rather pay her attention to Ron and Hermione.
"I must say, it's good seeing you two again," Millie planted her hands on her hips. Ron smiled.
"Well, I'm just...fine here...since Hermione likes me...I mean I told her I kind of liked her before."
Hermione giggled. "Oh stop this nonsense, you just want me to kiss you!"
Ron blushed. "No I don't..." but he didn't sound confirmed. Hermione turned her attention back to Millie.
"Well, we're thinking after Hogwarts, maybe us four can get an apartment together? Maybe around Paris, the history and arts are just so fascinating!"
Millie felt taken aback by the idea but immediately shouted "that's a really good idea!"
Harry rolled in about twenty minutes later, laughing at himself. "These clothes are pretty good Millie, your father has good taste." He kissed her on the cheek and stopped to see Ron and Hermione sitting together. Hermione jumped up and hugged him in surprise.
"I'm just glad your alright! Millie has told us everything!"
Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and Mr. Weasly and the twins appeared, soon hugging Harry as well. Fred remarked it felt good to smell clean.
Later on, Millie made delicious Italian sandwiches which everybody loved. They all plopped onto the couch, watching tv, and drank mineral water as Mr. Weasly sent Owl Mail to his wife indicating they will arrive at their house in two hours.
"I wish you lived closer," commented Harry, stuffing his face into his sandwich. "It'll take me at least three hours back to my house."
Millie grabbed a can of soda as Harry complained about the two different countries, but Hermione remarked she wanted to see the leaning tower of Pisa next time she visits. Millie smiled, knowing someone actually wanted to visit her over the vacation.
Snow poured down lightly as everybody started to leave. The twins were heaving numerous amounts of Italian cold cuts into the back seat which Ron would pick at, eating most of the salami. Millie, although, was deep in conversation with Hermione, explaining the Black Plague which happened in the late 1300's and how it almost wiped out three fourths of Italy. Millie saw Hermione's wide eyes, absorbing the much-needed information of Italy and smiling in wonder.
"How amazing," she would began, and end with an occasional "Wow!"
Just as Millie was getting to the solution of fighting the Black Plague, Harry tip toed behind her and poked her hips. She squealed in shock and turned around to see a bouquet of flowers.
"How did you get these?" asked Millie, reaching her hand, afraid to touch the daisies.
Harry looked embarrassed to answer but whispered "Your neighbors garden."
Millie laughed and light punched him on the shoulder. Hermione looked disrupted.
"Harry, tell her goodbye now, I just want to hear the rest of Millie's saying on the Black Plague," said Hermione, folding her arms. Harry gave her a demeaning look and ordered to be alone when he said goodbye to her. Millie couldn't help but to feel loved, but finished her report to Hermione and gave her a warm hug. Hermione smiled in joy when Millie gave her her phone number and smiled, knowing she has to come visit in the summer. Harry pulled Millie aside and looked tired.
"Here we go again," quirked Harry, biting his fingernails. Millie tipped her head to the side and studied him.
"You know, Ron wants us to move in with him and Hermione after we graduate," she said, feeling smart about herself. "What do you think?"
Harry put his hand down and raised his eyebrows. "Sounds pretty good," he only said, looking rather disappointed. Harry then turned his back at Millie.
"Why do we keep doing this?" he yelled what seemed like the door. Millie turned him around.
"Doing what?"
"Saying goodbye," he growled, looking in her eyes. "Every time, knowing I have to let you go, and WAIT when vacation arrives so we can see each other again. It's not fair, I think life is just playing with us."
"Don't think that, please don't," began Millie, touching his arms. "It's not like I threw this away you know..." as she held up her hand, showing the gleaming red jeweled ring. "Whenever I look at this, it makes me feel ten times better, knowing someone actually loves me."
Harry looked at Millie's blue oversized sweatshirt and after peered out the sky, watching the snow carefully fall onto the flying car, which was waiting for him. He looked down at the floor, debating what to say.
"I love you."
Millie chuckled and touched his black tousled hair. "Yeah, me too."
Harry gently grabbed her waist and brought her towards him, leaning in for a soft hug and backed away.
"I think it's time to tell the Ron and Hermione about our engagement," Harry said and quickly kissed her on the lips. He didn't say another word but walked to the window and jumped in the car. Everybody shouted a last goodbye and vanished out of sight, hearing the last rumbling from the car's machine.
Sighing, Millie knew Harry had a point with the repeated goodbye-ing.
But school was quite awkward once Millie came back to Saint Mumbus. Girls started commenting on her clothes and hair and would walk away with almost too-perfect grins. Millie had the weirdest sensation something was up, but remembered that everyone knew about Harry being sent and rescued from Azkaban. Her cousin came around the corner and nearly bumped into her when she was late for Herbology. Fannie had a fake glassy expression to her smile while holding up a tube of purple lipstick.
"How are you Fannie?" asked Millie suspiciously. Fannie dropped her lipstick from the question.
"F-f-fine..." she only said and excused herself. Millie proceeded to her classroom with Professor Dunkery, her Herbology teacher.
Dinner rolled by, and Millie found her usual seat, this time, surprisingly full with girls such as Jaime Parkinson and Elizabeth Adler. Looking disappointed her lonley table was full, Millie turned away and began walking to another table when the girls starting shouting her name.
"No, we want to sit with you Millie!" yelled Elizabeth's voice.
Stunned, Millie walked back to her table and noticed Jaime was patting a seat for her. Millie only looked around her when she sat down, and saw the familiar fake smiles planted on the girls faces.
Millie got out her lunch when she noticed Elizabeth nudged Jaime slightly. Jaime cleared her throat and smiled. The girls stopped eating and stared at Jaime.
"So...how did Harry propose to you?"
Millie stopped and looked inside her backpack, knowing the whole table was staring at her with an answer. She could only think about one solution is to how they could have known, her diary. Putting on a fake laugh, Millie looked up to Jaime's impatient face.
"What are you talking about? Where did you hear THAT from?"
Jaime slightly frowned from her answer and the girls angrily narrowed their eyes at her, almost believing Millie. But Jaime had her evidence.
"It was in the Daily Prophet! I read it this morning!" cried Jaime, throwing the newspaper at her. Millie caught it with one hand and tried not to look surprised when she saw a picture of her and Harry walking together. It looked very familiar, but then she realized it was a picture of them walking the day of the Draco-Harry incident. Millie stared at it, trying to ask how they would come to that conclusion, when the picture moved down to her hand and Harry's hands and pointed out the rings. An instant flashing appeared on the paper and read "Harry Proposed to Girlfriend of Eight Months!"
Millie's stomach dropped like a sudden rollercoaster and decided to hold the newspaper high enough to block the waiting faces. She then came down with a plan.
Slowly dropping the newspaper, she looked around the girls, who were now trying not to look at Millie's engagement ring on her left hand.
"So you want to know where he proposed?" asked Millie, smiling at Elizabeth, whose mouth was open. "Well then, it's none of your business. That was history, this was now..."
Millie noticed the cool tone in her voice and couldn't help to feel proud. She excused herself when Jaime walked in front of her.
Jaime had the most disgusted look on her face as she looked at Millie. Her eyes were going up and down as she took in every appearance of Millie as possible.
"So it IS true?" she barked, looking shocked.
Millie couldn't come up with an answer but smirked a "Sure."
Just then Jaime whipped out her hand and smacked her, hard on the face. It was instant burning and stinging. It was pure hatred where that slap came from. Millie looked at Jaime and noticed she was gritting her teeth. Millie wanted to cry but knew she didn't have to, a slap wasn't worth the pain she lived through her seven years at Mumbus.
SLAP.
Jaime hit her again, this time a lot harder. Millie fell to the ground quickly, but boldly got up. When she opened her eyes from the searing pain she saw the whole table of girls corner her in. Jaime came in view and walked so close to Millie she could see the cakey powder she had on.
"Why is it always you?" she began. "The one who gets all the best grades, all the awards, and now THIS?" she snarled, grabbing her hair. She gave it a hard tug and Millie started feeling hot with anger. Nobody was to touch her hair but Harry. "You have Harry Potter, EVERY girl's fantasy...and you took it away from us!" she screamed and just then Millie blacked out from the punching and beating the girls were doing to her. When she awoke, the girls were still in a circle with their wands pointed at her. Millie couldn't move and her rib felt broken. She tried to touch it but noticed her hand was bloody from her nose. Her bottom lip was split open, and didn't even want to dare to touch her hair.
There was whispering everywhere and Millie managed to stand up. Some girls backed away but Jaime appeared again, cracking a smile.
"Imperious!" cried Jaime as Millie immediately felt controlled. It was the Imperious curse and only knew that Jaime was going to make her do something terrible.
But I have passed this before, I know how to break it! Said Millie to herself. But let me go along with it for now.
She tried to hide the smile and felt the connection being broken, although, she followed what Jaime was saying.
"Pick up the dung..." yelled Jaime in the background. Millie tried to not laugh but walked over to some goose dung and bent down. She heard girls giggling in the background again, but it was Millie who was even more giggling, knowing she was playing a pretty good role of a Imperious curse victim.
Millie winced as she picked up the warm, squishy dung and turned around to walk to Jaime.
"Eat the dung..." came in Elizabeth's voice. The giggles turned into evil laughs.
Millie walked as close as she could be at the girls and opened her mouth. The dung felt uncomfortable in her hand, remembering washing her hands was a must before she went to the hospital wing. Opening her mouth slightly, her hand moved upwards to it and hesitated. Jaime's mouth dropped a notch and stared at Millie. Millie blinked and focused her attention on Jaime.
"Eat dung," Millie said and smashed the poop into Jaime's face, rubbing it in her mouth and hair also.
The piercing cry of Jaime rang outside at the snowy courtyard as the girls started running away. Millie took out her wand and yelled "Imperious!"
"Walk to me," said Millie, enjoying herself. The whole group of girls that were sitting at her table started walking towards her. Laughing, Millie knew these girls weren't smart enough to break the charm, so she devoured every minute of it.
"Now, you eat dung!" shouted Millie. She had a splendid lunch that day, watching herself to not be caught. When her ribs started aching in pain, she hypnotized the girls to sleep in the snow until they hear the bell ring, and when they do, they will lose all memory of what happened the last hour.
Millie carried herself and her bags to the hospital room and had to spend the night, wrapped up in bandages, reading the Daily Prophet article.
Harry Potter, age 17, proposed to his short-term girlfriend Millie Rose, of eight months. Why did this couple hook up so quickly? "Harry was desperate, and Millie was supposedly under the Imperious charm when they were going out," said Draco Malfoy, age 16, a sixth year student at Hogwarts who was reported by being abused by Harry himself. Charges have been sent to Azkaban but Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, cleared them.
Millie held her breath as she read the article, having the school nurse Ms. Pumpkin make her swallow disgusting Skele-grow juice. The orange substance was dripping so much off her mouth, the Prophet was soaked. But Millie could not think why Draco was involved in this, and how he surprisingly found out...he couldn't have been in the common room, so how could he announce it?
Throwing the paper by her bedside, Millie looked out the window in front of her. Sunset was appearing as the room reflected a light glow, similar to the torches at Hogwarts. She noticed a slight flutter by the window sill, and Millie curiously watched it. Just then, flew in a black bat and perched itself onto the window sill. Millie stared at it, looking quite familiar when she pointed out the top of the bats head was bleached in a white, almost platinum color. Terrified, the bat swooped down on her, but she didn't miffle a scream, instead, she covered herself from the blanket and hoped it was gone.
Why does the bat look so familiar? Millie said to herself. But then, everything clicked. Malfoy was the bat. His pointed fangs, the command of running an empire with him, Dumbledore's confirmation of his vampire blood. He must be an Animagus!
She threw her blanket off her and screamed in horror to see Draco Malfoy crouching naked by her bedside. His face was beaming in over enthusiasm and his hair sparkled more than ever. He started snarling.
"Why did you rescue Potter?" he was now covering himself with Millie's blanket. Millie, thankfully, didn't look down. "Why won't you be with me?"
"It was YOU that's be spying us!" Millie shrieked. The volume of her voice hurt her ribs. "You know I love Harry!"
Malfoy's smile immediately dropped and his eyes scrunched up in hatred. He sniffed loudly and turned around, Ms. Pumpkin was walking into the hospital wing's entrance, looking entranced by a piece of parchment.
"We will see each other again," he growled quickly, and turned into a bat, which nearly missed Ms. Pumpkin's head and flew away.
"Are you okay Millie?" asked Madame Pumpkin, touching her forehead. "You look awfully pale."
But Millie wasn't paying attention. Why did Malfoy come all this way to talk to her? And why does he want her to be a vampire? This was not making any sense, but she was mostly afraid to tell Harry, for she knew him too well. Harry would automatically cause more trouble for Malfoy, so she decided to keep that experience secretly.
Her ribs and other body fragments were specially healed the next day, but Millie didn't sleep a wink last night, trying to forget the frightening images of Draco crouching by her bed, with that sick and twisted grin on his face. What made it worse was that she couldn't tell anybody, for Harry would get into trouble, and who knows what Malfoy could do in revenge. Shifting uncomfortably in her bed last night gave her a terrible back ache the next day.
Auror classes were already held two months ago, and Millie finally had the permission to attend them every Friday. Keeping her experience with Draco low, she simply wrote to Harry about her classes and how nobody was abusing her (she again, didn't mention the Jaime and her friends incident).
It was getting hard for Millie not to express her thoughts in her diary for Harry, afriad he would attack Malfoy this very instant. Emotions of pain, humiliation, and paranoia were bottled up in those two weeks, hoping nobody would care.
Friday greatly came, and Millie was excused from her afternoon class with Professor Dunkery. Gladly missing Herbology, she hopped onto the golden horse carriage and waited until she landed at the Ministry. Sneaking into her diary, Harry left an excited note.
I get to see you today! I love you so much!
~Harry
Millie smiled knowing her prince charming was waiting for her at the class, and couldn't help but feel a little happier. Smiling seemed kind of hard for her since she hasn't done it in months.
Suddenly, the horse abruptly stopped, and Millie grabbed her small strap-on bag and walked outside. She zipped up her purple jacket as high to reach her chin and walked to a telephone booth. She got inside and found the directions Dumbledore gave her to enter the Ministry.
"Five two two four," she mumbled, dialing the numbers inside the warm, red British telephone booth. Millie has never been in this type of telephone booth and looked around at it's posture.
A cool woman's voice rang into the receiver. "Please state your name and destination."
Millie cleared her throat, finding it funny this was an entrance to her class. "Millie Rose, I am here to take my Pre-Auror class today."
"Thank you, please pin the badge onto your coat, and welcome to the Ministry of Magic."
A pink badge popped out with Millie's name printed over the word "Student." The ground began to shake, and slowly Millie started descending into the ground.
"This is how Harry came in when he was rescuing Sirius in his 5th year!" she recalled, looking around. "But it was Voldemort who leered him into the Ministry..." She stopped at the entrance, and found herself at the familiar greeting of the building.
Getting her wand checked and going up the barrier was what she initially planned to do, when the woman at the desk told her the Auror class was starting physical tests and will be held in Room 222, a floor below her.
"Erm- thank you Miss," Millie kindly said and took the barrier another level down. An odd sensation of sweet smells closed in the barrier and Millie felt utterly confused. The door opened as Millie popped into the Room 222, and casually but excitedly, looked around for Harry.
People were standing beside tables, five in long straight rows, staring at cauldrons sitting before them. All seemed hypnotized as they stood bowing their heads and not blinking at Millies entrance They seemed to be studying the contents inside the cauldron when Professor Montgomery sprawled in front of Millie. Harry suddenly popped behind her, grinning enthusiastically.
Professor Montgomery rolled her eyes at Harry's intense happiness and shooed him away, but Harry only walked back three feet. Millie quickly smirked at her mate and whipped her attention to the Professor.
"Ms. Rose, we are doing cauldron tests right now, as you and Harry can so kindly take those two seats over there and study your cauldron, you will soon find that they are, or are not poisonous, and to write down your hypothesis. You should have read the book by Artificus Shoemaker on "You're Being Poisoned And Don't Know It."
Millie nodded her head, remembering reading a particular chapter about a green potion that eats your intestines alive. She winced at the thought and noticed Harry was making gagging noises while holding his throat. When the Professor left her view, Millie punched Harry lightly in the arm.
"C'mon, let's get to the test."
Harry quickly hugged her, then pushing her away from him, he took her hand politely and ushered to their test.
"Where's Dumbledore?" Millie whispered, peering into the cauldron. Harry simply stared at her.
"Ah...he's talking to Draco Malfoy about something, people are saying he left school grounds."
Whatever Millie had in her hand, dropped into her cauldron and disintegrated. Gasping, she tried to grab it but felt Harry's hand pull her back quickly, squeezing her arm tightly.
"That's not safe, it's Billwater you were about to touch..."
But Millie didn't exactly hear what else he said, she was just interested to know if Dumbledore found out about Malfoy's unplanned visit at Saint Mumbus, and if she told Harry about her unexpected visit a couple of weeks ago, would he be angry? No way would she explain to Harry what had happen, although, she knew he was the only person she could trust.
"I have to tell you something after this exam..." Millie only said, and waited for him outside the classroom later on. Harry cleaned up his belonging's before, muttered something about "Professor Snape," and hurried out of the classroom before the Professor scooted him away and locked the door.
Millie felt extremely sick thinking about Draco, afraid to see Harry's reaction about her story. But when she saw Harry walk suavely towards her, she couldn't help but melt at his every move. His charming smile spread across his face so delicately, Millie wanted to pet him. He looked like a piece of treasure.
Harry tipped his head to the side in fascination. "What were you planning on telling me?'
Millie bit her lip and decided she couldn't hold it in. She ushered Harry to a far corner away from the classroom where it was too dark to see anybody and ignored his comments ("What are we going to do? This looks fun...") , and held him back against the wall. She could faintly see Harry's glasses shimmer in the almost-completely-dark hall, his glistening emerald green eyes seemed to glow in the dark, staring boldly up at Millie's soft face.
"Harry, before I tell you, you must promise me you will not hurt Draco Malfoy."
Immediately knowing she said something terrible, Millie regretted beginning her conversation with a warning.
Harry's sparkling eyes no more sparkled anymore and turned a rough green. His black eyebrows slowly started moving towards his forehead, almost connecting together, studying Millie closely.
"What...do you mean?" barked Harry, ordering his request. He held onto Millie's forearms.
Millie dropped her head in embarrassment and was afraid this would happen. Harry knew something was going between her and Draco, but she couldn't figure out how to put in words that Malfoy was...threatening her. How could she explain this to him without Harry attacking him?
Millie threw her head up, this time looking serious into his eyes.
"You need to PROMISE not to hurt him!"
Harry hesitated and squinted his eyes. He seemed to nod his head, but it didn't look satisfied. Harry softly asked what happened.
Millie told him everything that went on after she was beaten up by Jaime and her gang. Harry gasped, realizing she was hurt by her fellow peers and held her tightly as she talked. When the time came to announce about Draco appearing in the hospital wing naked, Harry screamed in disgust and let go of Millie. Nearly flung to the ground, Millie balanced herself and noticed Harry was mumbling to himself, but she tried her best to talk over him, more loudly so Harry could understand her more. When she was done, Harry was standing by a window across the hall with his hands clutched behind his back. His fists started tightening. Millie ran over to comfort him.
"Dumbledore probably knows about this Harry, so you don't have to do anything about it. I'm fine now, don't you see? I'm alright!" she laughed, though, it wasn't real. Millie slightly grunted and spun Harry around. His eyes turned blue.
"I'm going to talk to him," said Harry with clenched teeth.
Looking scared, Millie seized his face. "No...don't. Leave him alone..."
"BUT HE DIDN'T LEAVE YOU ALONE!" cried Harry, throwing back her arms and walking fast to the dark corner which they were before. He turned his heel back at Millie. "HE WAS SPYING ON YOU, WHO KNOWS WHAT HE HAS SEEN YOU DO! HE WAS INVADING YOUR PRIVACY!"
Millie stopped in her tracks and never thought about Harry's opinion. He was right, there were windows in the girls bathrooms and dormitories, and who knows what he has seen there. Not knowing what to say in return, Millie nodded her head.
"So...is Draco actually seducing you now? Is he getting you in his tracks? He was naked you know," snarled Harry, and he was starting to walk toward Millie. "I bet you liked that, didn't you."
"No...no!" shouted Millie, wondering why Harry's attitude was resting on top of her. "You know I...I love you!"
But the words didn't seem to help. Harry stopped and glared at Millie.
"I'm afraid, I'll teach him a lesson."
Millie had enough. "NO YOU WON'T! I TOLD YOU HARRY, YOU PROMISED NOT TO HURT HIM, NOT TO CAUSE TROUBLE! I TRUSTED YOU!"
"Yes, but Millie," Harry began, his finger in the air, his eyes turned a fascinating light green. "You can trust me, but when something serious goes on like this, serious actions will be taken."
Frightened, Millie grabbed his arm, her body trembling. "What is with you Harry? Your not acting yourself!" She was near to tears, afraid to splash them on his sleeves.
Harry watched her sulk into his arms and backed away. For a moment his eyes looked hurt and kind, but then turned back to an evil shadow.
"I'm going to talk to Malfoy-"
"You'll hurt him-"
"I'll come up with a clever plan-"
"You'll get in trouble-"
"He'll just learn his lesson that's all-"
"Learn his lesson? It's you who will learn the lesson!"
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?" bellowed Harry so loudly, Millie jumped and started hiccuping.
"I don't want you going to Azkaban again!"
"BUT I WON'T!" Harry screamed, acting like a two year old and pressing his nose against Millie's in rage. "You think I'm going to play tough? Well, I will...I'll think of something, maybe capturing that bat, and slowly torment him!"
Millie couldn't handle Harry's extreme mood change and started buckling her knees to cry. Only the loud sobs from Millie were echoing in the dark hallway. Harry suddenly started breathing harder and bent lower at her. Soon she felt a soothing hand on her shoulder and was pulled to her feet, being held in Harry's arms.
Stuttering, Millie began to speak.
"I... t-trusted you."
"And you still do!" laughed Harry with his open arms. Millie didn't join the request, but simply backed away.
"No...I don't."
Harry dropped his arms. A look of shockness spread across his handsome young face. His adam apple seemed to drop inches from his throat and he looked down. For a couple of moments there was pure silence of the dimly lit hall until Millie softly hiccuped again.
Harry started walking towards Millie and abruptly stopped. A concerned look spread across his face for a split second but it suddenly changed into anger.
"FINE!" he screamed at Millie, which made her ears start ringing. Harry squinted at his mate but walked passed her, almost reaching the end of the hall when he turned his heel. He started snarling.
"Don't bother writing in your diary...I won't read it," and he vanished from the corner of the hall.
Millie silently stood there in pure darkness, alone in such shocking brutality, it was unimaginable. She felt as though she lost her best friend, or worse, a loved family member. No more tears came out of her eyes as she crawled down to the floor, holding herself tightly, trying to absorb the pain she just had minutes ago. But it was soon later when she decided to leave and met up with her horse carriage, trying not to look depressed as she passed the kind old wizards and witches.
I've lost Harry.
Tears started dripping out of her eyes and sun set was approaching on the chilly March sky. She would be back at Saint Mumbus once more, with nobody but girls. Harry wouldn't calm her down in his writings anymore, or send occasional flowers, or have postcards from Ron and Hermione. Millie was afraid Harry would say something mean about her to his friends, so she wasn't going to bother reading her mail anymore. But Harry yelled at her, seeming as though they broke up...that was all over. It was the ultimate lowest point Millie has ever felt. She had no one to care for anymore.
But he didn't take off his engagement ring.
Could there still be a chance between her and Harry?
Of course! It was just a fight! Couples fight all the time!
The little voice in her head surprisingly cheered her up for a bit, but when steered back into reality, she realized her daydreaming was pathetic.
Millie put her face in her hands the whole carriage ride.