Chapter Nine
It was a fresh morning of May and the dewy grass squished between Millie's toes as she was now working on her N.E.W.T.s test, running through obstacles in her bathing suit. Panting loudly, she kept reminding herself why she ever took Yanacy, which was a body protection class that supposedly buffed you up before the Muggle World.
"This is so idiotic," replied a girl, ducking under flying seagulls who were swooping down on them in Saint Mumbus Lake. Her face splashed in the water and Millie felt the last warming sensation leave her ears and nose.
Millie passed what was needed for the built in obstacle course, hearing Jaime later reply to the teacher it was like training for the American Army.
But that was not all that bothered Millie. It was more of the thought that she had to perform an Patronus on a boggart, which she completed perfectly for her O.W.L.s, and seemed quite easy for her age. Although performing it on an imaginary Jaime was much more delightful than realizing her next Patronous could be about Harry.
After walking through the gardens, drying off in her towel, she found herself back in her Defense Against Dark Arts class, seated comfortably. Millie put on the last of her shirt and shoes when she waited until she was called. Professor Laundry took one girl at a time behind a curtain and ordered them to perform the spell correctly, recalling it was similar to her fifth year test. Ignoring the screeches and cries in the other stables, Millie buried herself in her books, trying to get a quick nap under her jacket.
Feeling the warmth of her body under her clothes, Millie took a look back and realized April and May were very tiring two months of studying; and since she had so much to write to Harry, she found herself writing at least ten pages and miss some of her homework.
When Millie Rose was called, she groggily got up and passed the silent Jaime and Elizabeth, who were surprisingly studying and not bothering her. The Professor greeted Millie in the room and sat down.
"Alright Millie? Now, you have done this before, and I should not be disappointed. Ready?"
Millie nodded her head, wand sticking up pointing at a box.
"One...two...three!"
Harry suddenly appeared from the box , who smiled and walked towards her. Then his eyes widened and blood started gushing out of his chest, as though someone shot him. Being very terrified and never knowing Harry's death would be her boggart, Millie's wand shook slightly, but remembered what to do. She closed her eyes and remembered Harry leaning against her dormitory's door that night at Spring Fling.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" she screamed, and a dazzling white tiger erupted from her wand and vanished the boggart Harry from it's existence.
Professor Laundry oohed and applauded as Millie collected her bag and books. Smiling shyly, Millie never recalled thinking about Harry dead, though realizing it is the worst thought.
"I will see you on Monday afternoon, and bravo on that superb Patronous!" beamed the Professor who was clapping so loudly, it was as she wanted to be heard. She then bent down by Millie's ear.
"You know," she began whispering. "You have passed all your classes above average. I have been talking with the headmistress and we agreed on giving you a break this weekend. If there's anywhere you want to go, report to me and we can figure it out."
Millie nodded and headed down for dinner, knowing perfectly well N.E.W.T.s were all over and she wanted to sleep.
How did you do on your DADA test? I did this bloody twistick charm, I believe the Professor passed me on that one! Harry wrote, in a scribble writing. Anyways, I need to get to sleep, another Quidditch game against Hufflepuff tomorrow. We'll beat them! But I'm not going to sleep until you've written something, I really want to know what happened.
Taking out a dripping quill of ink, Millie instantly replied to Harry's questions.
Yes! Laundry even told me I passed every class! I'm really happy but I cannot wait until school is over. It has been an amazing learning experience, but I know I'm ready. Did Dumbledore tell you we don't have to take any more Auror classes? I guess that's okay, but I won't be able to see you often.
But then a light went inside Millie's head. She had a brilliant idea. Not discussing it in the diary, she simply closed it off with a goodnight. The next morning was a great rush for her that Saturday, as she ran down the corridors and landed herself in Professor Laundry's classroom.
Breathing harshly as though she ran a mile, she pounded her hands at the desk and smiled sweetly.
"Professor? Remember when you told me I could have a break?
Laundry looked up from her "Book of Monsters" and smirked.
"Yes, you deserve one!" she laughed delightfully. "You are such a hard worker!"
Millie then hesitated, biting her lip and looking innocent. "I...I was wondering," she began. "If I could take a trip to Hogwarts. There's a Quidditch match there."
Hoping the Professor agreed, Millie got her wish.
Walking through the hallways of Mumbus and looking up at the curious looking sixth years, she only felt better. Hauling her large bag of clothes and make-up, Millie felt top of the world as she glanced at everyone's bland faces. She was going to stay over a night at Hogwarts, given the permission from Jacudy whom assumably didn't remember the night of the Spring Fling.
"Tell Albus I will love a cup of tea with him!" she cried, munching on a biscuit.
Millie found the note Dumbledore wrote to her that morning, inviting her a stay in the Gryffindor tower and promising to not tell Harry. She reached the horse stables when she crumbled the letter into her pocket.
"G-day with you," said Professor Fredrick, keeper of the horse stables. He was petting a thestral, which Millie couldn't see because they were invisible to only those who have seen death. "You will be ridin' Mug today," he pointed, his finger landing on a purple coated horse who's wings sprouted a beautiful sparkling lavender.
Fredrick walked Mugg out on the grounds with Millie, when she suddenly felt her something shake in her jacket. She grasped onto her diary until she was seated comfortably in the carriage.
"Safe flight, you'll be in Hogwarts in about two hours," mumbled Fredrick behind the glass window. Millie nodded in agreement.
It was when the horse violently soared into the sky when Millie pulled out the vibrating diary. Opening it with its trembling pages, she read Harry's short passage.
Wish me luck. Ron is making the team practice an hour before the game, which tells me he wants this to be a perfect match. And he knows I'm going to make the team win. I'll do this one for you!
Millie didn't write back but looked out the windows for a while. She was surprised the time passed so quickly, for she was already landing in Hogwarts. The horse seemed to take a turn to a home by the Forbidden Forest, which made her realize it was Hagrid's hut.
"Millie! Are you Millie?" asked a deep Scottish voice as Millie jumped out of the carriage. Her eyes widened as she glared at Harry's description of Hagrid.
A massive half-giant, Hagrid was wearing a huge coat of fur and held a bucket. He stood at least eight feet taller than her and smiled from his big beard.
"Yes! Hello Hagrid! I'm Millie Rose," she politely said as she confidently walked up and shook his hand. He stuck his finger for a hand shake.
"My you are pretty as Harry told me. Now, he doesn't know you are here eh?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "Brilliant, he will be ecstatic!"
Hagrid walked in front of Millie, covering her completely as they strolled through the looping beautiful green lands of Hogwarts. Hagrid's body stopped abruptly in front of her (which made Millie bump into him aggressively).
"Sorry Hag-"
"Shh!" he said. "They're comin' out!"
And he was right. The great doors opened and students ran towards the Quidditch stadium, which was not far from them but across the lawn. Girls and boys were chatting excitedly, and teachers were holding onto their coats which was falling on the ground with the afternoon grass sticking to it. Millie peered over Hagrid's waist and gasped, seeing Hermione walking towards them.
But Hagrid saved her. "Eh, nice day Hermione?"
"Yes, it's nice! Say, want to sit with me by the stadium?" Millie could hear Hermione say.
"Er- thank you for the offer, but I have something to do! I have some chimera's in here, quite dangerous" he said, holding up his bucket. Hermione left with a quick goodbye and it was no sooner when it was just her and Hagrid on the grass. Hagrid waited until everybody found seats in the stadium when he motioned Millie towards the back of the bleachers. He then turned to her and patted her on the shoulder, which made her knees buckle.
"Dumbledore and McGangall are waiting for you at the top, tell them I said hello!" Hagrid beamed. "You'll really like Quidditch Mill...can I call you Mill?"
Millie smiled. "Of course Hagrid! Now, how is Quidditch played?"
Hagrid explained the details, and Millie's mouth gaped, knowing she couldn't wait. She then checked her watch.
"It's about to start! Now, is Gryffindor the red and gold?"
Hagrid nodded and left her climbing the steps to the top bleachers. The crowd grew even more louder when Lee Jordan's voice rang through out the stadium.
"Welcome! To the Gryffindor Hufflepuff Quidditch Game..."
Dumbledore spotted the confused Millie and motioned to a seat next to him and Professor McGongall. They both shook her hand and pointed at the large crowd of students. The noise got louder and Milie looked down to see a door open and a line of yellow and black coated people walking across the Quidditch grounds. They each carried a broomstick and set their positions. Millie noticed a particular black haired girl and realized it was Cho Chang, Harry's old crush.
Millie has never felt such a rush before. They were miles high from the ground and looking intently at it, which was very dizzy for a while. Millie studied the players set their positions in the air, waiting for the opponent team to be called. Then Lee's loud voice announced Gryffindor and a scream of pure excitement blasted as the doors opened and seven people walked out of the stadium, all waving and smiling in red and gold coats. Millie's heart leaped, picking Harry immediately from the passionate teammates as his black hair was brightly glowing.
It all happened too quickly. Ron casually shook Cho's hand, which meant they were both captains and ready to start the game, and then mounted their positions. With a wisp of air, a whistle went off and Millie was sitting at the edge of her seat.
The action was unspeakable. There were bludgers and balls flying in all directions, as the teams zoomed around the pitch. Ron flew very quickly to his three rings, which he must guard, and waited patiently for any moves. But Millie was paying her attention to Harry, who was circling around the stadium looking quite bored. She blinked and put her attention to Cho, who was surprisingly looking at her in curiosity. Cho gave a mean glance and followed Harry.
Not knowing if Cho knew who she was, Millie noticed that Harry's head whipped to the right very quickly and sped to the ground.
"Harry Potter must have seen the snitch!" cried Lee's voice. Millie found herself standing on her feet, looking intensely at the action.
Harry's reflexive's were amazing. His head would pop in all directions and turn his broomstick in the direction the snitch must have been going. He was heading towards Millie's way and looking intently at a good light that was close to his held out hand. But suddenly, a bludger hit is head which spurted out blood. The crowd gave a large moan of frustration, hiding away Millie's terrified screams. Harry bent his head low and flew slowly to Millie's bleachers, looking as if he was very dizzy.
Millie leaned more over to the side and felt McGangall's tug on her pants.
"Harry! HARRY!" she shrieked, hoping to get his attention.
Harry stopped flying and stood in mid-air, at least ten feet away from each other. He shook his head and began turning the other direction when Millie decided she had to scream again.
"Harry! I'm over here! It's me!"
Harry turned around and managed to bulk his head up. Millie noticed his glasses were broken and cracked, but he seemed to notice her in the distance.
She could see his light green eyes widen his whole face with his mouth dropped open. He started flying towards Millie, ignoring the arrogant screams of his fellow teammates.
"Harry Potter seems to take another interest in a girl these days," began Lee Jordan, and a cackle of laughs rang in the air. "But he doesn't know Cho has seen the snitch."
"Millie?" asked Harry innocently, squinting his eyes for a better look. "Is that...you?"
He came up to the edge and gasped. His smile widened so much Millie was afraid his face would break off.
"MILLIE! YOU'RE HERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" but Harry seemed to forget the pain in his head when he soon growled and touched the bloody cut.
But Millie didn't want him to lose the game. She looked at him angrily.
"YOU NEED TO FINISH THE GAME! CHO IS GOING TO GET THE SNITCH! YOU HAVE TO WIN THE GAME HARRY!"
But Harry didn't seem to care, he looked like he was in dream world staring into Millie's eyes. He sighed and smiled. Millie slapped him.
"WIN THIS FOR ME!"
Harry snapped back into reality and panicked. He quickly nodded and turned his broom sharply, and sped right into Cho, almost knocking her out of her broom. The whole crowd screamed at Harry's sudden movement and suddenly fell silent, watching the last seconds of the game.
Harry caught the snitch in his hand and raised his arm proudly, circling around the stadium and giving Millie a soft kiss as he met her seats.
"Stay behind," he whispered as he let go of her. Millie heard Dumbledore clear his throat.
"Dinner is after the game Millie, you may sit with the staff this evening," said Professor McGangall, after Lee Jordan announced the teams were in changing and will be at dinner shortly. "Unless Potter saved you a seat."
Millie saw a crooked smile form at her lips and turned around after Dumbledore tapped her shoulder.
"I will not be here this weekend, Order business," he whispered, looking serious. "But I do hope you have a wonderful stay and I will most likely see you this summer." He shook her hand and excused himself. Millie looked out at the outstanding bleachers and spotted Malfoy glancing at her when she met his gaze. He gave an evil smirk and followed Crabbe and Goyle down the stairs, his platinum white hair blazing in the cloudy sky.
Shuddering, she walked down the steps and waited patiently until Hermione ran up and hugged her.
"What a surprise!" she cried! "Are you staying for the night?"
Millie nodded, rubbing her hands on her arms to keep warm.
"Brilliant!" Hermione started laughing. "Did you see Harry's face when he saw you? That was classic!"
Millie giggled with her and followed her to the changing rooms, where Ron greeted them. He gave her a shy hug. Ron then glanced at Hermione and blushed.
"Er...he's taking a bit of a long time. Madame Pomfrey is fixing his cut. It's sick, all bloody and what not. But he's fine," barked Ron, looking at Millie's concerned face. "He was all smile's when he got off his broom, like he won the Cup...oh he was smilin'."
Hermione gave a weird nudge on Ron's arm and moved her eyes towards the doors. Ron seemed to get the point when he said he had to go. Millie watched curiously as the couple strolled off into the chilly night.
It was then the door creaked open and Madame Pomfrey walked out, accompany by Harry. He had his hand on his head, but with a glimpse at Millie, he put it down.
The nurse gave a quick nod and followed behind Harry and Millie.
"How are you?" asked Millie, eyeing Harry's cut on his head.
Harry chuckled. "Never better."
There was a long silence as the three people walked up the stone stairs and into Hogwarts, for the pressure of having a discussion in front of an adult's back seemed to be uncomfortable for both of them.
When the nurse finally left and turned the corner to the hospital wing, Harry pulled Millie beside a large flaming torch. He put his arms on each side from her face and stuck them on the wall. Harry made an unusual face which consumed of scrunched eyebrows and a large smile.
"Surprise," said Millie, throwing her arms lazily in the air. She then giggled as Harry rubbed his nose against hers.
"This is a surprise," said Harry cooly, trying to stay calm. "How did you come to be here Miss Rose?" he gave her a small smirk and scooted closer to hear the details.
Millie rolled her eyes and laughed. "Well, I passed my exams and I got a treat. The headmistress allowed me to visit you and wants to have tea with Dumbledore."
Harry smiled at his sarcastic mate and twirled her hair in concentration.
"How long are you staying?" he asked, still amused with Millie's hair.
"Until Sunday morning. I'm staying over for two days and then heading back to Mumbus. Hermione says she has a bed for me, and Ron was-"
But Harry whipped his arms so fast off Millie, she shrieked in shock. Harry jumped away and froze. Wondering what happened, Millie walked forward for a better look.
Malfoy was standing in front of them, along with the usual Crabbe and Goyle. They were standing quite awkward together, as though stuck to one another. Crabbe was pounding his fist into his hand. Crabbe simply growled and Malfoy looked murderous.
Harry shook slightly as he spoke. "Evening...Malfoy." He turned his attention to Millie, as though hoping to not break Draco's face.
Malfoy huffed in arrogance and calmly started talking. "It's a surprise Miss Millie is here tonight- eh Potter?"
Harry was now focusing on the wall above Millie's head, staring intently at it. Feeling extremely overwhelmed, Millie stepped back, grabbing Harry with her, as though trying to hide herself from Malfoy.
"Get away Malfoy," she ordered, as Harry wrapped his arms around her. "Or I'll burn your filthy bat wings."
Millie noticed Malfoy popped his head around the torch and studied her closely. When he saw Harry was holding her, an evil smirk appeared on his face.
"But I want Potter to get expelled!" he cried, throwing his hands like it was his birthday. "I want him angry Millie, don't you see? I want that bloke in Azka-"
"Dumbledore will know what your doing!" shouted Millie. She was surprised Harry tightened his grip on her but didn't say a word. Millie noticed he had no reaction.
"Ignore him, let's go. You're getting better Harry..."
Millie's kind words seemed to strengthen Harry, as he grabbed her hand and pushed away Malfoy from his shoulder. But Crabbe caught onto Millie and laughed.
It all happened too quickly. It must have been after Millie let go of Harry, that Harry's wand automatically laid in his hand and set a jet stream of white light onto Crabbe's face. Screaming in thunderstruck pain, Crabbe seized Millie off him and grabbed his face. Harry looked boisterous and terribly angry as he set eyes on Malfoy.
"Let me tell you something, Malfoy," Harry whispered dangerously, his wand's point almost touching Malfoy's nose. "You need to keep your hands off of her!"
Millie suddenly couldn't handle the catastrophe, already assuming her stay at Hogwarts was another bad idea. She pushed her way through Harry and ran as fast as she could away from the incident. Hearing Harry's voice made her run even more faster, for she did not want to look at him either. Millie heard footsteps, but they covered up her frightful sobs. Not knowing where she was going, she swiftly ran through the Bloody Baron, Slytherin's head ghost. The cold air rushed into her skin and made her run faster. Again not caring where to go, Millie wanted to get away from Malfoy and his perverted friends.
It was no sooner when Millie crossed onto a moving staircase when it was Harry who had been running after her. He caught onto the end and fell over her, which made her scream and raise her wand. His sunken face told her he was not harmed and not being followed by Malfoy.
"Millie, come on...we need to walk this way," he said, picking himself up and helping Millie to her feet. "I handled it."
The staircase gave a great jolt as it connected with the other staircase and made them fall again. Millie, this time, got up first.
"What did you do to him this time?" she commanded, noticing her wand was still on Harry. He slowly got up, still gazing at the threatening wand.
Harry sighed. "Nothing. Nothing. And that is the truth, I did nothing."
His face look harmless, like a lost puppy. His glasses drooped down to his nose, and he seemed to not bother putting it up. The green eyes shimmered in lost anger and hope, assuming it didn't get it's revenge.
"I listened to you Millie." Harry helped Millie off the stairs and started walking to an anonymous door. "You said I was doing well with my temper, and I listened to you." Harry ushered her into a narrow hallway which was barely lit. The shadows of paintings sleeping flickered the very marble floor. "In some ways, I'm glad you ran, because I followed you. If I didn't...well, I would have beaten his ass."
Millie seemed to calm down, even though she didn't know where she was, and still didn't feel like trusting Harry.
"Where are we?"
"I dunno," Harry causally said. "But it's a lot better than being down there. Let's walk around for a bit. I rather get lost."
Agreeing, the two walked with each other, glancing at the suspicious doors and wondering what's inside them.
"There are so many secrets in Hogwarts," Harry cheerfully said. Millie noticed the subject change and caught onto it.
"Yeah, I've heard."
Harry noticed her sarcastic say and glanced at her. He seemed deeply overwhelmed he was with Millie for he opened his mouth as to decided what he was going to say.
"Er-yeah. Well, where to?" he asked, still looking a little uncomfortable. Harry then stopped abruptly. "Listen. I'm almost done with my Occlumancy lessons, and you know that. But sometimes it's just too hard...Millie, I get these nightmares."
"What? What nightmares?" she said quickly, now grasping onto his left arm and stopping in their path. She gazed into Harry's strong face and realized he has been through these dreams before.
"I get these dreams about you. But they're weird!" he cried, letting go of her hand and walking in fast circles. "I don't exactly remember...but I get flashes. Your on the street, and Voldemort is there and then a flash of green light, and I saw you dead! I'm starting to see that every night!"
Not knowing if he dreams were going to happen, Millie changed the subject for her relief.
"It's just a dream. But did you see that twist Ron did with his broom at Quidditch today? It was marvelous!"
"MILLIE!" screamed Harry, he grabbed Millie's arm so hard she froze. "Something is going to happen to you Millie! Don't you see? I don't get ordinary dreams like that! I told Dumbledore and he told me I have to look out for you now, as you have to yourself. This is serious Millie!"
But Millie threw his hand back and ordered to go to the Gryffindor common room.
"I don't want to hear that," she only said. They continued walking alone silently.
Ron noticed the hurt expression on Harry's face and asked what happened. Millie only glared at Ron and walked away, towards Hermione in a corner. She could faintly overhear Harry as she walked past him.
"Millie's not listening to me. She thinks the dream's not true and now she's mad at me."
"I am NOT mad at you!" screamed Millie. The whole common room turned to see the commotion.
"Ah! Millie Rose is here!" shouted Colin Creevy cheerfully. "Excellent!"
"But now you made me mad Harry!" snarled Millie, throwing her Italian hands in the air of frustration. "I'm going to bed!"
And without a single reply, but catching Harry's sad gloomy face and Ron's mouth open, she ran up to the girls dormitory, followed by Hermione and a couple of other girls and commanded she had to go to sleep.
"Harry went to bed right after you mate," said Ron, when Millie met him in the common room fully dressed the next morning. "He just stormed up seconds later after you and screamed to himself what a bloody bloke he was. It was quite funny-"
But Hermione came forward and punched his shoulder.
"No it's not Ron!" she said, casting a furious look at him. "Harry knows Millie is sensitive to that stuff, and the last thing she needs is Harry saying he dreams about her dead. And..." Hermione bent lower in his ear. "Malfoy saw them last night. Millie told me about it this morning."
Ron's ears turned red which surprised Millie. Once Ron announced he needed to get ready, Harry came walking down the stone steps from his room and tucked his green shirt in his pants. There was a look of fullness for Harry as he then walked casually down the steps, concentrating on his shirt's cuffs and collar. He looked pleasantly peaceful.
"Good morning," said Harry, finally making eye contact with Millie. He smiled, which meant he wanted to forget last night's fight. Harry swiftly kissed Millie's blushing cheek and looked at Ron, passing him by.
"Alright Ron?" he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Ron nodded and prodded along the steps.
Harry focused his attention on Millie and Hermione. He smiled.
"I just want to tell you I apologize for ruining your first night here," he briskly said, as though it wasn't a big deal. "And I want to hold your hand down to the Great Hall."
There was a sense of maturity in Harry's voice that made Millie swoon. His lack of arrogance finally got to him that night and seemed to vanish that morning, for it seemed like a good night of beauty sleep had done him good. Millie giggled her girly giggle and hugged him greatly, absorbing the fresh smell of his surprising cologne. Harry never wore cologne.
Harry held her head up and slowly kissed her. He seemed to be enjoying every moment of that kiss when Hermione cleared her throat loudly and told them the whole common room doesn't want to lose their appetite before breakfast.
Millie couldn't help smiling, it was like getting back Harry, but a more adult and fully grown Harry. He seemed to learn his lesson that night, since he didn't look at Malfoy when they walked by to eat.
"Don't you smell nice, Potter. What is that? Horse dung?"
Millie put her head down when she heard the hearty giggles of Malfoy and some of his seventh year friends. They did not upset her, but she wanted to leave their presence immediately. But feeling Harry's hand in hers told her she was going to be alright.
"He's going to protect me" Millie smiled to herself. When she entered the Great Hall, there was a numerous amount of loud applause from the crowd, all who were clapping and smiling greatly, everyone except the Slytherin table.
Even Harry seemed surprise for he stopped and looked around confused. He seemed to get the picture.
"Oh! They're clapping for you!" he started chuckling and then snapped his fingers. "Damn, I thought it was my lucky day."
Laughing along and sitting at the Gryffindor table near Seamous Finnigan and Dean Thomas, a pondering crowd ran up to Millie and ordered to see the engagement ring.
Giving a hopeless look at Harry, he agreed to let her show people the ring. Millie shyly held it up and couldn't help smiling under her curly hair, which seemed to hide it for a bit.
There were many gasps and squeals of excitement, and one fifth year asked if he could be invited to the wedding.
"You have to be nice to us!" smirked Harry, folding his arms in deep satisfaction.
Once the remaining crowd began to feel hungry, everybody seated comfortably and ate. Professor McGangall made a quick announcement about seven year N.E.W.T.s will be arriving in June of summer, and to welcome Millie Rose, a pre-Auror to Hogwarts.
Again, enthusiastic clapping arose. Smiling weakly, Millie wanted to hide. She felt Harry's hand on her arm and agreed to leave early with him.
"Sometimes this school can be too much," began Harry, pulling Millie away from the waving students. "Or at least for me. I don't like popularity."
"I find it kind of flattering," said Millie, winking at a boy who blew a kiss at her. "I mean, how these students know me! I would never have something like this happen at Mumbus."
Harry and Millie walked for a bit around the school and talked for a while. Pausing for a bit in the conversation, Harry stopped.
"Let's go outside."
Walking to Hogwart's grounds and watching her feet smoothly walk on the hard green grass, Millie abruptly stopped to see Harry let go of her hand and sit by a beech tree by the lake.
"This is what I was telling you about; how my dad, Sirius, and Lupin would hang out here for lunch."
Millie noticed the warm smile spread across his face and walked up to him. She noticed the tree was in full bloom now, sporting pretty red flowers on it's leaves. Looking down, Harry tugged on her pants to sit with him.
"That is where," Harry said, pointing to a nearby clump of bushes. "Where my dad and Sirius were fooling around with Snape." He put his hand down and looked sad. "My dad would also look over there and see my mom. He would immediately start showing off in front of her by playing with his snitch...and he would like to rumple his hair..."
Harry messed his hair up in the same creation James would do, still looking at the spot where his mother use to be. Sitting through a long silence, Millie studied him closely. There seemed to be a lock of concentration on Harry's face, for he just kept watching the hill. He broke the silence and looked down.
"I still don't know how my parents hooked up. My mum use to hate him..."
Not knowing what to say, Millie looked at the hill and scrunched her eyebrows in fascination.
"It could be like Ron and Hermione. They must have bickered too much to only realize they really like each other."
Laughing and crossing his legs together, Harry yelled "Your right!" and put his hands behind his head. He leaned back on the tree and Millie put her head on his shoulder, her arm wrapping around his waist.
"Let's remember this moment," Millie said, still looking at the hill. "How you and I were sitting under this very tree, talking about Sirius and your parents."
Millie could feel Harry's heart pump faster.
"Sounds good," he only said. Millie listened to his beating heart that morning.
"You two look happy!" smiled Hermione, meeting them at the front doors. She look satisfied and grinned when she saw Ron walk next to her.
Harry and Millie weren't paying attention to Hermione, for Harry was playing with Millie's hands. Feeling overwhelmed a charm like Harry would touch her like that made her giggle more than Hermione. Ron noticed the two and told Hermione they should go outside.
"Good afternoon," said Professor McGangall. She frowned when she saw the couple engaging hands. "Enough with this funny business."
Harry turned white realizing a teacher was watching them flirt together. Millie apologized quickly and looked down. But the Professor still talked, this time in a hush voice.
"Dumbledore is taking care of business right now. I am currently in charge of this school, but I do have to tell you two...to be very careful."
Harry looked at Millie and nodded his head, but Millie didn't understand. Her expression made McGangall explain.
"I must assume Harry told you about the dreams he is having." Harry shifted uncomfortably next to Millie. "These are signs that are leading to Voldemort. We are doing everything we can to watch over Harry, and you Millie. You seem to be in his dreams as well."
There was a slight disgusted look about McGangall's face, but it changed to look more concerned. "That is why we want you to leave tonight, to be safe at Mumbus."
Harry growled at McGangall. "NO! Please, can't she stay for another night?"
Noticing this would happen, the Professor shook her head in disagreement.
"I'm afraid not," she quickly said, turning her heel. "Good day to you James, and Lily."
With her last sentence, everybody froze. McGangall seemed to understand what she had just said for she spun around so quickly, it was a total blur. Harry, on the other hand, seemed to be stillin shock.
"I'm sorry, I apologize Harry...and Millie," said McGangall, looking thunderstruck. "Good day."
It was seconds later when Harry made a small quiet chuckle and blinked hardly. He then squeezed Millie's hand tightly and slowly turned to her, almost afraid to look at her.
"I can't believe..." Harry stuttered, almost in shock. "McGangall called us James and Lily?"
Not knowing if he meant it as a compliment, Millie pulled him with her to the common room. Before she gave out the password to the fat lady Harry beamed.
"Do you know what this means?" He cried. "We must be acting like my parents! This is amazing!"
Knowing Harry must of had a glimpse of his parents past from McGangall's goodbye seemed to bring a sudden ring about Harry's face. It was more relaxed, yet excited to know more.
"It's awkward, especially since my name rhymes with Lily," Millie laughed and Harry joined in.
The common room was completely empty and silent. The fireplace was roaring and was brightly lit. The comfy red armchairs and tables were pleasantly sitting by each other, as though wanting to be sat on as it gave the common room a comfortable feeling.
Still pondering in her thoughts, Millie's hand gave a tug and Harry ushered her into his dormitory. Feeling slightly nervous she was entering a boy's bedroom, nobody was there to catch her.
Harry bent down low by his bed and took out a cardboard box under it. Inside was pouches and pockets of gold Galleons. Millie knew at once these were Harry's parents remains.
"I got enough for a Firebolt 2.0," said Harry happily, picking a coin and foundling it with his fingers. "Do you wanna go to Diagon Alley after school ends?"
Millie nodded and smiled. "Of course, it sounds brilliant."
She looked down at Harry, who was still interested in his coins, and couldn't have felt so honored. It wasn't even a year ago when the lonely Millie was walking in Saint Mumbus's corridors, being pestered by snotty, obsessed Harry Potter fans. Not even knowing she would become one herself, the pre-Auror job made her find the love that she needed. Again, smiling to the back of Harry, she ever wondered why someone like him would love her just as much.
Now was the good time to ask him. Waiting patiently, Millie watched Harry carefully put his box under his bed and let him stand up.
"Harry?" she asked, curiously eyeing his spectacles. Harry turned and sat on his bed cross legged in front of her.
"Yes darling?" he smirked, mocking a suave gentleman's voice.
Millie walked to the bed so close her nose was almost touching his. She squinted at him in concentration and asked her question.
"Why do you love me?"
Harry still stared into Millie's eyes and scrunched his eyebrows. It seemed to take a while for him to decide what to say.
"I love you because you are kind, we can relate a lot and talk about everything! But I do love you because you are smart, and beautiful."
With those caring words from Harry, he snuck in a quick kiss for her. Knowing he meant everything he said, Harry curiously asked the same question.
"I love you because," began Millie, putting her finger on his mouth. "You are such a beautiful, yet strong person deep inside...I can see it from your eyes. You have been through so much, and have gone through so much pain. I needed someone who lived through that pain, so I could share mine too."
Millie waited for a response, but noticed Harry's eyes were swelling up. He looked down as a tear spilled onto his cheek. He wiped it off from his shirt sleeve. He started nodding.
"Yes, I have been through so much..."
It looked like he was going to burst into sobs, but he looked up at the ceiling and took one long deep breath. He closed his eyes.
"I can't cry...I can't."
Millie hugged him and squeezed very tightly against him. Discussing whether she should have brought up the question to Harry seemed to make her even more sad.
"I love you," mumbled Millie through his sweatshirt. She could hear him agree after.
It was not long before they embraced when Harry started kissing her. Millie was lying underneath him and lip locking ever so vigorously when they heard someone walking upstairs. Blushing in all shades of red, Ron found himself witnessing a make-out session.
"I... uh..." he stuttered, staring at Millie's helpless body on the bed. "Sorry..."
Harry turned a purple and started stuttering himself.
"No...we just eh..."
"Got caught up in a bit of things!" said Millie quickly, jumping off the bed and fixing her hair, hoping she can run out before anyone else saw her. "No problem, I'll just go downstairs."
"I'll go down too!" yelled Harry after her. She turned to see Ron patting Harry on the back. "I won't be doing anything in there."
Laughing, she and Harry spent the rest of the afternoon playing games by the fire. Hermione soon joined later with Ron, holding numerous volumes of books.
"What's this all for?" asking Ron himself, hurdling the books on the table in front of him. "You practically read the whole library these seven years!"
Hermione smiled. "I find it quite interesting to read about Dark Wizards and the Ministry, there's always a link together."
"Link?" asked Millie quietly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," said Hermione, plopping herself down a chair by Harry. "That over these past decades, some men and women who worked in the ministry come clean by confessing they were either Dark Wizards or...Death Eaters."
Harry barked a laugh.
"I knew that. The Malfoy's are highly popular in the Ministry."
Ron stifled a laugh, but stopped when he saw Hermione's frown.
"But there are signs Harry...signs that tell you who could become a Dark Wizard."
Finding the conversation extremely interesting, Millie continued to listen. Hermione seemed smarter than her, but couldn't help but awe at her knowing of such information.
And so, the four of them spent the rest of the afternoon playing games and talking. It was soon dinner time and the crowd of Gryffindor's seem to head out of the tower door.
"Blasted, I'm hungry!" cried Ron, rubbing his stomach. It was grumbling violently.
"You're always hungry!" laughed Hermione on their way.
"Yeah, but I was doing Quidditch all day," he began. "It really makes you hungry gulping all that air..."
But Professor Snape appeared at the other end of the corner, almost bumping into poor Millie.
"Pardon me," he snarled, casting a furiously look at Harry. He looked exceptionally shocked to see Millie. "Why are you here Rose?"
Millie noticed the ugly voice from Snape that told her either answer would make him loathe her and Harry even more.
"I'm visiting, I came to see my Hogwarts friends," she only said and ignored the evil smirk from Snape. She saw Harry cast an angry look at him and then threw him and Millie away from the Professor.
The teenagers had an exceptional dinner that evening, all who were stuffing their faces into chicken casserole and black eyed peas. Long talks about future careers rang up the Gryffindor table, and many were interested in becoming Aurors and teachers. Harry held Millie's hand as he announced they haven't had a wedding planned yet.
"Tough luck mate," growled Ron, eating some macaroni and cheese. "I'd like it to be this month...it's something to do."
"Yeah but-!" squealed Hermione. Her face turned a blushing red as she looked at Ron's. He too was blushing. Millie got the hint.
"You're planning a wedding yourselves?" asked Millie curiously, smiling greatly at the two. Ron and Hermione automatically put their heads down from the embarrassment.
"We were thinking about it," nodded Hermione, trying to hide her face from the bushy brown hair.
"You haven't even KISSED yet!" boomed Harry from the table. It has been a while since he began to talk. From his loud announcement, the whole Hall stopped silently, all who were impatiently looking at the table, hoping some action could be seen.
Ron flew his head up in disagreement. His face was red from not only embarrassment, but anger. His lip smirked slightly and his ears turned a ferocious red.
"That's what you think," he growled. Ron grabbed Hermione's hand, which she held out proudly for him and they both stormed out of the Dining Hall, accompany by laughter and cheers.
Upset with Ron, Harry looked at Millie and wondered what was going on. Only shrugging, McGangall came up to the two teenagers and told Millie quietly that her horse has landed a little bit early, but is waiting for her promptly.
"Thank you Professor," Millie said politely. From the corner of her eye she saw Harry frown behind her back. "Just think...only two more days..."
But Harry's face magically lifted. "You're right!" he beamed. "School is almost over!"
Talking and hugging, Harry and Millie slowly walked to the common room, hoping to waste as much time as possible. Taking the long way, they both met up with Peeves, the poltergeist, and tried to scurry away from his almost hitting dungbombs.
"So I remember saying to her "Well, at least he didn't have Voldemort stuck on his head!" chuckled Harry, recalling the memory of whom he told his past Defense Against Dark Arts teacher in fifth year, Professor Umbridge. Millie laughed along, enjoying every aspect of Harry.
It was after when a slight pang of terror came to her. Millie tried to ignore it, walking up the stone steps to her room, feeling in an upmost uncomfortable way. She has never had a feeling like this before, and it was plainly setting in her head and stomach. Being greatly nauseated, Millie packed her stuff quickly and wondered whether this delusion meant something bad was going to happen.
She then saw something. In her head it was a vision. Millie didn't notice herself walking down the stairs, or watching Harry walk towards her, his happy expression sprawled across his face. But she was paying attention to what laid beyond her head.
She saw a dark shadow moving across a dimly green light room at her. The shadow was in a dark cloak, smelling of most terrible breath. The shadow slowly raised it's wand at her, for Millie, incapable to move, screamed. She screamed loudly, hoping someone would save her. She then felt herself falling. Millie snapped her attention back to the common room and noticing she was falling from the stairs, with Harry's concern face rushing towards her. Before she hit the ground, he caught her in just enough time. She was safe with him.
"Millie..." breathed Harry in her face. "MILLIE! Are you okay?"
Not knowing what happened or how it happened, Millie looked at Harry and felt completely safe and happy. Although his face was sweaty and horrified from her attempt, Harry picked her up and carried Millie to a couch. He sat her down.
'I...I don't know what happened. I saw a vision Harry! I couldn't keep my mind off of it!"
And she told him about it. Harry gasped in shock and stood up profoundly, walking around the couch in circles.
"This can't be true...I can't believe this...it must be that..."
But Professor McGangall walked through the door, looking frightfully murderous. Her bun was messy and her eyes were like stone.
"The horse has been waiting for you for more than an hour! It is greatly stubborn and violent! You must leave now!"
"I'm sorry...!" said Millie, picking up her bags and following her out of the door. Harry started to follow when McGangall screamed Millie didn't have time for any goodbyes.
Giving Harry a pleading lost look, Millie only saw half of his depressed face shut behind the large picture of the Fat Lady.
"It was nice for you to visit Millie, but you know when you need to leave. I hope to not see you and that Potter boy alone in the common room again, ok?"
Millie grumbled an agreement and threw her bags into the carriage, almost stepping on a small green snake under the horse's foot. Squealing in surprise, Millie kicked it by the horse's hooves. McGangall said a quick goodbye and walked over by the lake, as though watching closely on some sixth years. Millie only had one foot in the carriage, but stopped and looked in it curiously.
It wasn't exactly neat and nice looking. The horse was black with green straps looked extremely angry. Inside the horse's carriage had a broken window that was starting to grow green moss in the walls, and the floor was sticky. It was clearly disgusting and not sanitized.
Just then, the feeling of terror hopped into Millie's body again. Shaking in odd fear, Millie knew exactly well the carriage was bad.
"Hey...HEY!" screamed Harry in the background. Millie's stomach stopped churning but jumped in delight. Harry was running at an exceptional speed towards her, but he was very far away, almost a quarter of a mile. Waiting patiently to see at least Harry's face, she saw it.
But it was a horrified look about his face. It was scared and frightened as Millie. She watched him frantically as his body ran faster towards her... as though Millie was going to leap for a death. The black hair on his head swayed quickly in the fast wind, and Harry's screams kept getting louder.
Something touched Millie behind her back. She screamed loudly, not knowing what it was. It felt like a clawed hand was upon her, long nails and all. Then, it pushed her inside the carriage and slammed the door. The horse took off in amazing speed in the sky, and Millie saw the last of the screaming Harry, who's wand was pointed in the sky, as though trying to drag down the carriage.
She sat herself down in the sticky smelly carriage and noticed that she and the carriage disappeared from the sky and was now whirling in black and yellow swirls.
It was pathetic for her to scream. There was no one to help her or hear her. Crying silently and yelling at the horse she must go to Saint Mumbus, a fear dug into her again as she looked out the window and found herself and the horse by a light green building.
It was then that Millie decided the horse carriage led her to Voldemort.
It was a fresh morning of May and the dewy grass squished between Millie's toes as she was now working on her N.E.W.T.s test, running through obstacles in her bathing suit. Panting loudly, she kept reminding herself why she ever took Yanacy, which was a body protection class that supposedly buffed you up before the Muggle World.
"This is so idiotic," replied a girl, ducking under flying seagulls who were swooping down on them in Saint Mumbus Lake. Her face splashed in the water and Millie felt the last warming sensation leave her ears and nose.
Millie passed what was needed for the built in obstacle course, hearing Jaime later reply to the teacher it was like training for the American Army.
But that was not all that bothered Millie. It was more of the thought that she had to perform an Patronus on a boggart, which she completed perfectly for her O.W.L.s, and seemed quite easy for her age. Although performing it on an imaginary Jaime was much more delightful than realizing her next Patronous could be about Harry.
After walking through the gardens, drying off in her towel, she found herself back in her Defense Against Dark Arts class, seated comfortably. Millie put on the last of her shirt and shoes when she waited until she was called. Professor Laundry took one girl at a time behind a curtain and ordered them to perform the spell correctly, recalling it was similar to her fifth year test. Ignoring the screeches and cries in the other stables, Millie buried herself in her books, trying to get a quick nap under her jacket.
Feeling the warmth of her body under her clothes, Millie took a look back and realized April and May were very tiring two months of studying; and since she had so much to write to Harry, she found herself writing at least ten pages and miss some of her homework.
When Millie Rose was called, she groggily got up and passed the silent Jaime and Elizabeth, who were surprisingly studying and not bothering her. The Professor greeted Millie in the room and sat down.
"Alright Millie? Now, you have done this before, and I should not be disappointed. Ready?"
Millie nodded her head, wand sticking up pointing at a box.
"One...two...three!"
Harry suddenly appeared from the box , who smiled and walked towards her. Then his eyes widened and blood started gushing out of his chest, as though someone shot him. Being very terrified and never knowing Harry's death would be her boggart, Millie's wand shook slightly, but remembered what to do. She closed her eyes and remembered Harry leaning against her dormitory's door that night at Spring Fling.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" she screamed, and a dazzling white tiger erupted from her wand and vanished the boggart Harry from it's existence.
Professor Laundry oohed and applauded as Millie collected her bag and books. Smiling shyly, Millie never recalled thinking about Harry dead, though realizing it is the worst thought.
"I will see you on Monday afternoon, and bravo on that superb Patronous!" beamed the Professor who was clapping so loudly, it was as she wanted to be heard. She then bent down by Millie's ear.
"You know," she began whispering. "You have passed all your classes above average. I have been talking with the headmistress and we agreed on giving you a break this weekend. If there's anywhere you want to go, report to me and we can figure it out."
Millie nodded and headed down for dinner, knowing perfectly well N.E.W.T.s were all over and she wanted to sleep.
How did you do on your DADA test? I did this bloody twistick charm, I believe the Professor passed me on that one! Harry wrote, in a scribble writing. Anyways, I need to get to sleep, another Quidditch game against Hufflepuff tomorrow. We'll beat them! But I'm not going to sleep until you've written something, I really want to know what happened.
Taking out a dripping quill of ink, Millie instantly replied to Harry's questions.
Yes! Laundry even told me I passed every class! I'm really happy but I cannot wait until school is over. It has been an amazing learning experience, but I know I'm ready. Did Dumbledore tell you we don't have to take any more Auror classes? I guess that's okay, but I won't be able to see you often.
But then a light went inside Millie's head. She had a brilliant idea. Not discussing it in the diary, she simply closed it off with a goodnight. The next morning was a great rush for her that Saturday, as she ran down the corridors and landed herself in Professor Laundry's classroom.
Breathing harshly as though she ran a mile, she pounded her hands at the desk and smiled sweetly.
"Professor? Remember when you told me I could have a break?
Laundry looked up from her "Book of Monsters" and smirked.
"Yes, you deserve one!" she laughed delightfully. "You are such a hard worker!"
Millie then hesitated, biting her lip and looking innocent. "I...I was wondering," she began. "If I could take a trip to Hogwarts. There's a Quidditch match there."
Hoping the Professor agreed, Millie got her wish.
Walking through the hallways of Mumbus and looking up at the curious looking sixth years, she only felt better. Hauling her large bag of clothes and make-up, Millie felt top of the world as she glanced at everyone's bland faces. She was going to stay over a night at Hogwarts, given the permission from Jacudy whom assumably didn't remember the night of the Spring Fling.
"Tell Albus I will love a cup of tea with him!" she cried, munching on a biscuit.
Millie found the note Dumbledore wrote to her that morning, inviting her a stay in the Gryffindor tower and promising to not tell Harry. She reached the horse stables when she crumbled the letter into her pocket.
"G-day with you," said Professor Fredrick, keeper of the horse stables. He was petting a thestral, which Millie couldn't see because they were invisible to only those who have seen death. "You will be ridin' Mug today," he pointed, his finger landing on a purple coated horse who's wings sprouted a beautiful sparkling lavender.
Fredrick walked Mugg out on the grounds with Millie, when she suddenly felt her something shake in her jacket. She grasped onto her diary until she was seated comfortably in the carriage.
"Safe flight, you'll be in Hogwarts in about two hours," mumbled Fredrick behind the glass window. Millie nodded in agreement.
It was when the horse violently soared into the sky when Millie pulled out the vibrating diary. Opening it with its trembling pages, she read Harry's short passage.
Wish me luck. Ron is making the team practice an hour before the game, which tells me he wants this to be a perfect match. And he knows I'm going to make the team win. I'll do this one for you!
Millie didn't write back but looked out the windows for a while. She was surprised the time passed so quickly, for she was already landing in Hogwarts. The horse seemed to take a turn to a home by the Forbidden Forest, which made her realize it was Hagrid's hut.
"Millie! Are you Millie?" asked a deep Scottish voice as Millie jumped out of the carriage. Her eyes widened as she glared at Harry's description of Hagrid.
A massive half-giant, Hagrid was wearing a huge coat of fur and held a bucket. He stood at least eight feet taller than her and smiled from his big beard.
"Yes! Hello Hagrid! I'm Millie Rose," she politely said as she confidently walked up and shook his hand. He stuck his finger for a hand shake.
"My you are pretty as Harry told me. Now, he doesn't know you are here eh?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "Brilliant, he will be ecstatic!"
Hagrid walked in front of Millie, covering her completely as they strolled through the looping beautiful green lands of Hogwarts. Hagrid's body stopped abruptly in front of her (which made Millie bump into him aggressively).
"Sorry Hag-"
"Shh!" he said. "They're comin' out!"
And he was right. The great doors opened and students ran towards the Quidditch stadium, which was not far from them but across the lawn. Girls and boys were chatting excitedly, and teachers were holding onto their coats which was falling on the ground with the afternoon grass sticking to it. Millie peered over Hagrid's waist and gasped, seeing Hermione walking towards them.
But Hagrid saved her. "Eh, nice day Hermione?"
"Yes, it's nice! Say, want to sit with me by the stadium?" Millie could hear Hermione say.
"Er- thank you for the offer, but I have something to do! I have some chimera's in here, quite dangerous" he said, holding up his bucket. Hermione left with a quick goodbye and it was no sooner when it was just her and Hagrid on the grass. Hagrid waited until everybody found seats in the stadium when he motioned Millie towards the back of the bleachers. He then turned to her and patted her on the shoulder, which made her knees buckle.
"Dumbledore and McGangall are waiting for you at the top, tell them I said hello!" Hagrid beamed. "You'll really like Quidditch Mill...can I call you Mill?"
Millie smiled. "Of course Hagrid! Now, how is Quidditch played?"
Hagrid explained the details, and Millie's mouth gaped, knowing she couldn't wait. She then checked her watch.
"It's about to start! Now, is Gryffindor the red and gold?"
Hagrid nodded and left her climbing the steps to the top bleachers. The crowd grew even more louder when Lee Jordan's voice rang through out the stadium.
"Welcome! To the Gryffindor Hufflepuff Quidditch Game..."
Dumbledore spotted the confused Millie and motioned to a seat next to him and Professor McGongall. They both shook her hand and pointed at the large crowd of students. The noise got louder and Milie looked down to see a door open and a line of yellow and black coated people walking across the Quidditch grounds. They each carried a broomstick and set their positions. Millie noticed a particular black haired girl and realized it was Cho Chang, Harry's old crush.
Millie has never felt such a rush before. They were miles high from the ground and looking intently at it, which was very dizzy for a while. Millie studied the players set their positions in the air, waiting for the opponent team to be called. Then Lee's loud voice announced Gryffindor and a scream of pure excitement blasted as the doors opened and seven people walked out of the stadium, all waving and smiling in red and gold coats. Millie's heart leaped, picking Harry immediately from the passionate teammates as his black hair was brightly glowing.
It all happened too quickly. Ron casually shook Cho's hand, which meant they were both captains and ready to start the game, and then mounted their positions. With a wisp of air, a whistle went off and Millie was sitting at the edge of her seat.
The action was unspeakable. There were bludgers and balls flying in all directions, as the teams zoomed around the pitch. Ron flew very quickly to his three rings, which he must guard, and waited patiently for any moves. But Millie was paying her attention to Harry, who was circling around the stadium looking quite bored. She blinked and put her attention to Cho, who was surprisingly looking at her in curiosity. Cho gave a mean glance and followed Harry.
Not knowing if Cho knew who she was, Millie noticed that Harry's head whipped to the right very quickly and sped to the ground.
"Harry Potter must have seen the snitch!" cried Lee's voice. Millie found herself standing on her feet, looking intensely at the action.
Harry's reflexive's were amazing. His head would pop in all directions and turn his broomstick in the direction the snitch must have been going. He was heading towards Millie's way and looking intently at a good light that was close to his held out hand. But suddenly, a bludger hit is head which spurted out blood. The crowd gave a large moan of frustration, hiding away Millie's terrified screams. Harry bent his head low and flew slowly to Millie's bleachers, looking as if he was very dizzy.
Millie leaned more over to the side and felt McGangall's tug on her pants.
"Harry! HARRY!" she shrieked, hoping to get his attention.
Harry stopped flying and stood in mid-air, at least ten feet away from each other. He shook his head and began turning the other direction when Millie decided she had to scream again.
"Harry! I'm over here! It's me!"
Harry turned around and managed to bulk his head up. Millie noticed his glasses were broken and cracked, but he seemed to notice her in the distance.
She could see his light green eyes widen his whole face with his mouth dropped open. He started flying towards Millie, ignoring the arrogant screams of his fellow teammates.
"Harry Potter seems to take another interest in a girl these days," began Lee Jordan, and a cackle of laughs rang in the air. "But he doesn't know Cho has seen the snitch."
"Millie?" asked Harry innocently, squinting his eyes for a better look. "Is that...you?"
He came up to the edge and gasped. His smile widened so much Millie was afraid his face would break off.
"MILLIE! YOU'RE HERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" but Harry seemed to forget the pain in his head when he soon growled and touched the bloody cut.
But Millie didn't want him to lose the game. She looked at him angrily.
"YOU NEED TO FINISH THE GAME! CHO IS GOING TO GET THE SNITCH! YOU HAVE TO WIN THE GAME HARRY!"
But Harry didn't seem to care, he looked like he was in dream world staring into Millie's eyes. He sighed and smiled. Millie slapped him.
"WIN THIS FOR ME!"
Harry snapped back into reality and panicked. He quickly nodded and turned his broom sharply, and sped right into Cho, almost knocking her out of her broom. The whole crowd screamed at Harry's sudden movement and suddenly fell silent, watching the last seconds of the game.
Harry caught the snitch in his hand and raised his arm proudly, circling around the stadium and giving Millie a soft kiss as he met her seats.
"Stay behind," he whispered as he let go of her. Millie heard Dumbledore clear his throat.
"Dinner is after the game Millie, you may sit with the staff this evening," said Professor McGangall, after Lee Jordan announced the teams were in changing and will be at dinner shortly. "Unless Potter saved you a seat."
Millie saw a crooked smile form at her lips and turned around after Dumbledore tapped her shoulder.
"I will not be here this weekend, Order business," he whispered, looking serious. "But I do hope you have a wonderful stay and I will most likely see you this summer." He shook her hand and excused himself. Millie looked out at the outstanding bleachers and spotted Malfoy glancing at her when she met his gaze. He gave an evil smirk and followed Crabbe and Goyle down the stairs, his platinum white hair blazing in the cloudy sky.
Shuddering, she walked down the steps and waited patiently until Hermione ran up and hugged her.
"What a surprise!" she cried! "Are you staying for the night?"
Millie nodded, rubbing her hands on her arms to keep warm.
"Brilliant!" Hermione started laughing. "Did you see Harry's face when he saw you? That was classic!"
Millie giggled with her and followed her to the changing rooms, where Ron greeted them. He gave her a shy hug. Ron then glanced at Hermione and blushed.
"Er...he's taking a bit of a long time. Madame Pomfrey is fixing his cut. It's sick, all bloody and what not. But he's fine," barked Ron, looking at Millie's concerned face. "He was all smile's when he got off his broom, like he won the Cup...oh he was smilin'."
Hermione gave a weird nudge on Ron's arm and moved her eyes towards the doors. Ron seemed to get the point when he said he had to go. Millie watched curiously as the couple strolled off into the chilly night.
It was then the door creaked open and Madame Pomfrey walked out, accompany by Harry. He had his hand on his head, but with a glimpse at Millie, he put it down.
The nurse gave a quick nod and followed behind Harry and Millie.
"How are you?" asked Millie, eyeing Harry's cut on his head.
Harry chuckled. "Never better."
There was a long silence as the three people walked up the stone stairs and into Hogwarts, for the pressure of having a discussion in front of an adult's back seemed to be uncomfortable for both of them.
When the nurse finally left and turned the corner to the hospital wing, Harry pulled Millie beside a large flaming torch. He put his arms on each side from her face and stuck them on the wall. Harry made an unusual face which consumed of scrunched eyebrows and a large smile.
"Surprise," said Millie, throwing her arms lazily in the air. She then giggled as Harry rubbed his nose against hers.
"This is a surprise," said Harry cooly, trying to stay calm. "How did you come to be here Miss Rose?" he gave her a small smirk and scooted closer to hear the details.
Millie rolled her eyes and laughed. "Well, I passed my exams and I got a treat. The headmistress allowed me to visit you and wants to have tea with Dumbledore."
Harry smiled at his sarcastic mate and twirled her hair in concentration.
"How long are you staying?" he asked, still amused with Millie's hair.
"Until Sunday morning. I'm staying over for two days and then heading back to Mumbus. Hermione says she has a bed for me, and Ron was-"
But Harry whipped his arms so fast off Millie, she shrieked in shock. Harry jumped away and froze. Wondering what happened, Millie walked forward for a better look.
Malfoy was standing in front of them, along with the usual Crabbe and Goyle. They were standing quite awkward together, as though stuck to one another. Crabbe was pounding his fist into his hand. Crabbe simply growled and Malfoy looked murderous.
Harry shook slightly as he spoke. "Evening...Malfoy." He turned his attention to Millie, as though hoping to not break Draco's face.
Malfoy huffed in arrogance and calmly started talking. "It's a surprise Miss Millie is here tonight- eh Potter?"
Harry was now focusing on the wall above Millie's head, staring intently at it. Feeling extremely overwhelmed, Millie stepped back, grabbing Harry with her, as though trying to hide herself from Malfoy.
"Get away Malfoy," she ordered, as Harry wrapped his arms around her. "Or I'll burn your filthy bat wings."
Millie noticed Malfoy popped his head around the torch and studied her closely. When he saw Harry was holding her, an evil smirk appeared on his face.
"But I want Potter to get expelled!" he cried, throwing his hands like it was his birthday. "I want him angry Millie, don't you see? I want that bloke in Azka-"
"Dumbledore will know what your doing!" shouted Millie. She was surprised Harry tightened his grip on her but didn't say a word. Millie noticed he had no reaction.
"Ignore him, let's go. You're getting better Harry..."
Millie's kind words seemed to strengthen Harry, as he grabbed her hand and pushed away Malfoy from his shoulder. But Crabbe caught onto Millie and laughed.
It all happened too quickly. It must have been after Millie let go of Harry, that Harry's wand automatically laid in his hand and set a jet stream of white light onto Crabbe's face. Screaming in thunderstruck pain, Crabbe seized Millie off him and grabbed his face. Harry looked boisterous and terribly angry as he set eyes on Malfoy.
"Let me tell you something, Malfoy," Harry whispered dangerously, his wand's point almost touching Malfoy's nose. "You need to keep your hands off of her!"
Millie suddenly couldn't handle the catastrophe, already assuming her stay at Hogwarts was another bad idea. She pushed her way through Harry and ran as fast as she could away from the incident. Hearing Harry's voice made her run even more faster, for she did not want to look at him either. Millie heard footsteps, but they covered up her frightful sobs. Not knowing where she was going, she swiftly ran through the Bloody Baron, Slytherin's head ghost. The cold air rushed into her skin and made her run faster. Again not caring where to go, Millie wanted to get away from Malfoy and his perverted friends.
It was no sooner when Millie crossed onto a moving staircase when it was Harry who had been running after her. He caught onto the end and fell over her, which made her scream and raise her wand. His sunken face told her he was not harmed and not being followed by Malfoy.
"Millie, come on...we need to walk this way," he said, picking himself up and helping Millie to her feet. "I handled it."
The staircase gave a great jolt as it connected with the other staircase and made them fall again. Millie, this time, got up first.
"What did you do to him this time?" she commanded, noticing her wand was still on Harry. He slowly got up, still gazing at the threatening wand.
Harry sighed. "Nothing. Nothing. And that is the truth, I did nothing."
His face look harmless, like a lost puppy. His glasses drooped down to his nose, and he seemed to not bother putting it up. The green eyes shimmered in lost anger and hope, assuming it didn't get it's revenge.
"I listened to you Millie." Harry helped Millie off the stairs and started walking to an anonymous door. "You said I was doing well with my temper, and I listened to you." Harry ushered her into a narrow hallway which was barely lit. The shadows of paintings sleeping flickered the very marble floor. "In some ways, I'm glad you ran, because I followed you. If I didn't...well, I would have beaten his ass."
Millie seemed to calm down, even though she didn't know where she was, and still didn't feel like trusting Harry.
"Where are we?"
"I dunno," Harry causally said. "But it's a lot better than being down there. Let's walk around for a bit. I rather get lost."
Agreeing, the two walked with each other, glancing at the suspicious doors and wondering what's inside them.
"There are so many secrets in Hogwarts," Harry cheerfully said. Millie noticed the subject change and caught onto it.
"Yeah, I've heard."
Harry noticed her sarcastic say and glanced at her. He seemed deeply overwhelmed he was with Millie for he opened his mouth as to decided what he was going to say.
"Er-yeah. Well, where to?" he asked, still looking a little uncomfortable. Harry then stopped abruptly. "Listen. I'm almost done with my Occlumancy lessons, and you know that. But sometimes it's just too hard...Millie, I get these nightmares."
"What? What nightmares?" she said quickly, now grasping onto his left arm and stopping in their path. She gazed into Harry's strong face and realized he has been through these dreams before.
"I get these dreams about you. But they're weird!" he cried, letting go of her hand and walking in fast circles. "I don't exactly remember...but I get flashes. Your on the street, and Voldemort is there and then a flash of green light, and I saw you dead! I'm starting to see that every night!"
Not knowing if he dreams were going to happen, Millie changed the subject for her relief.
"It's just a dream. But did you see that twist Ron did with his broom at Quidditch today? It was marvelous!"
"MILLIE!" screamed Harry, he grabbed Millie's arm so hard she froze. "Something is going to happen to you Millie! Don't you see? I don't get ordinary dreams like that! I told Dumbledore and he told me I have to look out for you now, as you have to yourself. This is serious Millie!"
But Millie threw his hand back and ordered to go to the Gryffindor common room.
"I don't want to hear that," she only said. They continued walking alone silently.
Ron noticed the hurt expression on Harry's face and asked what happened. Millie only glared at Ron and walked away, towards Hermione in a corner. She could faintly overhear Harry as she walked past him.
"Millie's not listening to me. She thinks the dream's not true and now she's mad at me."
"I am NOT mad at you!" screamed Millie. The whole common room turned to see the commotion.
"Ah! Millie Rose is here!" shouted Colin Creevy cheerfully. "Excellent!"
"But now you made me mad Harry!" snarled Millie, throwing her Italian hands in the air of frustration. "I'm going to bed!"
And without a single reply, but catching Harry's sad gloomy face and Ron's mouth open, she ran up to the girls dormitory, followed by Hermione and a couple of other girls and commanded she had to go to sleep.
"Harry went to bed right after you mate," said Ron, when Millie met him in the common room fully dressed the next morning. "He just stormed up seconds later after you and screamed to himself what a bloody bloke he was. It was quite funny-"
But Hermione came forward and punched his shoulder.
"No it's not Ron!" she said, casting a furious look at him. "Harry knows Millie is sensitive to that stuff, and the last thing she needs is Harry saying he dreams about her dead. And..." Hermione bent lower in his ear. "Malfoy saw them last night. Millie told me about it this morning."
Ron's ears turned red which surprised Millie. Once Ron announced he needed to get ready, Harry came walking down the stone steps from his room and tucked his green shirt in his pants. There was a look of fullness for Harry as he then walked casually down the steps, concentrating on his shirt's cuffs and collar. He looked pleasantly peaceful.
"Good morning," said Harry, finally making eye contact with Millie. He smiled, which meant he wanted to forget last night's fight. Harry swiftly kissed Millie's blushing cheek and looked at Ron, passing him by.
"Alright Ron?" he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Ron nodded and prodded along the steps.
Harry focused his attention on Millie and Hermione. He smiled.
"I just want to tell you I apologize for ruining your first night here," he briskly said, as though it wasn't a big deal. "And I want to hold your hand down to the Great Hall."
There was a sense of maturity in Harry's voice that made Millie swoon. His lack of arrogance finally got to him that night and seemed to vanish that morning, for it seemed like a good night of beauty sleep had done him good. Millie giggled her girly giggle and hugged him greatly, absorbing the fresh smell of his surprising cologne. Harry never wore cologne.
Harry held her head up and slowly kissed her. He seemed to be enjoying every moment of that kiss when Hermione cleared her throat loudly and told them the whole common room doesn't want to lose their appetite before breakfast.
Millie couldn't help smiling, it was like getting back Harry, but a more adult and fully grown Harry. He seemed to learn his lesson that night, since he didn't look at Malfoy when they walked by to eat.
"Don't you smell nice, Potter. What is that? Horse dung?"
Millie put her head down when she heard the hearty giggles of Malfoy and some of his seventh year friends. They did not upset her, but she wanted to leave their presence immediately. But feeling Harry's hand in hers told her she was going to be alright.
"He's going to protect me" Millie smiled to herself. When she entered the Great Hall, there was a numerous amount of loud applause from the crowd, all who were clapping and smiling greatly, everyone except the Slytherin table.
Even Harry seemed surprise for he stopped and looked around confused. He seemed to get the picture.
"Oh! They're clapping for you!" he started chuckling and then snapped his fingers. "Damn, I thought it was my lucky day."
Laughing along and sitting at the Gryffindor table near Seamous Finnigan and Dean Thomas, a pondering crowd ran up to Millie and ordered to see the engagement ring.
Giving a hopeless look at Harry, he agreed to let her show people the ring. Millie shyly held it up and couldn't help smiling under her curly hair, which seemed to hide it for a bit.
There were many gasps and squeals of excitement, and one fifth year asked if he could be invited to the wedding.
"You have to be nice to us!" smirked Harry, folding his arms in deep satisfaction.
Once the remaining crowd began to feel hungry, everybody seated comfortably and ate. Professor McGangall made a quick announcement about seven year N.E.W.T.s will be arriving in June of summer, and to welcome Millie Rose, a pre-Auror to Hogwarts.
Again, enthusiastic clapping arose. Smiling weakly, Millie wanted to hide. She felt Harry's hand on her arm and agreed to leave early with him.
"Sometimes this school can be too much," began Harry, pulling Millie away from the waving students. "Or at least for me. I don't like popularity."
"I find it kind of flattering," said Millie, winking at a boy who blew a kiss at her. "I mean, how these students know me! I would never have something like this happen at Mumbus."
Harry and Millie walked for a bit around the school and talked for a while. Pausing for a bit in the conversation, Harry stopped.
"Let's go outside."
Walking to Hogwart's grounds and watching her feet smoothly walk on the hard green grass, Millie abruptly stopped to see Harry let go of her hand and sit by a beech tree by the lake.
"This is what I was telling you about; how my dad, Sirius, and Lupin would hang out here for lunch."
Millie noticed the warm smile spread across his face and walked up to him. She noticed the tree was in full bloom now, sporting pretty red flowers on it's leaves. Looking down, Harry tugged on her pants to sit with him.
"That is where," Harry said, pointing to a nearby clump of bushes. "Where my dad and Sirius were fooling around with Snape." He put his hand down and looked sad. "My dad would also look over there and see my mom. He would immediately start showing off in front of her by playing with his snitch...and he would like to rumple his hair..."
Harry messed his hair up in the same creation James would do, still looking at the spot where his mother use to be. Sitting through a long silence, Millie studied him closely. There seemed to be a lock of concentration on Harry's face, for he just kept watching the hill. He broke the silence and looked down.
"I still don't know how my parents hooked up. My mum use to hate him..."
Not knowing what to say, Millie looked at the hill and scrunched her eyebrows in fascination.
"It could be like Ron and Hermione. They must have bickered too much to only realize they really like each other."
Laughing and crossing his legs together, Harry yelled "Your right!" and put his hands behind his head. He leaned back on the tree and Millie put her head on his shoulder, her arm wrapping around his waist.
"Let's remember this moment," Millie said, still looking at the hill. "How you and I were sitting under this very tree, talking about Sirius and your parents."
Millie could feel Harry's heart pump faster.
"Sounds good," he only said. Millie listened to his beating heart that morning.
"You two look happy!" smiled Hermione, meeting them at the front doors. She look satisfied and grinned when she saw Ron walk next to her.
Harry and Millie weren't paying attention to Hermione, for Harry was playing with Millie's hands. Feeling overwhelmed a charm like Harry would touch her like that made her giggle more than Hermione. Ron noticed the two and told Hermione they should go outside.
"Good afternoon," said Professor McGangall. She frowned when she saw the couple engaging hands. "Enough with this funny business."
Harry turned white realizing a teacher was watching them flirt together. Millie apologized quickly and looked down. But the Professor still talked, this time in a hush voice.
"Dumbledore is taking care of business right now. I am currently in charge of this school, but I do have to tell you two...to be very careful."
Harry looked at Millie and nodded his head, but Millie didn't understand. Her expression made McGangall explain.
"I must assume Harry told you about the dreams he is having." Harry shifted uncomfortably next to Millie. "These are signs that are leading to Voldemort. We are doing everything we can to watch over Harry, and you Millie. You seem to be in his dreams as well."
There was a slight disgusted look about McGangall's face, but it changed to look more concerned. "That is why we want you to leave tonight, to be safe at Mumbus."
Harry growled at McGangall. "NO! Please, can't she stay for another night?"
Noticing this would happen, the Professor shook her head in disagreement.
"I'm afraid not," she quickly said, turning her heel. "Good day to you James, and Lily."
With her last sentence, everybody froze. McGangall seemed to understand what she had just said for she spun around so quickly, it was a total blur. Harry, on the other hand, seemed to be stillin shock.
"I'm sorry, I apologize Harry...and Millie," said McGangall, looking thunderstruck. "Good day."
It was seconds later when Harry made a small quiet chuckle and blinked hardly. He then squeezed Millie's hand tightly and slowly turned to her, almost afraid to look at her.
"I can't believe..." Harry stuttered, almost in shock. "McGangall called us James and Lily?"
Not knowing if he meant it as a compliment, Millie pulled him with her to the common room. Before she gave out the password to the fat lady Harry beamed.
"Do you know what this means?" He cried. "We must be acting like my parents! This is amazing!"
Knowing Harry must of had a glimpse of his parents past from McGangall's goodbye seemed to bring a sudden ring about Harry's face. It was more relaxed, yet excited to know more.
"It's awkward, especially since my name rhymes with Lily," Millie laughed and Harry joined in.
The common room was completely empty and silent. The fireplace was roaring and was brightly lit. The comfy red armchairs and tables were pleasantly sitting by each other, as though wanting to be sat on as it gave the common room a comfortable feeling.
Still pondering in her thoughts, Millie's hand gave a tug and Harry ushered her into his dormitory. Feeling slightly nervous she was entering a boy's bedroom, nobody was there to catch her.
Harry bent down low by his bed and took out a cardboard box under it. Inside was pouches and pockets of gold Galleons. Millie knew at once these were Harry's parents remains.
"I got enough for a Firebolt 2.0," said Harry happily, picking a coin and foundling it with his fingers. "Do you wanna go to Diagon Alley after school ends?"
Millie nodded and smiled. "Of course, it sounds brilliant."
She looked down at Harry, who was still interested in his coins, and couldn't have felt so honored. It wasn't even a year ago when the lonely Millie was walking in Saint Mumbus's corridors, being pestered by snotty, obsessed Harry Potter fans. Not even knowing she would become one herself, the pre-Auror job made her find the love that she needed. Again, smiling to the back of Harry, she ever wondered why someone like him would love her just as much.
Now was the good time to ask him. Waiting patiently, Millie watched Harry carefully put his box under his bed and let him stand up.
"Harry?" she asked, curiously eyeing his spectacles. Harry turned and sat on his bed cross legged in front of her.
"Yes darling?" he smirked, mocking a suave gentleman's voice.
Millie walked to the bed so close her nose was almost touching his. She squinted at him in concentration and asked her question.
"Why do you love me?"
Harry still stared into Millie's eyes and scrunched his eyebrows. It seemed to take a while for him to decide what to say.
"I love you because you are kind, we can relate a lot and talk about everything! But I do love you because you are smart, and beautiful."
With those caring words from Harry, he snuck in a quick kiss for her. Knowing he meant everything he said, Harry curiously asked the same question.
"I love you because," began Millie, putting her finger on his mouth. "You are such a beautiful, yet strong person deep inside...I can see it from your eyes. You have been through so much, and have gone through so much pain. I needed someone who lived through that pain, so I could share mine too."
Millie waited for a response, but noticed Harry's eyes were swelling up. He looked down as a tear spilled onto his cheek. He wiped it off from his shirt sleeve. He started nodding.
"Yes, I have been through so much..."
It looked like he was going to burst into sobs, but he looked up at the ceiling and took one long deep breath. He closed his eyes.
"I can't cry...I can't."
Millie hugged him and squeezed very tightly against him. Discussing whether she should have brought up the question to Harry seemed to make her even more sad.
"I love you," mumbled Millie through his sweatshirt. She could hear him agree after.
It was not long before they embraced when Harry started kissing her. Millie was lying underneath him and lip locking ever so vigorously when they heard someone walking upstairs. Blushing in all shades of red, Ron found himself witnessing a make-out session.
"I... uh..." he stuttered, staring at Millie's helpless body on the bed. "Sorry..."
Harry turned a purple and started stuttering himself.
"No...we just eh..."
"Got caught up in a bit of things!" said Millie quickly, jumping off the bed and fixing her hair, hoping she can run out before anyone else saw her. "No problem, I'll just go downstairs."
"I'll go down too!" yelled Harry after her. She turned to see Ron patting Harry on the back. "I won't be doing anything in there."
Laughing, she and Harry spent the rest of the afternoon playing games by the fire. Hermione soon joined later with Ron, holding numerous volumes of books.
"What's this all for?" asking Ron himself, hurdling the books on the table in front of him. "You practically read the whole library these seven years!"
Hermione smiled. "I find it quite interesting to read about Dark Wizards and the Ministry, there's always a link together."
"Link?" asked Millie quietly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," said Hermione, plopping herself down a chair by Harry. "That over these past decades, some men and women who worked in the ministry come clean by confessing they were either Dark Wizards or...Death Eaters."
Harry barked a laugh.
"I knew that. The Malfoy's are highly popular in the Ministry."
Ron stifled a laugh, but stopped when he saw Hermione's frown.
"But there are signs Harry...signs that tell you who could become a Dark Wizard."
Finding the conversation extremely interesting, Millie continued to listen. Hermione seemed smarter than her, but couldn't help but awe at her knowing of such information.
And so, the four of them spent the rest of the afternoon playing games and talking. It was soon dinner time and the crowd of Gryffindor's seem to head out of the tower door.
"Blasted, I'm hungry!" cried Ron, rubbing his stomach. It was grumbling violently.
"You're always hungry!" laughed Hermione on their way.
"Yeah, but I was doing Quidditch all day," he began. "It really makes you hungry gulping all that air..."
But Professor Snape appeared at the other end of the corner, almost bumping into poor Millie.
"Pardon me," he snarled, casting a furiously look at Harry. He looked exceptionally shocked to see Millie. "Why are you here Rose?"
Millie noticed the ugly voice from Snape that told her either answer would make him loathe her and Harry even more.
"I'm visiting, I came to see my Hogwarts friends," she only said and ignored the evil smirk from Snape. She saw Harry cast an angry look at him and then threw him and Millie away from the Professor.
The teenagers had an exceptional dinner that evening, all who were stuffing their faces into chicken casserole and black eyed peas. Long talks about future careers rang up the Gryffindor table, and many were interested in becoming Aurors and teachers. Harry held Millie's hand as he announced they haven't had a wedding planned yet.
"Tough luck mate," growled Ron, eating some macaroni and cheese. "I'd like it to be this month...it's something to do."
"Yeah but-!" squealed Hermione. Her face turned a blushing red as she looked at Ron's. He too was blushing. Millie got the hint.
"You're planning a wedding yourselves?" asked Millie curiously, smiling greatly at the two. Ron and Hermione automatically put their heads down from the embarrassment.
"We were thinking about it," nodded Hermione, trying to hide her face from the bushy brown hair.
"You haven't even KISSED yet!" boomed Harry from the table. It has been a while since he began to talk. From his loud announcement, the whole Hall stopped silently, all who were impatiently looking at the table, hoping some action could be seen.
Ron flew his head up in disagreement. His face was red from not only embarrassment, but anger. His lip smirked slightly and his ears turned a ferocious red.
"That's what you think," he growled. Ron grabbed Hermione's hand, which she held out proudly for him and they both stormed out of the Dining Hall, accompany by laughter and cheers.
Upset with Ron, Harry looked at Millie and wondered what was going on. Only shrugging, McGangall came up to the two teenagers and told Millie quietly that her horse has landed a little bit early, but is waiting for her promptly.
"Thank you Professor," Millie said politely. From the corner of her eye she saw Harry frown behind her back. "Just think...only two more days..."
But Harry's face magically lifted. "You're right!" he beamed. "School is almost over!"
Talking and hugging, Harry and Millie slowly walked to the common room, hoping to waste as much time as possible. Taking the long way, they both met up with Peeves, the poltergeist, and tried to scurry away from his almost hitting dungbombs.
"So I remember saying to her "Well, at least he didn't have Voldemort stuck on his head!" chuckled Harry, recalling the memory of whom he told his past Defense Against Dark Arts teacher in fifth year, Professor Umbridge. Millie laughed along, enjoying every aspect of Harry.
It was after when a slight pang of terror came to her. Millie tried to ignore it, walking up the stone steps to her room, feeling in an upmost uncomfortable way. She has never had a feeling like this before, and it was plainly setting in her head and stomach. Being greatly nauseated, Millie packed her stuff quickly and wondered whether this delusion meant something bad was going to happen.
She then saw something. In her head it was a vision. Millie didn't notice herself walking down the stairs, or watching Harry walk towards her, his happy expression sprawled across his face. But she was paying attention to what laid beyond her head.
She saw a dark shadow moving across a dimly green light room at her. The shadow was in a dark cloak, smelling of most terrible breath. The shadow slowly raised it's wand at her, for Millie, incapable to move, screamed. She screamed loudly, hoping someone would save her. She then felt herself falling. Millie snapped her attention back to the common room and noticing she was falling from the stairs, with Harry's concern face rushing towards her. Before she hit the ground, he caught her in just enough time. She was safe with him.
"Millie..." breathed Harry in her face. "MILLIE! Are you okay?"
Not knowing what happened or how it happened, Millie looked at Harry and felt completely safe and happy. Although his face was sweaty and horrified from her attempt, Harry picked her up and carried Millie to a couch. He sat her down.
'I...I don't know what happened. I saw a vision Harry! I couldn't keep my mind off of it!"
And she told him about it. Harry gasped in shock and stood up profoundly, walking around the couch in circles.
"This can't be true...I can't believe this...it must be that..."
But Professor McGangall walked through the door, looking frightfully murderous. Her bun was messy and her eyes were like stone.
"The horse has been waiting for you for more than an hour! It is greatly stubborn and violent! You must leave now!"
"I'm sorry...!" said Millie, picking up her bags and following her out of the door. Harry started to follow when McGangall screamed Millie didn't have time for any goodbyes.
Giving Harry a pleading lost look, Millie only saw half of his depressed face shut behind the large picture of the Fat Lady.
"It was nice for you to visit Millie, but you know when you need to leave. I hope to not see you and that Potter boy alone in the common room again, ok?"
Millie grumbled an agreement and threw her bags into the carriage, almost stepping on a small green snake under the horse's foot. Squealing in surprise, Millie kicked it by the horse's hooves. McGangall said a quick goodbye and walked over by the lake, as though watching closely on some sixth years. Millie only had one foot in the carriage, but stopped and looked in it curiously.
It wasn't exactly neat and nice looking. The horse was black with green straps looked extremely angry. Inside the horse's carriage had a broken window that was starting to grow green moss in the walls, and the floor was sticky. It was clearly disgusting and not sanitized.
Just then, the feeling of terror hopped into Millie's body again. Shaking in odd fear, Millie knew exactly well the carriage was bad.
"Hey...HEY!" screamed Harry in the background. Millie's stomach stopped churning but jumped in delight. Harry was running at an exceptional speed towards her, but he was very far away, almost a quarter of a mile. Waiting patiently to see at least Harry's face, she saw it.
But it was a horrified look about his face. It was scared and frightened as Millie. She watched him frantically as his body ran faster towards her... as though Millie was going to leap for a death. The black hair on his head swayed quickly in the fast wind, and Harry's screams kept getting louder.
Something touched Millie behind her back. She screamed loudly, not knowing what it was. It felt like a clawed hand was upon her, long nails and all. Then, it pushed her inside the carriage and slammed the door. The horse took off in amazing speed in the sky, and Millie saw the last of the screaming Harry, who's wand was pointed in the sky, as though trying to drag down the carriage.
She sat herself down in the sticky smelly carriage and noticed that she and the carriage disappeared from the sky and was now whirling in black and yellow swirls.
It was pathetic for her to scream. There was no one to help her or hear her. Crying silently and yelling at the horse she must go to Saint Mumbus, a fear dug into her again as she looked out the window and found herself and the horse by a light green building.
It was then that Millie decided the horse carriage led her to Voldemort.