Chapter Ten
The door frantically swung open. Scooting as far away as possible from the door, Millie had no choice but to scream for help. Automatically, a silvery wisp of light shut off her vocal chords. Millie couldn't talk.
"Come here woman," spoke a terrible cold voice.
Millie tried to hide herself in her robe so the voice couldn't find her. It was no use, the voice repeated itself again and Millie got the courage to walk out of the carriage.
She first noticed the horse. The horse was suddenly frozen, almost like a complete stone sculpture. The carriage Millie left immediately closed and vanished itself. The room Millie walked into was a small green lighted kitchen. It looked vaguely familiar.
"Come closer," said the voice. Shaking in upmost fear, Millie found her legs moving toward the voice. The Imperious Curse kept her legs in lock, and for poor Millie, who was too afraid to grasp her wand, followed the commands lead.
Her legs stopped in front of the refrigerator. A horrible stench filled the green room and Millie knew instantly what was happening.
I'm going to die.
Millie started panicking crazily, almost fainting for what must have been coming. The vision she had thirty minutes before sprang into her mind again. Millie was going to meet Voldemort...he was going to kill her.
Not knowing if she had a coincidental vision, of if Voldemort put the image in her, it was all about thinking between life and death.
Again, a wave of shock came about Millie, with frantic thoughts in her head. Her parents were going to wonder why she never came home. Fannie is going to tell the whole school her terrible fate. Jaime might make a love potion for Harry, for both of them will fall madly in love. And Millie...she was dead...
A sudden scream rang about her...she was finally getting her voice back. But after realizing what caused this, the refrigerator swung open and in laid a man. A man crumpled up in a black robe. It's eyes were red slits of anger, and his face as white as bone.
Millie Rose was standing in front of Lord Voldemort.
The figure flexibly rose out of the refrigerator and stood facing Millie, barely hiding it's horrifying face.
"I would have thought you brought a friend with you," he sneered, the black breath lingering in the air. It smelled of terrible disease.
But something started to strengthen Millie when she touched her wand. She knew she could take care of him. Her index finger slightly tapped it, a sensation of power rose inside her.
"I'm sorry but Harry isn't here right now," she croaked, eyeing the disgusting figure.
Voldemort noticed the tone in her voice and put another ice breaking Imperious Curse on her. Now Millie could not move, even this type of curse she couldn't easily break.
"Then I shall kill you, unless you want to help me..."
"HELP YOU?" screamed Millie, trying to budge her legs to move. Her wand was now out and ready about her, her upper torso now swinging for freedom. "How dare you ask me? Since you don't have Bellatrix and Wormtail anymore, who's going to help you now?"
A surprising sharp ring echoed the room and both humans stopped to listen. A heat of warmth rose inside of Millie, but Voldemort didn't look to pleased.
"Fine," he growled. "I'll just kill you."
Opening her eyes in fright and getting second thoughts on what she should do, Millie pulled her wand out to protect herself.
Voldemort sent a killing curse towards her, but Millie merely blocked it. Panting in shock, she wasn't hit. Millie decided to try and freeze him, but her opponent casually blocked it himself.
Voldemort started laughing at Millie's attempt to hurt him. Ideas were running out of her head and began panicking in fear.
"Stop repeating you foolish child!" Voldemort spat, throwing in a surprising ill hearted Crusacious Curse. Millie jumped out of the way in time and found the dishwasher in back of her exploded into fire.
Where are you Harry!
Millie began crying to herself and Voldemort stopped to examine her.
"How pathetic," he began. The long robe on his back showed his thickly grotesque head. "You're only a little girl...I don't save little girls."
Wanting so bad to be anywhere but here, Millie figured out she rather eat goose dung from Jaime than being in the presence of the most evil wizard of all time.
Voldemort pulled out a whooping Imperious Curse on Millie, laughing to himself. It made her stuck, she couldn't lift her feet off the ground or twist her body. Millie was ultimately stuck from the ground.
"Do you have any loved ones that passed away?" breathed Voldemort in Millie's face. Even tears wouldn't come out of her eyes for how terrifying being nose to nose with Voldemort was. Somehow, Millie found her head nodding.
"Good..." he chuckled. Millie winced at his smile and knocked out teeth. "You can join them pretty soon. Good bye Harry Potter's girlfriend..."
Voldemort still had his wand pointed at Millie as he slowly walked back from her. Thinking she heard footsteps behind her, Millie instantly knew she was hallucinating. Gnarling his teeth together and smirking a most hatred smile, Voledmort raised his wand and Millie tried to make a last impression of a frightening scream.
"Avada- !"
But amazingly, Harry Potter appeared behind the kitchen table and threw himself tremendously in front of Millie, holding out a large square iron pan. The curse Voldemort threw bounced brilliantly off the pan and straight for himself. It was playing in slow motion. The green light smashed itself into Voldemort's chest, and with the last terrifying look of the Dark Lord, it vanished when he was finally hit. His body quickly crumbled and turn into black ash. Harry Potter had finally conquered the most evil and hated wizard of them all.
Lord Voldemort was officially dead.
A moment of silence reflected the calm sunset as it began to pour out of the kitchen's window. The heavy and deep breathing of Millie began to calm down and rest at it's own heartbeat, it's body pointing at the trembling Harry.
Harry looked up from the ground. He was sprawled and probably broken his arm, but his face shown a brilliant and tremendous relief. His eyes started to water as he looked down, examining the pan that saved both his and Millie's life. A soft cry rose upon him.
"It's all over."
Harry pulled out his wand and said the countercurse for Millie's legs. Instantly, her legs were able to move and she sat down next to him, in utterly shock. A silent wind blew some ashes from Voldemort's last remains. Millie felt Harry lean in closer to her, his head laying on her shoulder. She was surprised he was crying, but knew it was for the best. Tears filled her eyes, the same tears Harry had shed; the tears of relief and overwhelming happiness.
Millie pulled Harry next to her and held him, grabbing him tightly and pushing towards his neck. She gently kissed it.
"You did it Harry," she whispered, chuckling and trying to sniff at the same time. "He's gone now."
Harry stopped crying and looked up at her. His face shown an amazing side of joy and happiness Millie never pictured he would have, even when he was with her. But then she noticed something odd about his face, or his forehead at least.
The lightening scar that Voldemort traced in Harry began to fade away slowly. Millie moved back his bangs to examine the change. Only a thin faint scar was shown now, not even noticeable.
"C'mon mate," said Millie, picking up the weak Harry. "We need to-"
But a sweet noise rose in the kitchen. The tone of its voice began to lift Millie's feelings up, a beautiful feeling was felt inside her. She later realized it was Fawkes the Phoenix who was soaring around the kitchen.
"Grab the tail," mumbled Harry, who was still in too much shock to talk. Feeling confused, Millie did when Fawkes kindly laid down her tail.
Harry held onto Millie tightly as the bird began to drag them across the floor. It soon flew them threw an open door behind the house and outside on a calm June night. Fawkes magnificently picked Millie and Harry up and beamed into the sky. Then suddenly, the three of them vanished from the sky and found themselves in Dumbledore's office in less than a second. Millie has never been through such transportation before.
Harry fell beside Millie on the floor as Fawkes hooted gleefully and scurried herself in her cage. The atmosphere of the office gave off a soft peaceful feeling, as instruments and wizard detectors were humbling quietly.
Though it was no later than a minute when Dumbledore furiously ran into his office. He was dressed in yellow pajamas and wore furry slippers of a baby blue. The look in his eyes were watering in amazement.
"You did it!" he yelled. Millie got up and helped Dumbledore pick Harry to his feet. Millie noticed Harry was trembling in shock.
"He is a bit stunned" remarked Dumbledore, studying the scar intently. "And the scar no longer is visible...just a thin line."
Millie sat down Harry in a chair and began to smooth out his hair. Dumbledore walked over by his desk and beamed again.
"I knew you could do it. I am so proud of you."
Millie noticed a small smirk form at Harry's mouth. He began to speak.
"I'm proud of me too."
"-And all is for a long journey to come. With the brains to conquer them all!"
Sang the Saint Mumbus choir, held by the fourth years.
The seventh year graduates of Saint Mumbus school stood in a long line to receive their certificates of completion. All dressed in silver and white gowns, Millie's hat was having trouble staying on her head. It fell down but she quickly grabbed it with her left arm.
"Thank you Professor Rigdon with the wonderful encore," grumbled Headmistress Jacudy, wearing an awful short pink dress. She grabbed onto the large bronze podium to finish her short speech. "To the seventh years, have a good life and remember you are the future!"
A loud cheer of applause rang through the Dining Hall, all who were students and family of students were there celebrating loudly. Millie looked around and saw her Aunt waving at her and Fannie in the distance. But it mostly overwhelmed her when Jaime Parkinson came up to her to shake her hand.
"No troubles eh?" she glared. Millie didn't know if Jaime had goose dung in her hand, but she shook it anyway. It was clean and dry. Millie nodded in agreement.
"Good-" huffed Jaime. "Since He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is dead, I've kind of though about...well."
"How I never did anything to you?" finished Millie, smiling in revenge. Jaime gave her a frightful look and nodded herself.
"It's ok. I guess we should forget these past years." Millie let go of her hand and walked away, feeling slightly better she and Jaime now have respect for each other.
"Hey Mill!" called out Fannie, running quickly. Her silver gown was so long she tripped and tore the bottom on the seam.
Millie helped her cousin up and asked what's up.
"Mum wants to know if you're coming with us," said Fannie, looking disappointed in herself. "Big celebration with Uncle Ed-"
"Oh no, it's alright," laughed Millie. "I already got a ride."
And without another look Millie turned away from her cousin and pelted out of the Dining Hall and straight for the leading doors to outside. Ignoring the rushing crowd of girls hauling their bags, Millie simply had them taken care of. She pushed her way through third years and said last goodbyes to some surprising students who were wishing her luck. Smiling in return for the nice comments, Millie opened the door leading out to Mumbus grounds and gazed around the scenery. The thousands of horses were now lining up and landing in their particular spots, waiting for the girls to climb aboard their carriage. But Millie wasn't going to ride in a horse carriage- or at least not for a while.
Looking back at the castle gave her one good leap of joy. She was finally going to leave Mumbus and start off her future- a future of a real Auror.
"Over here Mill!" yelled a voice.
Millie walked toward the direction of the voice and smiled at the boy who yelled it. He wasn't by a horse carriage or holding the door, but was on a broomstick, smiling greatly at his girlfriend. Millie's bags were tied to the end of the broomstick and bounced happily as the it started vibrating, ready to take off in the sky. Laughing playfully, Harry kissed Millie and watched her trying to lift her graduation gown and sit on the broomstick. It was no use, the gown wouldn't budge up so Millie tore the bottom half of it and threw it on the ground. Harry gave a hearty laugh and began to rise from the sky. Millie smiled widely, watching the crowd's jealous reaction of Millie Rose and Harry Potter taking off on the new Firebolt 2.0.
The door frantically swung open. Scooting as far away as possible from the door, Millie had no choice but to scream for help. Automatically, a silvery wisp of light shut off her vocal chords. Millie couldn't talk.
"Come here woman," spoke a terrible cold voice.
Millie tried to hide herself in her robe so the voice couldn't find her. It was no use, the voice repeated itself again and Millie got the courage to walk out of the carriage.
She first noticed the horse. The horse was suddenly frozen, almost like a complete stone sculpture. The carriage Millie left immediately closed and vanished itself. The room Millie walked into was a small green lighted kitchen. It looked vaguely familiar.
"Come closer," said the voice. Shaking in upmost fear, Millie found her legs moving toward the voice. The Imperious Curse kept her legs in lock, and for poor Millie, who was too afraid to grasp her wand, followed the commands lead.
Her legs stopped in front of the refrigerator. A horrible stench filled the green room and Millie knew instantly what was happening.
I'm going to die.
Millie started panicking crazily, almost fainting for what must have been coming. The vision she had thirty minutes before sprang into her mind again. Millie was going to meet Voldemort...he was going to kill her.
Not knowing if she had a coincidental vision, of if Voldemort put the image in her, it was all about thinking between life and death.
Again, a wave of shock came about Millie, with frantic thoughts in her head. Her parents were going to wonder why she never came home. Fannie is going to tell the whole school her terrible fate. Jaime might make a love potion for Harry, for both of them will fall madly in love. And Millie...she was dead...
A sudden scream rang about her...she was finally getting her voice back. But after realizing what caused this, the refrigerator swung open and in laid a man. A man crumpled up in a black robe. It's eyes were red slits of anger, and his face as white as bone.
Millie Rose was standing in front of Lord Voldemort.
The figure flexibly rose out of the refrigerator and stood facing Millie, barely hiding it's horrifying face.
"I would have thought you brought a friend with you," he sneered, the black breath lingering in the air. It smelled of terrible disease.
But something started to strengthen Millie when she touched her wand. She knew she could take care of him. Her index finger slightly tapped it, a sensation of power rose inside her.
"I'm sorry but Harry isn't here right now," she croaked, eyeing the disgusting figure.
Voldemort noticed the tone in her voice and put another ice breaking Imperious Curse on her. Now Millie could not move, even this type of curse she couldn't easily break.
"Then I shall kill you, unless you want to help me..."
"HELP YOU?" screamed Millie, trying to budge her legs to move. Her wand was now out and ready about her, her upper torso now swinging for freedom. "How dare you ask me? Since you don't have Bellatrix and Wormtail anymore, who's going to help you now?"
A surprising sharp ring echoed the room and both humans stopped to listen. A heat of warmth rose inside of Millie, but Voldemort didn't look to pleased.
"Fine," he growled. "I'll just kill you."
Opening her eyes in fright and getting second thoughts on what she should do, Millie pulled her wand out to protect herself.
Voldemort sent a killing curse towards her, but Millie merely blocked it. Panting in shock, she wasn't hit. Millie decided to try and freeze him, but her opponent casually blocked it himself.
Voldemort started laughing at Millie's attempt to hurt him. Ideas were running out of her head and began panicking in fear.
"Stop repeating you foolish child!" Voldemort spat, throwing in a surprising ill hearted Crusacious Curse. Millie jumped out of the way in time and found the dishwasher in back of her exploded into fire.
Where are you Harry!
Millie began crying to herself and Voldemort stopped to examine her.
"How pathetic," he began. The long robe on his back showed his thickly grotesque head. "You're only a little girl...I don't save little girls."
Wanting so bad to be anywhere but here, Millie figured out she rather eat goose dung from Jaime than being in the presence of the most evil wizard of all time.
Voldemort pulled out a whooping Imperious Curse on Millie, laughing to himself. It made her stuck, she couldn't lift her feet off the ground or twist her body. Millie was ultimately stuck from the ground.
"Do you have any loved ones that passed away?" breathed Voldemort in Millie's face. Even tears wouldn't come out of her eyes for how terrifying being nose to nose with Voldemort was. Somehow, Millie found her head nodding.
"Good..." he chuckled. Millie winced at his smile and knocked out teeth. "You can join them pretty soon. Good bye Harry Potter's girlfriend..."
Voldemort still had his wand pointed at Millie as he slowly walked back from her. Thinking she heard footsteps behind her, Millie instantly knew she was hallucinating. Gnarling his teeth together and smirking a most hatred smile, Voledmort raised his wand and Millie tried to make a last impression of a frightening scream.
"Avada- !"
But amazingly, Harry Potter appeared behind the kitchen table and threw himself tremendously in front of Millie, holding out a large square iron pan. The curse Voldemort threw bounced brilliantly off the pan and straight for himself. It was playing in slow motion. The green light smashed itself into Voldemort's chest, and with the last terrifying look of the Dark Lord, it vanished when he was finally hit. His body quickly crumbled and turn into black ash. Harry Potter had finally conquered the most evil and hated wizard of them all.
Lord Voldemort was officially dead.
A moment of silence reflected the calm sunset as it began to pour out of the kitchen's window. The heavy and deep breathing of Millie began to calm down and rest at it's own heartbeat, it's body pointing at the trembling Harry.
Harry looked up from the ground. He was sprawled and probably broken his arm, but his face shown a brilliant and tremendous relief. His eyes started to water as he looked down, examining the pan that saved both his and Millie's life. A soft cry rose upon him.
"It's all over."
Harry pulled out his wand and said the countercurse for Millie's legs. Instantly, her legs were able to move and she sat down next to him, in utterly shock. A silent wind blew some ashes from Voldemort's last remains. Millie felt Harry lean in closer to her, his head laying on her shoulder. She was surprised he was crying, but knew it was for the best. Tears filled her eyes, the same tears Harry had shed; the tears of relief and overwhelming happiness.
Millie pulled Harry next to her and held him, grabbing him tightly and pushing towards his neck. She gently kissed it.
"You did it Harry," she whispered, chuckling and trying to sniff at the same time. "He's gone now."
Harry stopped crying and looked up at her. His face shown an amazing side of joy and happiness Millie never pictured he would have, even when he was with her. But then she noticed something odd about his face, or his forehead at least.
The lightening scar that Voldemort traced in Harry began to fade away slowly. Millie moved back his bangs to examine the change. Only a thin faint scar was shown now, not even noticeable.
"C'mon mate," said Millie, picking up the weak Harry. "We need to-"
But a sweet noise rose in the kitchen. The tone of its voice began to lift Millie's feelings up, a beautiful feeling was felt inside her. She later realized it was Fawkes the Phoenix who was soaring around the kitchen.
"Grab the tail," mumbled Harry, who was still in too much shock to talk. Feeling confused, Millie did when Fawkes kindly laid down her tail.
Harry held onto Millie tightly as the bird began to drag them across the floor. It soon flew them threw an open door behind the house and outside on a calm June night. Fawkes magnificently picked Millie and Harry up and beamed into the sky. Then suddenly, the three of them vanished from the sky and found themselves in Dumbledore's office in less than a second. Millie has never been through such transportation before.
Harry fell beside Millie on the floor as Fawkes hooted gleefully and scurried herself in her cage. The atmosphere of the office gave off a soft peaceful feeling, as instruments and wizard detectors were humbling quietly.
Though it was no later than a minute when Dumbledore furiously ran into his office. He was dressed in yellow pajamas and wore furry slippers of a baby blue. The look in his eyes were watering in amazement.
"You did it!" he yelled. Millie got up and helped Dumbledore pick Harry to his feet. Millie noticed Harry was trembling in shock.
"He is a bit stunned" remarked Dumbledore, studying the scar intently. "And the scar no longer is visible...just a thin line."
Millie sat down Harry in a chair and began to smooth out his hair. Dumbledore walked over by his desk and beamed again.
"I knew you could do it. I am so proud of you."
Millie noticed a small smirk form at Harry's mouth. He began to speak.
"I'm proud of me too."
"-And all is for a long journey to come. With the brains to conquer them all!"
Sang the Saint Mumbus choir, held by the fourth years.
The seventh year graduates of Saint Mumbus school stood in a long line to receive their certificates of completion. All dressed in silver and white gowns, Millie's hat was having trouble staying on her head. It fell down but she quickly grabbed it with her left arm.
"Thank you Professor Rigdon with the wonderful encore," grumbled Headmistress Jacudy, wearing an awful short pink dress. She grabbed onto the large bronze podium to finish her short speech. "To the seventh years, have a good life and remember you are the future!"
A loud cheer of applause rang through the Dining Hall, all who were students and family of students were there celebrating loudly. Millie looked around and saw her Aunt waving at her and Fannie in the distance. But it mostly overwhelmed her when Jaime Parkinson came up to her to shake her hand.
"No troubles eh?" she glared. Millie didn't know if Jaime had goose dung in her hand, but she shook it anyway. It was clean and dry. Millie nodded in agreement.
"Good-" huffed Jaime. "Since He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is dead, I've kind of though about...well."
"How I never did anything to you?" finished Millie, smiling in revenge. Jaime gave her a frightful look and nodded herself.
"It's ok. I guess we should forget these past years." Millie let go of her hand and walked away, feeling slightly better she and Jaime now have respect for each other.
"Hey Mill!" called out Fannie, running quickly. Her silver gown was so long she tripped and tore the bottom on the seam.
Millie helped her cousin up and asked what's up.
"Mum wants to know if you're coming with us," said Fannie, looking disappointed in herself. "Big celebration with Uncle Ed-"
"Oh no, it's alright," laughed Millie. "I already got a ride."
And without another look Millie turned away from her cousin and pelted out of the Dining Hall and straight for the leading doors to outside. Ignoring the rushing crowd of girls hauling their bags, Millie simply had them taken care of. She pushed her way through third years and said last goodbyes to some surprising students who were wishing her luck. Smiling in return for the nice comments, Millie opened the door leading out to Mumbus grounds and gazed around the scenery. The thousands of horses were now lining up and landing in their particular spots, waiting for the girls to climb aboard their carriage. But Millie wasn't going to ride in a horse carriage- or at least not for a while.
Looking back at the castle gave her one good leap of joy. She was finally going to leave Mumbus and start off her future- a future of a real Auror.
"Over here Mill!" yelled a voice.
Millie walked toward the direction of the voice and smiled at the boy who yelled it. He wasn't by a horse carriage or holding the door, but was on a broomstick, smiling greatly at his girlfriend. Millie's bags were tied to the end of the broomstick and bounced happily as the it started vibrating, ready to take off in the sky. Laughing playfully, Harry kissed Millie and watched her trying to lift her graduation gown and sit on the broomstick. It was no use, the gown wouldn't budge up so Millie tore the bottom half of it and threw it on the ground. Harry gave a hearty laugh and began to rise from the sky. Millie smiled widely, watching the crowd's jealous reaction of Millie Rose and Harry Potter taking off on the new Firebolt 2.0.