With old fairy tales put to song on her lips, the wearied eyes of her infant kin dropped off to their close, their heads lulled heavy against her. Her mouth found their heads to press two sweet kisses and upon rising she swayed gently to and fro, retracing her steps to the nursery that the castle walls had shrunk and grown to make, that the elves had gleefully furnished and with which she and her children had fallen in love. It was there that she put them down, tugging up the covers around them. The peace was quietly influencing everything about them. Their mother slid to the soft, bright rugs that adorned the cool stone floors, her eyes sagging with contentedness. A House Elf packing away the last of the children’s things, having been insistent despite the Divination professor’s displeasure, stifled a yawn. But somehow, this peace did not last.
A feeling of dread slipped low within her gut, waking her from her dozing. She blinked, lifting her gaze about to find the gaze of her formerly slumbering daughter, staring at her with all of the pointedness of the craft which her mother had come to Hogwarts to perfect. Something was wrong. She got to her feet with a start, trying to temper herself in the event that she was being foolish. Her son slept on but it was to Kelly that she strayed, kissing her forehead, whispering assurances that whatever came, she would see it off. If possible, the child addressed her with a dubious look. Millie passed the infant a firm one in return and relenting against the will of her mother, Kelly slid her eyes shut; though both doubted any rest would be found.
Hogwarts’ wonders never ceased. Their rooms linked up with so much, namely her office but also that of the counselling office, too. It was into her office that she strayed, her hands seizing the rings of the sneakoscope she had by her desk. Inside, the ball was whizzing uncontrollably and, looking up, her crystal balls had gone to murk where before the prophecies had been clear. At that moment, the fireplace exploded into life and out from it poured the form of the Transfiguration professor. Millie straightened herself, fear rapidly chasing away the balance in her gaze as she perceived Addie for herself. Then terror.
“Stay, please,” she begged, her hands catching hold of Addie’s, catching her foot around the leg of her office chair, pulling it out. She gestured to the chair, blinking rapidly as she tried to form a plan in her mind. “Hurt, me?” She admonished, managing to somehow keep hold of her humour. “I’ll do what I have to do, honey. Okay? Just, stay here, if you would. Please. Keep an ear for the twins. Just… I’ll be back.”
And with that, while her counterpart did not desire to run, it was something that was second nature to the blonde. She burst through the door and from there half fell down the staircases, stumbling and throwing herself forward until she was out in the burning air of the grounds. Her eyes caught the sight, her heart slipped into her stomach and though the compulsion was to run and to hide she knew that in there somewhere was her husband. So in place of all sense, she carried herself forward, her wand burning at its end.
The splashing at the water’s edge to her direct left made her tear her gaze from the train still sliding steadily into the water and she threw up her wand, sending a stunning spell at the werewolf chasing a band of first years. The dog took the force of the spell in the chest and he was thrown up over the lake, a tentacle of the squid shooting out to grab him and pull him underneath. With her wand between her teeth, Millie rushed to help the children out of the water, lifting them onto the embankment, urging them to go inside, as the ghosts were helping the survivors to do.
“MILLIE!”
Her head twisted around and her legs half gave out beneath her as she stumbled forward, falling into the sand beside Baldric and her husband.
“Bae, Bae…” she uttered furiously, uselessly, tears suddenly springing forth from her eyes.
“He’s alright,” Baldric swore promised, turning Keiran over to his side, hitting him on the back. “Get the water out. All of it, mate.”
Millie, impulsively, reached down and kissed Keiran’s forehead before getting back to her feet.
“Oi!” Baldric called out. “Where are you going? Millie!”
But she was gone, hurrying across the sand, scalding off any encroaching werewolves with her wand, dragging the students out of the water often by the scruff of their neck, bringing them to stand before shoving them off up towards the castle. All superficial wounds were healed with the sizzle of her wand, her prize objective to get them out of the water and away from the wolves. The screams dulled themselves to her as method became clear amidst the madness and she healed, pulled and shoved, using all of her anger and fear in the berating spells she sent towards their assailants. For them, she’d save all of her ire and they were lucky, in truth, that the spells were red, not green.