Millicent Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Linus nodded and lay down in bed, "I never thought you can be like this, so soft and hospitable. I thought you were always mad at the world. I thought you were a cold person." Millicent softly laughed. "I'm just used to it. I've been dealing with people that are mean to me for so long. I can't help it." "You've been through a lot, haven't you?" Millicent shrugged, "That's what I'm saying, I've been through a lot." Hours passed with them having a casual conversation, they ate a lot at dinner and decided to walk outside. They thought it was good to talk about things at night. "You're a demon. Right?" Millicent asked. "You can teleport everywhere you want, you can read people's minds, you can h

" Millicent drawled, her breath warm against my cheek. It took a few blinks for my eyes to adjust, and when they finally did, my breath caught. Her hair — it wasn’t chestnut anymore as I'd faintly recalled from the few times I had seen her. It was white. A pale, silvery white that gleamed unnaturally under the light from the torch in her hand. Strands fell over her face, glinting like silver threads. Her eyes — those eyes I’d once thought belonged to a harmless girl were now rimmed red, pupils too wide, sporting red veins that crisscrossed the white of them.

IVY My sleep paralysis demon always came around just before the first light of dawn. Grabbing me by the chest, and choking until I was completely paralyzed and under the mercy of the unknown. Because of her strength, yes, my demon is a girl, I call her Millicent. Millicent was absent tonight. She was so absent, I freely dreamt of my hatred for men with a smile on my face. Grandma taught me from age five when she took me in that men were useless.

[Millicent] People always say, "Can you remember when the problem started?" I'd like to say, "Yes, Sir. You see there was this one moment where everything went wrong..." But I cannot. I don't even know who I am. I was not born Millicent Walker. That name was gifted to me when I showed up in the village of Crimson, covered in bruises, burns, and blood. I have no parents, no family, and no memory of my life before the age of seven, or however old I am--nobody is quite sure. My strange gold hair and hazel eyes made it obvious to those who first met me on the dusty road from the East that I wasn't from anywhere near the town of Crimson, or anywhere else along the Emerald Shore where the locals w

After a thorough body search and an extensive elaboration of what a dangerous criminal Millicent was, I was allowed one hour in a private room with her. I recoiled the moment I met her eyes, she looked awfully terrible, skin so flaked and dry, her face looking greyish—papery, her lips cracked, hair stripped of life. She was a shadow of whatever she’d once been. Taking a wide berth, I sank into the seat opposite her. “Millicent, I need your help.” My voice was low and soft, hopefully there was a soul in her heartless body. “The Almighty Jack McCullen needs my help? With what? There’s nothing you can’t do.”

He was looking at me with amusement dancing in his eyes. Millie held my hand, “Aunt Selena told me about the prince you like. Is he the one, mommy?” I took another mouthful of air and smiled at Millie, “Sweetie, this is Harry…” I licked my bottom lip and slowly faced Harry. “Harry, this is Millie, my daughter.” Harry smiled and lifted his hand, showing a red cloth. He did some tricks until the cloth became a red rose and Millie clapped in amusement. “A magic!” Millie screamed excitedly. “Mommy, he can do magic!”

"She's fine, the wound isn't too bad. Just don't let her walk for a few days, wait for the wound to dry up." Oliver nodded in understanding, his eyes looking straight at Sophia who was at home in her dreams. “By the way who is this girl, Oliver?” “She's my personal maid, Harry.” “What!” Harry almost shouted, but he quickly covered his own mouth with his hand. A personal maid? Isn't this girl too young to be a servant? “Let's talk outside.” Doctor Harry was one of Oliver's friends, they had been friends since childhood. Harry was 3 years older than Oliver. Their friendship had lasted for a long time. Harry already considered Oliver as his brother. Moreover, Harry has worked for Oliver's famil

The weight of so many eyes bore down on her like stone. Cedric, standing firm at her side, bent slightly toward her and spoke in a low, steady voice. “I am here for you. Take the first step with me.” She gave a faint nod. Together, they stepped into the hall. Milicent’s gown of deep black silk hugged her slender form with elegance, her golden hair arranged in fine braids and soft curls. Though many stared, some with open disdain, others with curiosity, she saw only him. Cedric guided her to the table and pulled out her chair with quiet care. She took her seat, composed though her heart yet raced. Cedric seated himself directly opposite her.

Kari muttered, not intending for anyone to hear, but he must have spoken louder than intended as Millicent laughed and the other’s eyebrows jumped. “I do like him,” Millicent said. “Such spirit and a bit of a temper. I don’t think he appreciated being my playmate, but I certainly enjoyed playing with him. But now he’s all prettied up for your attention. Aren’t I such a nice little sister?” She sported such a devilish grin that Kari shuddered in memory of the oils and face paints. Millicent was so pretty with her large, liquid eyes and small frail stature but it hid a monstrous bully.

“Just like all them in there do.” Millicent chuckled. “You make it so easy. You truly do.” Raina gasped when Millicent transformed into an exact replica of her with the stained gown right before her eyes into herself. “I think you underestimate me a little too much. I don’t take kindly to disrespect. You should’ve have accepted my invitation when I extended it.”