A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, I do own Willow and other OC(s).

I'm sorry that I said this would be the longest chapter, but I think its better as two chapters, as did Hollyleaf9,so thank you and sorry again. I'll try to update soon because I've been slacking. Thanks and please review

Chapter 10: Just the basics!

"Oof!" Willow grunted as she connected with the floor. "Watch where you're going! Sheesh." She looked up to see who she the person was, or should she say persons.

"That's a bit rude to say Willy. I mean especially to Headmaster Dumbly." George teased. As Willow prayed she could just die, Dumbledore smiled. Well that was a good sign, she hoped.

"May I ask why you are wandering Miss Bryden? I do hope I do not need to write a second letter to Mrs Weasley." Dumbledore said. He was not scolding her, he was only asking. She had not had the chance to speak with him yet, and that was what she had wanted to do.

"Well, I, um, got kicked out of potions, sir. And I had wanted to ask you a few questions and I figured this would be the perfect time. But apparently you're busy with this one over here," she added with a glance at George.

"Well, this would be a fine time! But would you mine my asking why you were removed from your Potions class?"

"Well thank you Sir! I accidentally added the wrong ingredients because I got angry when someone insulted the Weasleys. Then my potion bubbled over and Professor Snape got angry."

"Well if you don't mind Mr Weasley joining us, because he is under surveillance, we will go to my office." She nodded and then followed Dumbledore's lead.

"What did you do?" Willow whispered to George.

"I might have given McGonagall a litter box," he said with a grin. After Dumbledore gave the password, they made their way into his office. He conjured up a second chair for George, while Willow took the one already there and Dumbledore sat in his chair behind his desk. He placed his elbows on his desk and his chin on his folded fingers. He gazed at Willow and it was five minutes before she realized he wanted her to begin.

"Oh right. I was wondering what you could tell me about my parents. Mrs Weasley said you knew them, that you could tell I was my mother's daughter."

"Well, I cannot say I am surprised. I did know them, they joined a group of witches and wizards that I assembled to fight in the first war against Voldemort," Dumbledore began. "There is a lot of information. Would you mind terribly if I started with your father? When it is appropriate, you may return to hear about your mother."

"That's fine, sir."

"Right, I shall begin with his school years I suppose. Your father was a muggleborn, Connor Bryden. He was almost immediately sorted into Ravenclaw. I believe he excelled in Charms and Herbology. He was very talented and bright, the aspects associated with Ravenclaw. But he was also very kind to everyone, even to Slytherins, which lead to him being snubbed by most of his peers."

Willow listened and paid close attention; she even took out some parchment to take notes. Had she not been so focused herself, she may have noticed George by her side, equally absorbed. "However," Dumbledore continued, " Connor had two very close friends. One, as I think you may know, was Xenophilius Lovegood. To most he was considered a bit odd and eccentric, but he was your father's best friend. Another friend of his, who was your mother's best friend, was Noxa Plaver. She was not shunned, in fact she was a prized Ravenclaw, but she preferred Connor and Xenophilius to the ones that shunned them. He had a third rather close friend, but I believe it is a subject more connected to your mother."

"After his schooling, your father almost immediately applied to the Auror Training Program. He was accepted and trained alongside Sirius Black and James Potter. As far as I can tell, the three became fast friends even though they were never acquaintances in school. They later kept in touch through the Order."

"Connor became a spectacular Auror and married your mother two years after his training. Three years after they married, he was in a brutally difficult duel. Your mother argued with him until he quit his Auror career. He then opened a small bookshop in a Muggle town, known to all wizards in the area. But do not worry Willow. It seems he quit his dream job, but he would have done anything for your mother and he confided in me just how much he enjoyed his business."

"Well that is as much as I can tell you about your father. May I say that in my own opinion, your mother will be the one to surprise you. Now Mr Weasley's next lesson will begin shortly so for now farewell."

Willow had only just realized George's presence, her realization had startled her and made her jump, but thankfully no one noticed. "Sir, did you say James Potter? As in Harry's dad?" Willow asked. Dumbledore nodded, his famous twinkle in his eyes. Willow was deep in thought as she and George headed towards the door. "Oh! Professor, when will I know when the time is 'appropriate'?"

"I shall send you a note with the details of our next meeting. Now you must hurry to avoid being late." Willow nodded and she left with George.

"You know, your dad sounded pretty cool." George said as he walked Willow to the common room.

"Yeah, I just kinda wish I could remember him," she mused.

"Well, that's understandable. But I think your memory will come back. It may take a while and some stuff to jog it, but it'll come back," George said determinedly.

"Thanks George. Oh and the next time you sneak into Hogsmeade, don't give me that face, could you run into the bookshop and get me a blank diary or a journal?"

"Sure," he said a little surprised, no one knew about their secret trips, well except Lee. She handed him a couple galleons told him what to get and then went through the portrait hole.

As Willow walked in, she saw Ginny writing in one of the big armchairs. She looked over her shoulder in time to see her writing disappear. But then Ginny looked up and quickly hid the book.

"Ginny what was that?"

"Oh just my diary. I-t's in invisible ink, so, so that the twins don't read it," she said a bit panicky. Willow shrugged it off and Ginny quickly changed the topic.