Madelia tended to get lost from time to time on her way to classes over the next few weeks. She would often ask Selena, Mimose, or one of her other friends for assistance to class. She felt lucky to know they were there to help. She didn't have much free time on her hands because of homework, but Madelia didn't mind – she was used to doing homework by that point.

It had been two weeks since school had began and although she was still adjusting, Madelia had to admit she liked it. She loved being taught by Remus, of course, but being around kids her own age was something she never thought she needed.

On this particular day – a Saturday – Madelia went to the library to work quietly. She didn't enjoy the librarian's company much because of her attitude, but Madelia didn't find it too bothersome. She sat in the corner of the library next to a window. It was gray outside with clouds and little sunlight.

"May I, er . . . Is it okay if I sit with you?" Madelia looked up to see Violet smiling nervously down at her with her arms full of books.

"Of course, Violet." She sat and opened the books, looking over the pieces of parchment. "Didn't you want to watch the Quidditch practice? Zoey went to see it with . . . oh, what's her name again?"

"Lilyanna?"

"Yes! Her! I've only heard the name," Madelia admitted. "In fact, I haven't spoken to you much in the past few weeks."

"I understand. You're a year ahead of me — and I'm not the socializing type, normally." Violet began to read text from a transfiguration book. "So, how have you enjoyed Hogwarts so far?"

"I love it here. It's so strange having my dad as a professor here, though, because I can't call him dad." Violet looked far off as she kept her eyes on the text. Her lips formed a flat line as she went quiet. Then, she suddenly looked up with a soft smile.

"Yeah, it's rough." They both sat quietly for a few moments before Madelia sighed, closing her books as a group of noisy Slytherins walked into the library. Violet noticed as well and pursed her lips.

"Of course, Malfoy is being loud," she muttered under her breath, standing up. "It's not a good idea to stay here with his goons. They aren't friendly."

"Well, would you like to go to my dorm with me? We could study in there." Violet's eyes went wide.

"After what the others said about me, you have no problem with it?"

"I don't think every Slytherin is bad, and I think it's unfair they make the assumption about you." Violet still looked hesitant as Madelia packed up her books. "Besides, Selena should still be in our room. I'm sure we could study together."

"Well . . . alright. I suppose my brother would like me to have more friends." She smiles softly and Madelia rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Brother?" Madelia turned around, casting a curious glance at Violet. She paused for a moment as she stared at the ground.

"He's my guardian. My aunt died when I was 14, almost a year ago in early February." Madelia gave Violet a sympathetic, understanding look. Violet paused a moment. "He's all I really have left."

"I'm sorry about your aunt." They walked through the library and then through the empty halls. Most of the students were outside and Madelia found it strange to see the castle so quiet. She wasn't sure if she liked it.

They went to the Ravenclaw Tower and when Madelia answered the riddle, she led the way inside.

"I love the statue of Rowena," Madelia said as they passed it on their way up the stairs. Violet looked around nervously as they continued up to the dorms until they reached her room.

Madelia walked in to see Selena curled under a light blanket, eyes closed as she slept.

She nodded to her bed and Violet sat down, looking at the room. Her eyes landed on a moving picture on Madelia's nightstand.

"Professor Lupin looks the same," she whispered, looking at his smiling face. "He's a good teacher, Maddie. He's only been here two weeks and he's doing a wonderful job."

"I'll let him know." She smiled kindly at Violet, then opened her books to continue on homework once again. They sat in silence for the next thirty minutes with few comments switched between them. A soft groan came from Seena and both girls looked over as she peeled open her eyes.

"Violet, what're you doing here?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Maddie invited me," Violet replied stiffly. "I wasn't sure about coming up here."

"Oh. You shouldn't be scared of that."

"Trust me, I'm not." They went quiet for a few seconds before the sound of tapping at the window brought them from their thoughts. Violet raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, that's Zoey's owl," she said, walking to the window to allow the owl inside. "Hello, Pan. What do you have in your beak?"

Violet removed the letter from Pan's beak, then watched as it flew away. She raised an eyebrow, then held out the letter to Madelia.

"It doesn't look like her handwriting, but it's her owl." Madelia took the letter and a pang of recognition hit her at the sloppy handwriting.

Where have I seen that? She thought, raising an eyebrow as she flipped over the envelope. Must be Zoey's handwriting. I do see it in Charms everyday.

"I'll be in the bathroom if you need me," Selena said, walking slowly into the room and closing the door. Violet went back to her book and Madelia continued to stare at the envelope.

At last, she opened the envelope and pulled out the torn parchment from within to read the letter.

Dear Madelia,

I must remain anonymous until you learn the truth. Seeing as my last letter never reached you, I have decided to send you a letter using a familiar owl.

A pang of fear went through Madelia and the hairs on her arm stood up. She didn't like the thought of someone knowing her friends.

I know I should not attempt writing to you seeing as Remus will confiscate any and all letters, but I could not resist. Unfortunately, I cannot disclose my identity to you as of yet until you learn the full truth, and for both of our safeties.

You will know soon enough who I am. I am your father, and I wish to see you again.

Madelia felt her jaw drop as she read the letter, and she read it once again to see if the words were still there. After the fourth time, she dropped the letter to the ground.

She couldn't believe it – after years of questions, she knew that her father was indeed alive. Her intelligence also told her that Remus knew of his identity, but hadn't said a word to her. She had no memories of the man, or any that she could remember.

Madelia looked out the window to see if Pan was still in sight. He had already flown over the beautiful lake and was gone from sight. She looked on at the Forbidden Forest and into the dark trees there. Many thoughts ran through Madelia's brain.

Who is my real father? Why does Remus know and hasn't said a word? What does he mean by 'the truth'? Does he know why I can't remember? What's being kept from me?

"Are you alright, Maddie? You don't look well," Violet said, looking up from her book. Madelia shook her head and picked up the letter, holding it tightly in her hands.

"I need to go speak with my dad. I'll see you later, alright?" Madelia left the room without waiting for a response, her hands shaking. Her legs seemed to move on their own accord and she gripped the letter tighter until she was out of the tower.

I have to see him right now, she thought, and hoped that he was in his office. Please be there, I need to know what's going on.

She let her legs guide her in the familiar direction of the Dark Arts classroom. She flew down the stairs with her eyes unfocused, and she didn't hear the Weasley twins calling out to her. It wasn't until she tripped over her own two feet that she realized they had been trying to catch her attention.

"I'm hurt, Madelia. I was under the impression you liked me," Fred said, feigning hurt. He held a hand to his heart in emphasis as George held a hand out to help Madelia up. "You certainly seem preoccupied. Didn't you hear us?"

"I'm sorry," Madelia mumbled, brushing off her worn jeans. "I'm in a rush. Do you happen to know if my dad is in his office?"

"He isn't. He's down in the dungeons, and he's on the move." Madelia noticed Fred had a map in his hands that he was looking at keenly. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing as she nodded.

"Where's he headed?"

"Back to his classroom." Madelia folded up the letter and held it tightly in her hands once again.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" George asked.

"I have to ask my dad something important," she replied, and began to walk quickly in the direction. The twins followed her and she wished they didn't.

"Something important, she says."

"That's what she said, Freddie." Madelia turned to look at them. "I hope she hasn't forgotten anything. You need another Remembrall."

"I can't help that I have a horrible memory." Madelia furrowed her eyebrows. "I'd love to spend more time with you both, but I have to find my dad. I'll see you at dinner."

"We'll save you a chicken leg and leave it in the corridor!"

She glared back at them playfully before turning, walking towards her dad's classroom. She went straight to the classroom and barged into the room. She looked up at the office in the room and noticed the door was slightly cracked. She ran to the door and looked inside, but saw he wasn't there.

"Madelia?" She jumped and turned to see her dad close the door to the room.

"Who is my real father?" she asked, and felt tears coming to her eyes. She squished the letter in her hand and Remus looked lost for words. He looked away, then up to Madelia.

"Madelia—"

"Please, I need to know. I need to know because he sent me this." She held out the letter to Remus, who took it from her hands. Madelia leaned against a nearby table, face paling as more questions arose in her mind.

And, for the first time, she could remember each one perfectly. She could remember her schedule perfectly, and each detail of her friend's faces. She could remember the hospital painting on the wall from years ago. And, she remembered the letter she had received weeks ago but never opened.

"When did you receive this?" he asked quietly, looking up from the letter.

"Not long ago. A few minutes. Violet said it was Zoey's owl who delivered it." Remus sighed and tapped the sole of his shoe on the floor, as if deciding on what to say.

"Madelia, how are you feeling?" he asked gently. "Sit down."

She obeyed and sat at the table, hands shaking slightly. Her mind was overwhelmed with memories of the past few years, some she hadn't realized were there. She was remembering things she never thought she could again.

"I can remember things," she said in a low voice. " I . . . I remember St. Mungo's. I know where I can find the restricted section of the library. I didn't know that this afternoon."

"Because of the letter?" he asked, and she nodded. He looked at her curiously before folding the letter and placing it in his jacket.

"I know you're upset, but I can't tell you who your father is." Madelia looked at him with anger etched on her face. She never liked being angry with Remus, but on the occasions she would, she would refuse to speak with him for hours on end. "It's for your own safety."

"My own safety?" she asked, unbelieving.

"Madelia, your father . . . your father isn't a good man." She felt a pit in her stomach, but she said nothing. "I need to speak with the Headmaster about this. We spoke about the previous letter, but we didn't think it was time to tell you anything yet."

"Why can't you explain this to me?" she asked. "You're my dad."

"I didn't say I couldn't. The Headmaster has to know what is going on." She was quiet, but nodded and stood straight. Remus walked over and held her by the shoulders. He used one hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"I know you're upset. But, no matter what happens, I won't let anything harm you," he said, and she furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't want to think about him and she feared he wasn't a good man.

"I love you, dad, but it doesn't mean I'm not angry." She turned from him, thinking about the letter. "I don't understand."

"I don't expect you to. I know you're upset that I'm not telling you anything, but that's how it has to be for now."

She sighed in defeat, knowing he was right.

"I'm aware." Remus walked to his office and Madelia heard shuffling within and drawers shutting. He walked back out and sat next to Madelia, then pulled out what he had grabbed. Madelia tried hard not to smile.

"I miss our chocolate drawer at home," she said, shaking her head. "I haven't had any for a while."

"It hasn't disappeared," he replied with a soft laugh. "I always bring chocolate with me everywhere."

"Because it makes everything feel better," she replied, quoting him from previous occurrences.

"I'm surprised you can remember that."

"Me, too." He broke the bar in half and handed part to her. She broke the pieces into smaller chunks before eating them quietly. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Madelia finished her chocolate with an energy boost.

"I hope you feel better," Remus said, smiling at her when she stood.

"A little. Chocolate makes everything better," she replied. "I should go back to my room. I have more studying to do."

"Madelia?" She turned from leaving to look at him expectantly. "I love you, too. I'll see you at dinner."

She walked from the room and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw the twins down the hall, lighting dungbombs. They looked up as she walked closer.

"I thought I said I'd see you two at dinner?" she asked, hands on her hips.

"We didn't have much of anything else to do."

"So, we decided to wait until you were done." Madelia shook her head as the twins ran from the dungbombs, laughing all the while. She followed them down the hallway quickly to flee the scene and didn't stop until they were close to the Great Hall.

"So, how was the conversation with your dad?" Fred asked, linking arms with her. George came to her other side and did the same.

"Seemed pretty intense, judging by the look on your face." Madelia sighed and shook her head.

"I just received a letter from someone claiming to be my real dad." They looked at her in confusion.

"But Professor Lupin is your dad."

"Yes, but no. He adopted me," she replied. "I don't know who my real parents are."

"Oh."

"Well, don't look so sad," George said, and looked at his brother with a knowing look. They heaved Madelia up until her legs were no longer touching the ground.

"You can pull pranks with us!"

Madelia didn't have much of an interest in pulling pranks, but she couldn't help but smile. She appreciated their effort and to her, that was all that mattered.