Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the following story except Corey, Lydia and Billy. The rest belong to the highly talented J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 4

Willow's first memorable day at Hogwarts was eventful at best, confusing at the most. Every class was hard, especially Transfiguration. Luckily Professor McGonagall was very understanding and worked hard with Willow. She quickly learned that History of Magic was the perfect class she could catch up on sleep, or pass notes in. Herbology was interesting, and Willow got so dirty by the end, Herbology was almost her favorite class. Charms was definitely her favorite. She was a natural at using her wand (according to Professor Flitwick) and she had learned five new spells by the end of class. She also noticed Seamus, the boy she had met in the common room earlier that morning, was blowing an awful lot of things up. By the time lunch rolled around, Willow felt very proud of the progress she had made. Maybe she would be just fine after losing her memory. She sat down between Harry and Hermione and was about to eat when she felt Harry tug on her sleeve.

"Can I have a word with you, Willow?" he asked. She dropped the piece of bread she was about to eat and followed him out of the Great Hall. They found an empty corridor and Harry leaned against the wall facing Willow.

"Why did you leave the Great Hall this morning?" he asked. Willow groaned.

"Because I felt like you were trying to control me; like you were feeding me a biased opinion of Draco. You didn't even give me a chance to get to know him. We see two different sides of Draco Malfoy. I see the blushing, smiling, concerned Draco, and you see the scowling, condescending, snobby one." Harry still looked unconvinced. "Did you know he came to see me when I was in my coma?" Harry looked shocked. "Dumbledore told me."

"Wow. I don't know what to say. Other than I'm sorry. I should have let you develop your own opinions on people," he said. Willow smiled, and they walked back to the Great Hall.

"Okay, next up, double Potions." Ron groaned. "Oh goody."

"Why? What' wrong?" Willow asked. Potion making sounded like a fun subject to learn.

"We have it with the Slytherin fourth years, and the teacher is head of their house. Plus he hates Gryffindors, and Harry." He glanced apologetically at Harry who looked like it didn't bother him so much anymore. "He hated your guts when you two were going out," he said to Willow.

"Oh." Willow, Harry and Ron had reached the dungeon Potions class was held in, and entered with an uneasy feeling in the pit of their stomach. They were the last to arrive, and the teacher made sure everyone knew it.

"Ah. Mr. Weasley, Mr. potter. So good of you to show up," said a greasy-haired, pale-faced man. He was dressed in billowing black robes and looked very unpleasant. "And Ms. Turner. You have joined us once more. I'm Professor Snape. You're fellow students will help blah blah blah. Now take a seat so I begin," he snapped. Willow got the feeling she would not like this teacher very much. Harry and Ron made their way to some empty seat by Hermione and a round-faced boy who looked very nervous. Willow made a move to follow them, but Snape spoke up. "Ms. Turner, you'll be sitting next to Mr. Malfoy for today's class," he said pointing to the empty chair next to Draco, who's facial expression did little to hide his happiness. Willow shrugged to Ron and Harry (who looked furious) and took the seat by Draco, pretty happy herself.

"Nice to see you again," Draco whispered in her ear as class began.

"Same to you," said Willow pulling out her book. Willow's first Potions class went better then she could have hoped. Draco helped her every step of the way, and by the end, their potion was the best. When class was dismissed, Willow forgot about Ron and Harry and walked out with Draco. They wandered outside, having the rest of the afternoon free, and sat on the shore of the lake. They were all alone, and the weather was chilly by not cold.

"So, you really can't remember anything?" he asked her, staring out into the deep blue surface of the lake.

"Yes. Except for a few random things, it's all gone." She moved closer to Draco. "I wanted to thank you for visiting me when I was in my coma, Draco." He smiled.

"You're the only one in this school who truly gets me. The very first time I insulted you, you looked me in the eyes and said 'I know you don't mean that' and walked away. I visited you every chance I got without running into Potty, the Weasel or that Mudblood."

"That what?"

Draco looked at Willow, his eyes flashing with alarm. "I mean…that is. Oh never mind," he said, hanging his head and moving away from Willow.

"Wait. Did you just insult Hermione?"

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Willow moved closer. "Look, just don't do it again, okay? I think you're cool, but they're my friends too, so try and be nice." Draco didn't move. "For me?" Willow touched Draco's hand. He looked up and their eyes met. It was as if everything in the world had stopped and they were all alone. Willow moved forward. She wanted to kiss Draco, to feel his arms around her.

And it was that exact moment another headache struck Willow. It hurt just as much as the first. It felt like her entire head was on fire. It was also accompanied with more pictures, blurs on memory. She saw gray eyes, the same she had just been staring in to. She felt his strong hands and his soft, warm lips. And then his entire face flooded into view, and his voice filled her head, splitting her eardrums. "Willow. Willow. Willow."

There was so much pain, and suddenly, it stopped. But Draco's voice was still ringing.

"Willow! Willow! Are you okay?" Willow opened her eyes. Draco was crouched above her, his face contorted into a look of raw fear. Willow realized she was curled up on the ground. Before she could move an inch however, Draco was on his back, wrestling with a redheaded boy Willow recognized immediately as Ron.

"What'd you do to her, Malfoy? Ron was shouting. Willow sprang up from the ground.

"Ron, relax! Get off of him!" Willow managed to pull Ron off of Draco, dropping to her knees beside him. Ron had given him a hard punch to the eye.

"Ron, what the hell is wrong with you?" Willow shouted, helping Draco to his feet.

"He did something to you Will! You were curled up on the ground, screaming." Ron was panting, balling his hands into threatening fists.

"I'll see you back in the common room, Ron. Let's go Draco," said Willow, turning her back to Ron, with her arm around Draco.

A few minutes later, Willow and Draco stood outside the hidden entrance of the Slytherin common room. Draco said the password and the wall split open.

"Are you going to be okay?" He nodded, touching his eye gingerly. "Draco?" he looked up. "Did we ever date?" Draco shuffled his feet uneasily. After a moment or so, he answered.

"We never officially dated. About half way through your third year, you came to me crying. We stayed up all night talking, and then I kissed you. One thing led to another, and you left happier then when you came." He glanced up.

"Oh," Willow said, blushing.

"I have to go," he said, and stepped through the hole in the wall.

"Draco, wait…" Willow started before the wall slammed shut. Five minutes of wandering brought Willow back to the painting of the Pink Lady.

"Pixie dust," said Willow, repeating the password Ron had given her earlier in the day.

"Willow!" Ron jumped off the couch and walked over to her.

"Leave me alone Ron. You attacked Draco for no reason." Willow was still very mad, and it hadn't helped that Draco ran from her.

"I only did what I did because he hurt you."

"He wasn't hurting me Ron!" Willow rounded on him.

"Then why were you curled in a little ball, screaming bloody murder?"

"Because…" Willow faltered. She hadn't told anyone about her headaches, but she figured it was about time to start. She explained it all to them. About the pictures, about the excruciating pain, everything. Except she left out the part about Draco. When she finished, they sat, staring into the fire, no one knowing quite what to say.

"Wow," said Harry.

"Ouch," said Ron.

"And you don't know anything more about them? What causes them?" asked Hermione.

"All I know is they show me memories and I definitely know they didn't happen before I came to Hogwarts."

"Well I don't know about you ever mentioning having headaches before now," said Harry.

"Maybe we should go to Dumbledore. He might know what they are," Hermione suggested.

"Good idea," said Willow. They left the common room and Harry led them to a gargoyle statue he said was the entrance.

"Oh wait. I don't know the password," said Harry, turning to them.

"May I be of some assistance?" Willow recognized Dumbledore's voice from behind her. She turned around. Dumbledore was wearing light blue robes and a matching pointed hat.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir. Willow's having these headaches," said Hermione, stepping forward.

Oh. Do explain," said Professor Dumbledore, sitting on the floor.

"Well, I'm having these random headaches. They hurt a lot, like fire. They usually show me some pictures, or sensations from my past that I can't remember. They come as quickly as they go, and my head doesn't hurt at all afterward."

"And they only started after you…err…fell?" Dumbledore asked, his chin resting on his fingers. Willow nodded.

"Sir, if I may?" Harry stepped forward. "My scar burns the same way. Not as badly as how Willow describes it, but isn't it magical. Maybe someone put a spell on her." The group waited anxiously for Dumbledore while he mused.

"If I may speak to Ms. Turner in private. The rest of you may go, I'm sure she can find her way back to the Great Hall." He stood up. Harry, Ron and Hermione all nodded and set off. Dumbledore led her up to his office. Willow's stomach churned unpleasantly.

"Have a seat, Ms. Turner," he said, gesturing to the chair in front a large desk. Willow sat. "I believe Mr. Potter was correct in his assumption that someone put a spell on you. A memory charm to be exact. Why? I do not know. This is why you're head so badly. The magic does not want you to remember, but your brain is stronger. Either the spell caster was weak, or –" he paused, looking out the window. Willow glanced over. The sun was setting and the sky had turned ruby red. "Or you are a truly great witch. Like your mother. For it would take a very strong witch, of both magical ability and will power to be able to reverse a memory charm."

"So someone did this to me?" Willow was flabbergasted. Why on earth would someone want her to forget something? And what on earth could be so great that they were willing to push her out a window to prevent her telling anyone.

"Yes. To be honest, I realized what happened after your little episode in the hospital wing," said Dumbledore. But Willow wasn't listening anymore. She had become enthralled with the sky outside. It was gorgeous, and brought back a familiar saying from her past.

"Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning. Red sky at night, sailor's delight," she mumbled. She had no idea what it meant, or how it was important, or if it was even important, but she felt comfort in these simple words.

"Ah you remember," said Dumbledore, breaking Willow of her trance. "You're father was a sailor. He must have taught you that."

"I thought he was an actor."

"He was a sailor first. But your mother pressed him into being an actor at the local playhouse when you were born. She thought it was to dangerous to be out to sea and away from you for so long." Willow felt a pang in her heart. She remembered her parents from her past. She could remember the smell of salt, and seeing her father's name in lights. She remembered her mother's mixed scent of fabric softener and perfume. She remembered the dress that her mother always wore to opening nights, a beautiful deep red. She felt tears sting her eyes, realizing she wouldn't be able to see her parents again. Ever.

"I'm sorry I upset you, Ms. Turner. You should go down to dinner now. I'd say you look rather ravished." Willow wiped her tears away quickly, and left the office.

Ten minutes later she was sandwiched between the Weasley twins, trying to ignore Draco ignoring her from across the room. Her plate was loaded with chicken, rolls and mashed potatoes. She could hardly wait for desert. She wanted to see what this school did with treacle fudge.

"So Willow, what did Dumbledore say?" asked Harry, across the table from her. At these words, Ron and Hermione also looked up.

Willow swallowed her mouthful of food and said, "I'll tell you later. It's…interesting." She could feel Fred and George's sideways glances burning holes in the top of her head, but she stayed interested in her food.

After dessert she was stuffed. "I shouldn't've eaten so much," she groaned. Ron laughed. She glared at him, but smiled.

"WILLOW!" Someone screeched her name from across the entrance hall. Whipping around (bad idea), Willow saw a girl running toward her. She had short, short black hair, longer in the front then the back, and warm brown eyes, which were heavily laden with eyeliner and mascara. On her lips she wore ruby red lipstick, which went well with her pale skin. She looked like a porcelain doll from the future. She jumped on Willow, almost knocking her backward with the biggest bear hug she had ever gotten. "Goodness gracious girl, I was getting worried abut you. Sorry about not visiting ya. Corey kept me away." She fell into a fit of giggles.

"Talkin' 'bout me behind my back, Lydia?" said a boy who walked up behind her. He was tall, but muscular with bushy brown hair and dark brown eyes. He put his arm around the girl and smiled at Willow. "Good to have you back Will. We can start practice soon."

Ron stepped forward. "Corey, she just got out of the infirmary. Give her some time." Corey nodded, and everything went black. Someone had put their hands over Willow's eyes.

"Guess who," came a deep voice. Willow smiled. The hands parted and she whirled around. The boy behind her was about her height, with black hair like Harry's and amber colored eyes. He had a big smile, and was obviously glad to see Willow.

"Billy, I take it?" Willow was smart. She had caught on that these new strangers were her fellow band mates. He nodded swiftly and looked over her head to Carey and Lydia.

"I think Ron's right. We'll give he some time to do work in her classes. Then we'll see what she can remember." He winked at Willow and the three of them walked away.

"How come I haven't met them yet?" Willow asked, linking arms with Hermione.

"Corey and Lydia are in Ravenclaw and Billy's in Hufflepuff," Hermione explained. Willow nodded. It was fun to meet them. They seemed like a playful group and Willow was glad to call them her friends. Willow and the other three stayed up in the common room for about an hour, talking, but Willow's eyelids kept protesting.

"I think I'm going to hit the sack. See you in the morning." Willow yawned and went to her dormitory. She changed into a tank top and some boxers she found and fell asleep.

Hours later, she woke up with a start. Her dream had been vivid, and an obvious continuation of the headache that previous afternoon. Willow couldn't help but smile. She was beginning to fancy Draco.