Chapter 11: Meetings and Documentations

It was one week after her meeting with Dumbledore. Willow waited every meal for a note to come. She knew she loved both her parents. But it was her mother who fascinated Willow. Why? She could not give an answer, it just happened that way. Willow had been nervous and excited and worried. How long would it be before Dumbledore thought it was appropriate?

And now here she sat, eating her breakfast in the Great Hall. She was tapped on the shoulder and she looked up to see Ginny. Ginny handed her a note and Willow's heart skipped a beat. It was time! She would be meeting with Dumbledore again.

"It's from George," Ginny told her. She took her seat and got some breakfast while Willow looked downcast. "What's the matter? Oh! You thought it was from Dumbledore," Ginny realized sheepishly. "I'm sorry, but I'm sure he'll send you that note soon." Willow smiled before unfolding the note.

Willy-

Fred and I are going into Hogsmeade today. I'm no good at picking things out, so I figured you should come along. You seemed really determined to get a diary, and I think it's to write about your parents, so it should be special. But anyways, we'll meet you outside your last class today.

-George

P.S. Do not tell Ginny!

Willow instantly cheered up. She had decided to get two diaries and she was going to tell George so that he would know. But she preferred it this way, George was right they were special and it would be best if she picked them out herself. One diary would be all about her parents, whatever Dumbledore said, as well as her own thoughts, questions, and any memories she may have. The other would be a plain diary, anything going on at school, horrible Slytherins, exciting classes, and her crush on George that refused to go away.

Willow and Luna worked together in Charms that day. Willow was so preoccupied with what she was going to do later that she wasn't focusing. They were still working on the levitation charm and Willow had already understood it. Laughter snapped her out of her daydreaming. Willow looked over to Hugh Parkman, one of her fellow Gryffindors, because a feather was repeatedly poking him in the forehead. Luna was staring at Willow's wand and Professor Flitwick was glaring at her. She then realized that it had been she who was attacking Hugh. As soon as she realized it, the feather dropped. She apologized and Professor Flitwick gave her a warning, but no detention.

Willow was obviously excited, she didn't even dose off during double History of Magic. But as the final bell rang she threw Ginny her bag and ran to the twins. They were attempting to hide behind a statue, but Willow could see them.

"Hey guys!"

"Shhhh!" They grabbed her and Gorge covered her eyes. "We don't want you to know how to get through the passage, so I'm just gonna cover your eyes." Willow shrugged and let her mind wander. She toyed with her locket and focused on what she would write in her diaries. She vaguely heard Fred whisper and the sound of stone sliding on wood. Five minutes later, George removed his hands and they were in Honeydukes cellar.

Willow went outside and strolled to the bookshop a tired looking wizard in his thirties had pointed out. She quickly began searching. She needed two diaries, two completely irreplaceable diaries.

Willow looked for about ten minutes, but she quickly gave up. None of these books felt right. She went to the employee, a young woman, and asked for help. She described what she needed and the bookshop worker got a twinkle in her eye. She lead Willow into a back room. It was small, but shelves of blank books occupied all four walls.

After the helpful woman excused herself, Willow got to work. She found large books and small books. Magically sealed book and regular muggle books. They came in every color and shape. She was making her way towards the back when a dusty portion of the shelf caught her eye.

There were several older books here, and Willow found her diaries. They were a set of two, and when put together their spines made a picture of an owl. One was lined, perfect for her note taking and it was even split into sections, which she could change to fit her needs. The second one was filled with regular parchment, perfect for leisurely writing about her days. A note was stuck to the front, it was faded and old, but Willow managed to make out "Bryden's replenishing books". She smiled to herself; her parents did seem to pop up everywhere, even when she was shopping in a bookshop.

She purchased her books and went outside the joke shop to wait for the twins. She found a small bench big enough for two people and took out her lined diary. She fished a quill and some ink from her robe pocket. She had decided to divide the book into four sections: her mom, her dad, any memories she may remember, and finally her nightmare of the day they were killed.

She had just started writing about everything Dumbledore had told her when someone cleared his or her throat. Willow looked up to see the man who had directed her towards the bookshop.

"May I sit here?" he asked.

"Sure," Willow replied off handedly, completely absorbed in her writing.

"May I ask what you're writing?"

"May I ask who you are?" she asked suspiciously, as well as annoyed about being pulled away from her writing.

"Oh sorry. You can call me Remus and you are?" Willow should have been scared. She should have felt awkward. She should be ready to scream when she got kidnapped. But, other than her trusting nature, she felt like she knew Remus. She had, thirty seconds ago, decided that she could not just ask people who she had a feeling she knew whether she actually knew them. She would recall it all on her own. If she knew Remus, a conversation of her own wit would have to suffice as a reminder.

"I'm Willow. And I am writing everything I know about my parents and my past so I have it all down in an attempt to remember it."

"Well, I'm going to take a guess and say you have little memory of your past do to a defective Cruciatus Curse which lead to your eyes," Remus concluded. But at her confused expression he added, "I'm really into Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"So who ever killed my parents attacked me with the Cruciatus Curse," Willow said mostly to herself as she wrote it down, but she felt Remus tense next to her, as if it shocked him that she was so casual about it.

"Well, Willow, if you don't mind, could you tell me more about yourself?"

"Sure, but can I ask why?"

"Let's just say you very much fascinate me," he told her just as the twins exited Zonko's.

"I'm sorry but I have to go," Willow told him, getting up to join the twins who were looking for her.

"Meet me at the Three Broomsticks this Friday. I'll talk to Dumbledore to get permission, he's a friend, and he'll let you know, okay?"

"Sure," she called over her shoulder as she met up with the twins.

"What was that about?" George asked.

"I'll let you know when I'm sure," Willow told him and the three began their walk back to Hogwarts.